Vol 2 Chapter 1006: Disgusting (out)

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I hate to start from the note and know that I am not welcome.
Not for anything else.
Just because he went there, he can bring disaster.
It may be because of him or because of something else.
But all sorts of coincidences, everything is his fault.
The fierce beast is actually very poor in his infancy. He wants to live, and he must work hard to cultivate and become stronger in the face of those unscrupulous animal bullies.
He rolled and climbed in the wild, gradually smoothing a heart, and then sharpening it sharply and sharply.
He also clearly remembers the beast that was killed for the first time.
At that time, I was not too old, and I couldn’t shape it, but I was not lucky. I ran into a few beasts, and the strength and age of the other were bigger than him.
But in the end he won, although he also lost half of his life.
"you're awake."
I woke up that time, and the first thing I saw was the raccoon.

Where is this?
I was so alarmed that I looked around.
The raccoon sat next to his paws, heard the words, and picked up his throat to look at him: "Reassured, it is safe."
Unexpectedly, this sentence will continue to appear in the future.
When he was chased and ran, the raccoon always told him that it was safe and secure.
Only in the raccoon, he can get a moment of peace.
"You are too impulsive. If they yell at you, you have to fight back. Why?"
On a rainy night, the raccoon squatted in the hole and looked at the rain outside, so he said to him.
I’m tired of hurting and leaning on it:
Others are jealous of you, don’t you give up?

"No." The raccoon habitually licked his paw: "I will blame him for not paying attention..."
The raccoon turned his head, opened his mouth, and made a bite-neck movement.
It is fierce and awkward, very in line with the temperament of the beast.
Disgusting: "..."
I hate that at that time I knew that the raccoon is not a good bird... Oh, no, not a good beast.
It didn't take long for him to change shape.
After the transformation, the strength increased greatly.
What followed was more enemies.
The raccoon never succumbed to these things. He was only responsible for picking him up and hiding him when he was about to die.
The raccoon should have been shaped a long time ago, but he has not changed shape.
I don’t know why, I didn’t ask.
Later, he was not so impulsive, but unfortunately he was not pleasing to the eye.
He is too lazy to take care of anything.
Anyway, he was born like this.
There is killing in the bones.
Endless.
Sooner or later, he will be lost in the killings and rot in the darkness.
until……
Until I met her.
The little phoenix that he wanted to hold in his hand for the rest of his life.
I really remember that it was very clear that the first time he saw the little phoenix was one of the five dangerous places in the wild.
That little phoenix was just born.
It's awkward, the wings are not full, it looks ugly, it flutters, and it looks like it will soon be swallowed up by the flood.
But the color is very eye-catching and unforgettable.
Like a glimpse of the evening glow of the sky, it is dazzling.
He didn't think about it at the time, and one day he could have this color.
Of course, he did not expect that she would do that.
In the wilderness, everyone took a period of time, and when the time came, they took a shot and found another.
Who will have only one partner in his life.
No one will be alive for the other side.
Although she is not looking for a life for herself, she can feel that it is more uncomfortable than finding a dead man. He feels suffocated several times, helpless and stunned.
Every time I look at her face, it gets worse every day, and if nothing happens, his heart is like a knife.
But he can't do anything but stay with her.
Maybe she is right, the curse is not as powerful as it used to be.
The phoenix tree grows up, and she is also good, only occasionally.
That phoenix tree...
It was the place where she was born.
There is no grass in it, only this phoenix tree.
So he brought it back.
"Little Phoenix."
I hate standing under the phoenix tree and looking up, the twilight figure is looming.
"What are you doing?"
Not too patient voice.
"Go down."
There is no movement above.
I hate standing under the tree, no sound, no walking.
After a while, the rustling of the tree, she jumped from above, looked at him coldly, and asked him anything silently.
I was so tired that I pressed my shoulder and pushed it against the thick trunk.
The girl did not see the slightest panic, just watching him quietly.
I hate closing my eyes.
I hated it for a while: "Is it still uncomfortable?"
"Hmm..." The kite aimed behind his ass.
I hate her fingertips and lick her lips: "I will touch you at night."
"Oh."
He hasn't reacted yet. She has pushed her away and jumped back to the tree. A pair of twilight clothes fell in the air.
I didn’t force her to come down.
I don’t know how long it has been like this.
Finally, one day, it’s not quite right to find the first kite.
I didn’t figure out where this was wrong, the kite was standing in front of him, and the calmest opening:
I hate, I feel I am going to die.

I’m tired of licking my ears.
"Little Phoenix, what are you talking about..."
"This is for you." She handed him the Phoenix Stone: "It will protect you in the future."
I don’t want to say anything.
But the person in front of me was too calm, and she was so calm in the face of death... He suddenly didn't know what to say.
The girl leaned over: "Let's do it again."
Disgusted: "??"
It wasn't until the first kite pushed him down and pressed it up.
The soreness of the fundus could not be suppressed, and the hot tears fell on her.
Her movements were momentarily stiff, and she said aloud: "Don't cry."
The voice is a little dumb, it can't be heard because of desire, or because of something else.
She kissed him, no previous hegemony, rare gentleness.
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When I was tired of it, I only saw the swallow.
The first kite was not seen.
I hated to see the look on the face of the swallow, and I understood everything.
At that moment, he felt the world spinning around.
The whole person seems to be pressed into the cold water, unable to breathe, keep falling, and then fall...
Nothing can't be caught.
At that time, I was so tired that I knew that she was ready for the place where she was buried. It was really not to worry about him.
It is not as good as her wish.
Take her down from the mountain and bury it under the sycamore tree.
I hate to sit under the phoenix tree and look at the city where people come and go.
The hustle and bustle there is always quiet here.
Only the rustling sound of the phoenix tree...
I hate losing that person, just like losing everything.
I can't afford anything.
If it wasn't for him to sit under the sycamore tree every day, he would probably feel that he was dead.
The killing of blood and blood will eventually stop. - annoying