The First Lazy Wife

PS: The forest is big and there are no strange eggs. What you are looking at now is a strange egg that has been struck by thunder. This article is purely the author's world-weary and crazy work. Don't expect to see nutritional materials in it if you click on it. Be careful with minors, be careful with older people, take feudal detours, and ride rhubarb fast with many problems... If you do not belong to the above types, then congratulations, you are a gangster in sheep's clothing! My name is Xueer. I live in Wuyou Mountain. I am not very talented. I don't like reading, practicing martial arts, and I don't like eyebrow makeup. The only thing I am interested in is climbing the tallest tree in the mountain every day, gnawing on sweet and juicy fruits, basking in the sun, and scratching my itches. Opposite Wuyou Mountain is Jieyou Mountain, where my uncle, who is known as the world's most profiteer, and his several disciples who are extremely elegant and unparalleled in appearance live. I am lazy by nature and do not want to make progress, so I always disgrace my master. But my uncle's disciples are all outstanding and have great names. The master is a martial arts genius. He is also a suave and charming person, but he has a weird temper. In this life, except for a little girl like me, he has always kept away from women. When I was fourteen years old, the elder sister on the mountain opposite got married. I was curious and rode on the cliff and stretched my neck to look. My eyes were full of envy. I dragged my chin and looked at the beautiful flowers and the full moon, and I couldn't sleep at night. Highlight 1 I patted the dust on my butt, wiped my somewhat messy hair, and jumped up to the master. My voice was coquettish and my expression was coquettish: "Master, I will also raise a husband." "Raising Mr. Xiang?" The book in the master's hand fell to the ground. I could clearly see the sweet potato crumbs at the corner of his mouth that I had no time to wipe off, and I knew that he was eating delicious food behind my back; old man, what a thief. "Hmm, the senior sister on the mountain next door has a husband. I asked people, and everyone said that her husband is good-looking. I want to raise a beautiful husband too, preferably a furry one." The corner of the master's mouth twitched, "Does your husband have hair?" I exclaimed: "My husband has no hair? Then he has scales?" The master's expression became even stranger. I was afraid that the master would not agree, so I continued: "I will take good care of my husband. I will feed him, give him water every day, and give him a bath. Good master, you are the most powerful. Please catch a husband and bring him back." The master came back to his senses in shock and scratched the wall with laughter. ***************************************** I snuck down the mountain to snatch the first one back. He said he was weak, skinny, and suffered from a hidden disease, and asked me to consider it as appropriate. The second one was picked up by me on the road. He was seriously injured and panting. He said that even if he was seriously injured in this life, he would not be humiliated, so he turned over and attacked me with his big bloody hand. It wasn't until one day when everyone in the world said that the most beautiful man in the world was Mr. Wuyou from Wuyou Mountain, that I realized that I had a sweet potato.