(BL)(MTL)Sand sculpture fairy dressed as tragic cannon fodder

chapter 1

    Xie Xiaoling, who was next to him, was trembling with fear, and his whole face was completely black.     Everyday sand sculptures / big things are reliable / little fairy men by × cold and domineering

    / gradually being brought into sand sculptures / tyrant

    attack

Supporting roles: Pre-received "Wear into the roommate of the protagonist's attack" and "After living together with the scheming school grass" for collection

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    Purpose: laugh at life, be positive and optimistic about every day.

    Brief comment on the work: Yan Shenyu is a sand sculpture man, but unfortunately he has a fairy face, and the agent never allows him to collapse. Until an accident, he became the cannon fodder of the same name in the book, and his life was reborn, and he decided to be the real self. In the story, he looks like a game of life, but he has a heart that hates evil and is kind and gentle. He denounced the villain whose thoughts were slipping, healed his brother who was hurt by his family, and accompanied his lonely and indifferent lover... Gradually he won everyone's respect and love, and changed his own tragic fate.

    The language of this article is witty, the plot is interesting, the rhythm is lively, and the intention is positive. It uses interesting stories to explain the main idea of ​​the article in simple terms - no matter what your birth and encounter, you must be positive and optimistic to live every day, and never give in to fate. In addition to entertainment, it can also cause some thinking, and it is worth reading.

Chapter 1 capture the rape scene.

    "No, this is outside, don't..." A small voice came from a distance, sticky and greasy.     "Really do

    n't? Huh?" The man's deep voice sounded along with the rubbing of clothes, "But your body doesn't say that."

The whimpering of a small beast makes people's hearts melt.

    "Let go of you?" A low male voice sounded, full of delusions, "But you came to me on purpose, isn't it for this? Huh?"

    ...

    Yan Shenyu recovered from the dizziness of the car accident and just listened A series of foul language rang out in his ears.

    Looking closely, among the flowers not far away, two men were hugging each other, making a series of red-faced sounds.

    Boy, is this the joy of heaven? Show him something so exciting right away?

    It's a pity that Yan Shenyu didn't have the habit of peeping at others, and the performances of those two were too greasy, so frightened that he quickly looked away.

    It was then that he realized that he was in a northern-style Chinese courtyard. In the distance, the buildings are carved with beams and painted columns, the lawn under the feet is as green as wash, and there are scattered ancient pines with elegant shapes. Three words appeared in Yan Shenyu's mind - fishing platform.

    The largest private garden hotel in Beijing, rebuilt from a garden in the Qing Dynasty, has many names and a long history. Most of the people who can eat here are rich or expensive, and they can take out a meal and blow it for several days.

    But why is he here? Didn't he get into a car accident?

    Could it be that he...is not actually dead? !

    Yan Shenyu lowered her head in surprise and carefully examined her body.

    A slender skeleton, a skin tone that is whiter than normal, and a small red mole on his right wrist... Even the long hair he left behind while filming was still hanging well behind him.