The eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony that Xiao Yi was looking forward to has arrived.
Today is a special day. Xiao Yi put on flat cloth shoes, tied on his belt, rolled up his sleeves and got ready to grab it! Old! Male!
During the coming-of-age ceremony, all the girls gathered in the giant competition arena to wait for their husbands to fall from the sky.
The husbands are all still young (sealed, ranging in age from 16 to 22 years old), and they will be protected by a divine film when they fall, but the number is small.
A bell rang, and someone exclaimed: "It's fallen! It's fallen!"
Looking up, people are raining down.
The girls seemed to be possessed by gods and demons, their eyes turned red and they started to grab people frantically.
Xiao Yi finally received one, and several girls rushed towards him immediately.
Helpless, she had no choice but to hold the little guy tightly under her body.
The bronze drum beats, and the competition ends.
Seeing Xiao Yi walking out of the competition field with the little guy on his shoulders, the elders in the clan praised him repeatedly.
"This boy's eyebrows are like ink paintings and his face is like peach petals. Girl Xiao is so lucky."
Xiao Yi secretly rejoiced.
Later——
Xiao Yi began to feel annoyed.
Why is it that other people's husbands are still so tiny even though they have released the seal?
Even if he doesn't grow up, why do he still wet the bed?
I was thinking about whether to throw it away, but gave up the idea on a full moon night.
That day, a demon wolf broke into Wushui City and entered Xiao Yi's thatched yard. Xiao Yi waved a woodcutter, but to no avail.
Just as the powerful body of the demon wolf rushed towards her, a strong male body blocked her.
That was the first time Xiao Yi saw his adult body.
I saw that his face was like a spring flower, his eyes were like an autumn moon, and he had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that were handsome and handsome. He looked so energetic...
[Highlight: The male protagonist is an adult, but is sealed]
Intention: The more you try to define the essence of perfection, the more you become a defective product of existentialism, and love is the only program that allows loopholes to perpetuate.
