As the storm was about to come, Zhang Xiuhe picked up his beard and laughed, saying, "It's the Dragon God who showed his spirit."

Qiao Leran also felt that the rain was coming a little strange, but when he saw the charlatan pretending to behave, he decisively drew a line and sneered.

The climate on the mountain changes rapidly and is normal.

Thanks to the rain, the ceremony finally came to an end. Zhang Xiuhe lined up five-color candles symbolizing the heaven, earth, the emperor, the parents and the teachers on the altar. The disciple emphasized the details of three bows and nine bows to Qiao Leran.

The temperature dropped sharply, Qiao Leran felt much more comfortable, but his nausea was still stubborn, and it seemed that he had to vomit the lunch. He bowed three times and nine times perfunctorily to the candle, and the disciple intervened and refused to let him go. Zhang Xiuhe dragged his long voice and said, "Enter the ancestral hall - worship the dragon god-"

Qiao Leran's face looked ugly and he turned sour: "I'm still begging, didn't you just come here?"

This disciple is about the same age as him, not as capable as Zhang Xiuhe, and comforts him in a low voice: "It's done in three shots, soon."

Qiao Leran hesitated for a second and decided to finish his errands quickly and vomit, and walked into the Dragon God Temple with his steps.

In front of the shrine, Lin Ya stood straight like a javelin.

He was out of breath, his strong and tight muscles were covered with water droplets. They were all melting ice crystals in the clouds at high altitude. Just now, the sun was exposed to the sun, so he went to the rain and rubbed the clouds all over.

Seeing Qiao Leran standing in front of the shrine, Lin Ya mechanically glanced at his own light. She knew that she couldn't see him and didn't believe him, but she still returned to the shrine with a passionate heart, pulled a towel and wiped off the water droplets, grabbed a worn cotton coat and put it on.

He doesn't know the heat and cold, just covers his shame.

It's a slim inside, and a cotton coat on the outside, so it's a good way to reveal it. It's a standard fit for vaginal sex...

Zhang Xiuhe: "One bow--"

Qiao Leran bowed to the unclear statue in the shrine.

Zhang Xiuhe: "Two bows——"

Jue again.

Zhang Xiuhe: "Three bows——"

He bent down three times in a row, and his stomach was rising up under the double-team of his ribs and abdominal muscles. Qiao Leran didn't even straighten his waist, and he let out a sigh of wow.

Lin Ya was stunned and frozen on the spot.

The couple bowed each other and the bride vomited.

The groom's psychological shadow area is estimated to be in units of acres. If the groom is spread out with a small groom, it will be considered square kilometers.

After the lesion was solved, Qiao Leran was relieved and looked dissatisfied. He wiped his mouth and saw that the feudal superstitions around him were all gray. He quickly pulled out a pack of tissue paper from the stupid Xu Li's hand, squatted down to clean it up, and looked at the shrine and muttered, "I'm sorry, I've spitted you on the ground, I'll wipe you."

When he squatted, he was irritated by the smell of vomit and felt nauseous again: "Vomit--"

"..." Xu Li came to her senses and roared, "Qiao Leran! You are not over!"

Qiao Wanshan usually treats his son twenty-four filial piety, but when he gets involved in feudal superstition, he becomes a person. He raises his foot and kicks him, scolding, "Spray clean and come in before you come in!"

It wasn't intentional! He even kicked someone! Qiao Leran ran out and sucked his throat in anger.

Lin Ya's face was as black as charcoal, and he strides around the shrine.

A dead pig was spread out behind the shrine. He sat on the pig with anger, pressing the dead pig up to his four hooves.

After a few seconds of silence, Yazi pulled the cotton coat into pieces a few handfuls.

Fuck it! Naked. Run!

After a while, the ground was cleaned up by several disciples, and Qiao Leran came in and worshiped again.

Behind the shrine, Lin Ya was stammering his neck and did not move at all. It was not until Qiao Leran bowed to the third time that he turned around a little bit and stared at Qiao Leran fiercely.

He stares at people all year round, and the orbice muscles are as strong as the biceps, and have the momentum that can make people stare flat.

Qiao Leran was shocked by Qiao Wanshan's kick in front of everyone. She didn't look at all smiling on her face. The corners of her mouth were tilted and her eyes were red, like a little cock with a bald tail fur. She drooped her head and no one looked at her.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old will lose his face if he loses money and lives.

Somehow, Lin Ya glanced at him, and his anger fell down 90% of it, which turned into anxiety. He stood up with red cheeks and sat down again, looking at the aggrieved young man, for no reason, but he didn't know anything except Bu Yu, so he kicked the pig in a hurry.

At this time, Zhang Xiuhe was accented and said, "Li Cheng--"

The most complicated part of the entire ceremony ended.

It was already dusk after going down the mountain, and Qiao Leran's sins on this day had not yet been completed.

According to Zhang Xiuhe's request, he could not take a bath. He had to wrap his red robe with a strong choking fragrance and slept alone in the farmhouse all night. No one could disturb him during this period, otherwise it would mean that he was not sincere and had to worry about it all day.

Qiao Leran was kicked for the first time, but it hurt her self-esteem. Qiao Wanshan hit him with a black card and he was not moved. He pulled his face and played the game until midnight before he fell asleep in a daze.

He was not sleeping soundly and his dreams were bizarre.

In the dream, he lay on the kang, with all kinds of strange limbs and faces dancing around the kang.

The vine-twisted white fingers lightly poked his cheek, flew down from the roof, the head of the fist and the slender neck of the swim snake. A face-length bag with a human face rolled over, and the broken part of the bag was still tied with bandages. The bandage was not tied firmly, and the blood-stained flour was dragged out on the ground...

This should have been a nightmare, but his ears were filled with cheerful cheers.

Most of these speakers have sharp voices, fast speaking speed, and weird tone, which doesn't sound like normal people.

"Yo——"

"Yoyo!"

"Yaaaa--"

A fierce man shouted: "That's a big deal! I didn't like him!"

"You blushed if you didn't like it?"

"I blushed!"

"The emperor is afraid that the young man will not like him, so he will be more powerful..."

There was an unbearable loud noise.

"I won't get out of here and eat you guys!"

The chirping voices left and the house returned to quiet.

The mountain spirits who came to the bridal chamber had been dispersed. Lin Ya originally wanted to follow him, but his legs could not move. Without his consent, he fixed him to the side of the kang.

Qiao Leran was sleeping wildly, straightening his legs extended from under the belt around his robe, and he was carelessly circulating. He didn't have much flesh on his body, his waist was so thin that one arm could be wrapped around it, the collar was slightly open, and the lines of the sternum were delicately raised, emitting the fragrance of the dragon clan from head to toe.

Zhang Xiuhe didn't understand the half-baked charlatan, but Lin Ya could understand it. After the ceremony, Qiao Leran was allowed to spend the night alone, in order to let Lin Ya come over to the room in the middle of the night.

...Round. Room.

The old bachelor has been so uncomfortable that he is so excited by these two imaginative words.

Since Qiao Leran went up the mountain last year, Lin Ya's request was induced, which is still the first time for him to create the world.

A dragon is a divine beast. No matter how noble it is, it cannot escape the constraints of the word "beast". In modern people's words, it is just asking for something. If you don't ask for it, then you will have to wait for ten years. During this period, some thoughts will be extremely strong. The lifespan of the dragon clan is often thousands of years, and ten years is similar to one month for them. In fact, it is not an exaggeration, but in the eyes of mortals, this is simply amazing. The saying "the nature of dragons is originally yin" also comes from this.

It was all too shameless to sleep with Qiao Leran, which made Lin Ya's mind buzzing, and he was distracted. He forgot that he was here to stop the mountain spirits from making a fuss. He swallowed his spit and leaned straight towards Qiao Leran. When he was about to stick it, he suddenly woke up and stood up like a spring.

He was almost dead, but he didn't want to force it.

Qiao Leran didn't know how big a problem he had inadvertently, and he was still sleeping in the dark.

Lin Ya stared at Qiao Leran, recalling the daytime incident, complained about him, and wanted to pounce on him. He gasped heavily, walked around the edge of the kang for a few times, suddenly gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, pulled Qiao Leran's belt away, and then... turned his head and ran away!

Qiao Leran was shocked, but fortunately she didn't wake up.

The smooth and soft red silk was long, sucking the body odor of Long Yuexiang and Qiao Leran, and even soaking a little sweat. Lin Ya ran wildly on the mountain road, holding the belt tightly, and his temples were irritated and jumping.

What kind of young man he wants? He looked at the belt as good as it was, it was fragrant, soft, and slippery, and would not make him angry, so he passed by the belt!

Five days later, the belt was worn out.

...

Clubhouse.

More than twenty bottles of cold beer on the table were arranged in a square array, shining with light. Foreign wine with a total price of nearly one million was buried in the ice bucket, and the soft drinkers were humbly huddled beside the table.

Today is Qiao Leran’s 18th birthday.

The second-generation ancestors led by Nie Fei were holding cigarettes and smoking in fog. Several young models like porcelain dolls sat in the table.

Qiao Leran was hiding in the corner, biting the cigarette filter, playing with the lighter nervously, lifting the cover and ignition buckle, and thinning body as tight as a thin arrow.

Since he came down from the mountain five days ago, Nie Fei and Li Wenjing, the dogs, have been helping him find suitable candidates for "meat-opening" and searching for gay bars and nightclubs from all the friends and software, like a group of eunuchs who helped the emperor choose women.

These second-generation ancestors were all straightforward and were in the same circle of friends as they were purely to help Qiao Leran choose people.

Qiao Leran was enlightened early, and he had a vague sexual consciousness in elementary school. He came out to the young master at the age of thirteen and made clear instructions.

Qiao Leran at the age of thirteen: "Tell you something, I'm gay."

The straight Nie Fei pondered for two seconds: "Fuck, it's so awesome!"

Qiao Leran: "...What other adjectives have you mastered?"

Nie Fei pondered for three seconds: "So rebellious!"

Qiao Leran: “…”

Qiao Leran: "In the future, we have to keep a distance, go to the bathroom, take a shower, change clothes, etc., and pay attention to each other."

The ignorant Nie Fei: "Oh, okay."
To be continued...