Chapter 9: Exerting Force to "Push"

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After Shaya Leiming had laughed enough, he stood up, picked up a cake, skewered it with a fire fork, and held it over the fire to roast for a while. He then said with a smile, "You must not have spent time in the wild; to eat this, you need to roast it over the fire until it is soft."

What are you saying? Are you saying that I am ugly?

It was better that he did not offer any comfort; however, upon mentioning the "inlaid gold teeth" and the "mouth full of golden light," the poor creature was overwhelmed with sorrow, nearly on the verge of crying out in despair.

Uh, who do you mean by 'old fellow'?

Because that old man, in order to maintain an imposing and grand image in front of his adopted son, claimed that his own appearance was the standard of the most outstanding handsome man in the world

In a state of drowsiness, Shaya felt something soft burrowing into his embrace. Without hesitation, he rolled over and pressed a thigh against the other person's waist. ... In his hazy state, it felt as if he were holding a fluffy blanket, and he even wickedly rubbed against it a couple of times ...

Although Shaya grew up in a place like Wildfire Town, which is rife with crime, and developed some basic social skills, it must be said that in certain aspects, he is indeed quite naive

I... I am a demon hunter!" At this point, Shaya Leiming proudly straightened his chest

Isn't that so? Shaya Leiming said confidently, looking disdainfully at this guy: "As a man, your appearance is simply unworthy of the title 'man.' Look at you, so tall yet so weak that you can't even open a trap by yourself. And your face—handsome men should possess a strong physique, a sturdy build, and muscles. They should have a square face, thick eyebrows, and a wide mouth, preferably with a scar on their face, drinking heartily and eating meat in large chunks... This is what a real man should be." This is what a real man should be.

The teeth still ached, and the coarse texture of the black cake was truly difficult to swallow. However, hunger was pressing, and in a dire situation, no matter how unpalatable the food was, it was still sustenance. I stuffed a few pieces of the cake into my mouth, but the poor creature nearly choked, rolling its eyes in distress and frantically pounding its chest. Suddenly, it caught sight of that detestable fellow, who had somehow turned over and was now staring at it with a pair of eyes filled with mocking amusement. The poor creature was still choking, rolling its eyes in distress and frantically pounding its chest, when it unexpectedly noticed that detestable fellow had turned over, staring at it with a pair of eyes full of derisive laughter.

He realized in an instant what the weapon tightly pressed against his waist was

"Face? Does it matter what kind of face one has?" Shaya seemed quite unconcerned: "The old man once said: When the lights are off, all women look the same."

My adoptive father

This malicious laughter pierced the poor creature, and he quickly burst into tears, throwing away the cake, clutching that front tooth to his chest, weeping inconsolably.

The pitiful creature began to feel compassion for this unfortunate little soil bug

Seeing this fellow still crying, Shaya Leiming patted his head and said, "Come on, stop crying. It's just a tooth, right? A real man, what does losing a tooth matter?" After a pause, he continued to offer kind consolation, "I see you must be a noble, right? You must be quite wealthy? Why not, when you get home, find a good craftsman and have a gold tooth fitted? The owner of a tavern in our town has two gold teeth, and every time he smiles, his mouth is full of golden light; you can't imagine how impressive that looks!"

As for you, being a man is truly a waste; if you were a woman... Shaya blinked his eyes.

The two, having nothing in common to discuss, simply turned over and went to sleep. In the middle of the night, the poor soul, half-asleep, felt a chill creeping over him. The ground, once warmed by the fire, had now cooled down. He curled up into a ball, yet still could not fend off the cold. In his dreams, instinctively, he moved towards the only source of warmth he could sense nearby.

The poor creature's mouth was agape, not out of anger this time, but rather stunned by the absurd words of this fellow

This statement immediately struck a nerve with Shaya Leiming, who snorted and rolled his eyes: "Hmph, the old man is absolutely right, ugly people tend to cause trouble"

This bastard, he, he, he actually ignores me and just goes to sleep like this

Top ! ! !

However, just as he moved his body slightly, he immediately discovered something even more terrifying

He instinctively wanted to scream, but immediately realized that the cockroach was still sleeping in the spot where he had lain down last night. As for himself, he had moved quite a distance—vaguely remembering that it was he who had actively crawled over last night

Shaya snorted: "Forget it if you don't want to say. I guess you must be a wanted criminal. Haha, did you commit some crime and are being pursued, which is why you dare not reveal your identity? Don't worry, I'm not a bounty hunter, and I won't turn you in for a reward."

Hello, I remind you that if you don't eat now, the next meal will be at noon tomorrow

Bow body, bent knees... exerting force...

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It is evident that, as a naive young man, his aesthetic standards are so distorted, to a large extent...! ... Ah, no, it should be said that it is entirely to be "credited" to that old fellow who has already kicked the bucket

Rough, majestic, scarred, and capable of eating, drinking, and sleeping

Ah! A sharp scream

Thus, he immediately made the most instinctive response

Although the poor creature is still young, it nonetheless... Compared to this ignorant bumpkin, it understands some basic matters between men and women.

He disregarded the injury on his leg, ignored the pain in his head, and even overlooked the small chip in his front tooth! He roared at Xia Ya:

The ground beneath the campfire had been scorched to a blistering heat. Shaya Leiming lay down, basking in the warmth of the heat, and let out a contented sigh. Turning over, he mumbled, "Good night," presenting his back to the unfortunate creature. Before long, his snores were as thunderous as a storm.

This bastard, could it be, could he be blind

He deliberately put on a very experienced expression on his face

Just before dawn, the poor creature woke up first. Throughout the night, he had not slept soundly, and upon waking, he immediately discovered something terrifying

"Then who are you?" The pitiful creature finally spoke.

Having finished speaking, Shaya Leiming stood up and rummaged through his cloth bag for a while. Finally, he pulled out a piece of something as hard as a coal ball. From a distance, the poor creature could smell a foul odor, and he couldn't help but cover his nose.

The pitiful creature remained silent, still glaring at Shaya with a look of disdain

Shaya Leiming walked around the perimeter of the campsite, carefully breaking apart the coal ball and grinding it into powder, which he scattered around. He then clapped his hands and returned, not bothering to wash his hands, but casually wiping them on his clothes a couple of times. With a few steps, he extinguished the fire and cleared away the ashes.

"You must be someone who is used to living a good life." Shaya rested his head on his bundle, crossed his legs, and said with a smile, "Hey, where exactly are you from?"

The pitiful creature glared fiercely at this fellow

The poor creature was taken aback, and a mouthful of crumbs sprayed onto its clothes, causing it to cough so violently that it nearly lost its breath

The omnipotent God bears witness! The pitiful creature has lived for seventeen years and has never been violated in such an excessive manner by any man!

"If it were a woman speaking, it would be even more unpleasant." This statement from Shaya nearly made the poor soul spit blood

The pitiful creature harbors resentment in its heart; half of it is sorrow for its own teeth, while the other half is anger directed at this rude fellow

The pitiful creature barely moved when it immediately felt the other person's thigh, pressing against itself, a hard object akin to a book firmly pressing against it

Oh God, have mercy on this poor creature...

"What does it matter if it's women's talk?" the pitiful creature couldn't help but ask.

One may lose their head, bleed, but to be belittled for one's beauty is something that no beauty in the world can tolerate

Even through several layers of clothing, one can sense the restless and fierce nature of that weapon

The pitiful creature was filled with rage, as if it had heard the most intolerable insult

The poor creature's large eyes instantly widened, gazing at Shaya with an expression of disbelief. After a moment, it suddenly jumped up!

... ...

Listening to the sound of Shaya's snoring, the poor creature finally ceased its sorrow, yet could not withstand its hunger. It ultimately picked up the small corner of the black bread left by Shaya and gently took a bite.

Yes

Ah! A cry of despair.

The pitiful creature no longer felt angry, but looked at the engrossed Shaya with a peculiar gaze: "Hey, then... what about the face? What do you think a beautiful woman's face should look like?"

Hmm, your hair is brown, you must be Byzantine. However, you are quite tall; most Byzantines do not have your height, only the northern Odin people possess such a physique. Yet your accent is quite peculiar; the Byzantine you speak is formal, but your enunciation is awkward and somewhat stiff, unlike those Odin people—I have seen some from the Odin Empire in Wildfire Town, and those fellows always speak Byzantine with a lisp; their tongues are naturally unable to curve, haha... Who exactly are you? How could one person venture into such a dangerous wilderness and step into a hunter's trap?

The pitiful creature sighed, gazing at Shaya, and quietly asked: "Are all these things you mentioned taught to you by your father?"

First, Char placed one of his thighs on the poor creature.

First and foremost, one must have a large chest and a large bottom. "Char raised both hands to create two extremely exaggerated arcs: "Only women with large bottoms can bear many children, and women with ample breasts can provide sufficient milk to nourish them. Furthermore, hands and feet should be somewhat robust to perform tasks such as fetching water, washing, and cooking, hehe.

Ugly! You actually said I am ugly! The poor creature is furious

Uh ... ... let us analyze this carefully ... ...

Hmm, I understand... The tone of the pitiful creature was very certain: "Your adoptive father must have a grudge against you"

Watching this pitiful creature wailing and lamenting, Shaya Leiming could hardly contain his laughter, rolling on the ground while holding his stomach

His heart raced wildly; the country bumpkin exuded an unpleasant earthy smell. However, the warm embrace made the pitiful creature, who feared the cold, truly reluctant to part with it

The pitiful creature looked disdainfully: "Monster hunter? Relying on that broken axe of yours and a fire fork? Hmph, I have seen plenty of monster hunters, and they are all well-equipped. Just one piece of their gear is worth a hundred times all your possessions. Do you have anti-magic armor? Do you have a magic-breaking weapon? I see you are just a third-rate, pathetic little hunter."

When did I find myself being held in the arms of this bumpkin?

Shaya paid no attention to him, engrossed in devouring the soft, roasted bread. After a moment's thought, he finally left a small corner for this poor fellow.

Well, although this is quite excessive, it pales in comparison to what follows

Secondly, Shaya is a young and robust man, and judging by his standards of a "good woman," he is evidently still a virgin. Therefore, in the morning, his body experienced a natural reaction that all men around the world would encounter.

You, a country bumpkin, should explain what constitutes a beautiful woman