Waking up with a start, I was refreshed.

　　The sun had long since reached his butt, the weather was warm, and the soft wind blew on his body with the rich aroma of lavender, his bones were crispy.

　　"What a happy life, another emperor wouldn't do it!" I exclaimed, climbing to my feet, stretching and scratching my itchy back. Huh? Where did the beauties go?

　　By the lake, near the forest, I don't know when a thin white veil was pulled up to cover the lake. The sound of water rattling, the veil ruffled, the lake, as if there are figures swaying.

　　I tiptoed over, lifted a corner of the white veil, took a peek, and almost spurted nosebleed wildly.

　　Three big beautiful women are bathing!

　　It's better to bathe alone than to bathe in a crowd, I want to bathe too!

　　I pulled off my clothes and jumped into the water. Although I didn't like bathing in the past, but now I am determined to develop this good habit of hygiene.

　　A white aura flashed and headed straight for me, crisp and clean like a snowflake that had gotten on my forehead.

　　My chest went cold, and I couldn't dodge in time before I was knocked out naked. What hit me was a snow lotus petal. It landed on the ground and melted into a drop of clear water.

　　Hat Dan Mei's slutty laughter came from the center of the lake, "Little pervert, Fairy Gan's jade body, is that something you can earn a cheap shot at?"

　　I resentfully climbed up and put on my clothes, day his grandmother, Gan Lemon is really so overbearing, hitting people without saying hello. I had a plan, quietly went around to the other side of the lake, unzipped my pants, took out my dick, pointed at the lake, and shot all the urine that I had held all night.

　　On the surface of the lake, the urine splashed and rippled.

　　The thought of three big beauties bathing in a spiked lake made my stomach hurt from laughing. When they come out later, they must stink of urine. Hey, hey, the dragonfly's urine is better than saliva, moisturizes the skin, nourishes the skin and beautifies the skin, so the beauties will wash for a while longer.

　　I wandered around for a while and walked into the jungle, the forest was tall and lush and brightly colored, it was like I was drilling into a kaleidoscope, the sunlight dappled through the colorful branches and leaves, sprinkling bright circular halos on the grass.

　　It's the North, even the trees have so many colors.

　　Many of the large trees were full of fruit, all of which I hadn't seen in the past. Some were red and smooth and round, some were yellow and flat, like a large pie, some were green and slimmer than a cucumber, and others were bigger than my head and covered with white fuzz. The fruits were all ripe, bulging and crowding on the branches, giving off a sweet aroma.

　　I was so thirsty that I was about to climb up the tree to have a quick bite, but then I thought, "Why don't I try my dragonfly claws? Standing under a tree full of purplish-red berries, meditating on my brow, my crimson claws swiftly probed out and grabbed the lowest branch, "Kacha" sound, the thick branch snapped, and the fruits rained down.

　　"Quickly catch it!" As soon as my mind moved, the red claws moved at a rapid pace, wherever my eyes saw, the claws followed, catching a handful of berries.

　　The Dragon Butterfly Claw was really powerful! I was so excited that I scurried from tree to tree, constantly picking fruits and practicing the Dragon Butterfly Claw. I found that the arm covered with silver scales under my ribs could stretch out up to two meters, lengthening and shortening at my own will.

　　I practiced until I was sweating profusely, my control became more and more pure, and in the end, I was able to use it completely freely, sending and receiving with ease. As long as the mind together, the red claws at the same time, where you want to hit, no longer as slow as in the past. Practicing, I roared furiously, turned around like a whirlwind, swept my red claws backward, and grabbed a large tree by the roots with an absolutely fierce posture.

　　Dirt splattered, and the tree full of fruits fell around me like brightly colored raindrops. My long fiery red hair flew up and fell lazily in front of my forehead.

　　"Lin Fei, you're too dashing!" I exclaimed, and with a few "pops", a few fruits smashed heavily on my head, the red pulp spraying all over my head and face.

　　Holy shit, that's hot! The tree's fruit was so pungent and spicy that the juice flowed to my lips as if I had swallowed a ball of fire, and I coughed so loudly that I couldn't open my eyes.

　　Drying my face, I began to distinguish which fruits are edible. In ancient times, Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs, today Lin Fei tasted a hundred fruits, not letting the ancients monopolize the beauty of the front.

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　　Around the meadow, rolled small mountains of fruits, all spoiled by my bare claws. Carefully, I stick out my tongue and try one after another. The small purple berries were sour and sweet; the large yellow cake fruit was particularly hard and salty; the green fruit smelled good but tasted like chewing wax; the fruit with white hairs had to be cut open and eaten, and the flesh inside was grainy, like pink crystals, crunchy, and full of sweet juice when you bit into it. The best flavor, on the contrary, is a kind of fishy smell pungent fruit, it is full of spikes on the surface, the skin cracked, inside the flesh of yellow, sweet and fat. The fruit is not what it looks like, just like me, it's a gold and jade on the outside.

　　After burping, I rubbed my bulging stomach and lay down on the soft grass, stretched out my legs and hummed a little tune. Crisp birdsong jumping between the branches and leaves, bees buzzing around the flowers, the breath of nectar, the fragrance of the fruit, and the brilliant sunlight intertwined, transparent and variegated, like a swirling sea of light and color.

　　"You're quite fastidious." A magnetic voice lazily came from behind, without looking up, I knew it was Hat Damei.

　　Hat Dan Mei's eyes burned, staring at me for a few moments, "The once in ten years calamity, aren't you worried at all?"

　　I snorted: "Worry about a bird with ah? I've always taken the sky as a cover when it falls. Now that I have food and drink, and there are three big beauties with me, it's much better than in Luoyang."

　　Hat Danmei curiously asked, "What was the world you used to live in like?"

　　I thought for half a day, but I didn't know how to describe Luoyang. This place where I had lived for sixteen years suddenly felt strange to me.

　　Because it had never really accepted me.

　　So I could only smile, bitterly.

　　"Looking at you, you didn't live as well there, did you?"

　　"Who said that? I ate big fish and meat every day and wore damask. The servants are like clouds, and the concubines are all beautiful. Stomp your feet and Luoyang City will shake three times." I spat and bragged endlessly. How could I lose face in front of a beautiful woman? Hat Dan Mei was half lying at my feet, on her side, her hand resting on her cheek, like a lazy big cat.

　　"So, old me is having a great time! Very cool!" I yelled, staring blankly at the sky.

　　Sixteen years of begging door-to-door, like a wild dog; picking through stinking piles of garbage just to find a bit of rancid food; stealing chickens from a farmer's shed in the middle of the night and getting punched in the ribs. I watched my dad die of illness, but I couldn't afford to buy medicine.

　　That year, the winter in Luoyang was colder than ever. The wind and snow whistled and blew into the hut, and the broken windowpaper clattered. I was freezing and hungry.

　　Looking at my father lying on the bed, I cried hard. I didn't know what to do except cry. The house was dark and cold, and the wind was like a thin, sharp knife. I gritted my teeth and blocked the window with my body to keep the wind from blowing in. But Dad was still shivering. He shivered under the quilt, which showed the black and yellow lint.

　　We shivered together.

　　I wanted to curse the God of Thieves for its coldness, but I didn't dare. Because I wanted to beg it to take pity on me and save Dad's life.

　　Far away, there were firecrackers and beautiful fireworks. There were so many children in Luoyang City, wearing satin cotton jackets and tiger shoes, running all over the street.

　　I was envious and jealous. I knew that I didn't have the same fate as them. People are different, my life is cheap, our family can not be compared with others. I could only turn my face away and quietly walk away while other children ate sugar gourds and carried rabbit lanterns.

　　That day was the night of New Year's Eve.

　　I said father, you'll get better. You promised that on New Year's Eve, we would eat dumplings and wear new clothes. Dad didn't say anything, looked at me. He looked at me and silently wept, and kept on weeping. Until he took his last breath.

　　God still didn't take pity on me. I stood in the ice-cellar hut, motionless, listening to the firecrackers outside getting louder and louder.

　　After that, I stopped shedding tears.

　　Because I've shed all the tears I need to.

　　Thief God won't reward me for my crying and begging. The more it tortures me, the more I defy it. If it makes me cry, I'm going to laugh.