No cp group portrait + fantasy fantasy + easy healing + adult fairy tale
Lin Xiaoman is self-aware. His life is mediocre and there is nothing outstanding about him.
The only thing that can be considered special is to live longer than others.
But this advantage also depends on who he is compared with. Among his neighbors, he is the most naive.
As for ability, he wouldn't be able to catch up with his... Cat if he lived for another five hundred years.
Whatever you want to roll, just lie flat.
It's good to admit that you are ordinary and recognize the reality.
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The moonlight soaked the mountain forest, and Lin Xiaoman returned to the small courtyard by the forest with the drunken Huahua in his arms.
Pushing open the courtyard door, the beautiful figure beside the stone table stopped him in his tracks.
Li Weizhen was leaning against the table, the red marks at the end of his eyes showing a strange color in the moonlight. This usually flamboyant young man was looking at the distant mountains now, with a rare loneliness and emptiness in his eyes.
Hearing the noise, he immediately put back on his cynical skin, glanced at the cat in Lin Xiaoman's arms, and said in a long, drawn-out tone: "Oh, when did our majestic Mr. Huahua become so fragile that he had to be carried home?"
On normal days, Huahua would have smeared his face with her paw.
At this moment, it just lazily opened its eyelids.
"It's none of your business..." He mumbled drunkenly with a nasal voice, "You... Don't dare to face the inner... Mountain ghost, idiot. Why are you so crazy when you come to my house... If you have the ability, go find him. In my opinion, he won't be able to last for a few days. By then, your soul will be gone and you won't even be able to catch... A leaf!"
"Shut up!"
Li Weizhen stood up abruptly, his body suddenly filled with anger, and his eyes were filled with anger.
Lin Xiaoman's heart tightened, and he immediately turned sideways and raised his hands to firmly protect the cat in his arms.
Huahua didn't care, her little head stubbornly came out from under his arm, her cat eyes narrowed slightly, and she sneered every word:
"Coward, coward, ghost."
The three words fell gently, and the mountain breeze suddenly stopped.
Reading guide:
Super slow heat. If you are impatient, you can jump directly to Chapter 47 after reading the first chapter. If you want to see the protagonist team lose their horses, you can read Chapters 83 and 84 first.
Intention: follow your heart
