λeiμkθeoiθνπeηkμξπ, You look beautiful today.
Fang Rong was unaware of this, still basking in the thought of her own significant progress. She thought Fang Hua was doing quite well, given that he understood both languages.
He would point out anything interesting or beautiful he saw along the way.
"How do you say that?" It was a deer, as you could tell from its long antlers.
“λeμμkπeμk.” Fang Hua glanced at it.
“λeμμkπeμk?” I want you to touch me.
“λeμμkπeμk?” I want you to touch me.
“λeμμkπeμk?” I want you to touch me.
It's quite a tongue twister, but you'll probably remember it after reading it a few times.
Fang Rong pointed to the tree again, "What's that called?"
"μeμioμe" means big tree.
Most of the time, Fang Hua taught very seriously, only teaching some vague words or phrases when he wanted to listen.
Fang Rong studied diligently, and he even stored the information in his personal computer, listening to it from time to time. He has made great progress and can now have simple conversations.
They would ask things like, "How are you?" or "My name is Fang Rong."
λeμθiπθ？ eπνθeπiθaθiπiθeμiθe。 How are you? I don't want to tell you my name.
For example, friendly phrases like "Let's be friends".
eoμiπeθζokμi. Ugly bastard, get lost.
It's a miracle that Fang Rong hasn't been beaten to death yet; of course, everyone he greets looks disgusted.
He even said λiμiθeπeθk to the bazaar, meaning "You're so beautiful," which actually meant "You're such a big idiot."
The bazaar looked very upset at the time, and it was already extremely kind of him not to kick him out on the spot.
Fang Rong thought he didn't like such compliments, so she never said them again.
Aside from a few minor unpleasant incidents, his relationship with Baza was quite good. Baza would often personally guide him and teach him massage techniques.
Speaking of which, the massage techniques in the bazaar are very similar to those in traditional Chinese medicine, both involving massaging acupoints, which was probably developed through the wisdom of the orcs.
Of course, it's also possible that some master of traditional Chinese medicine traveled through time. He often reads novels and knows that some novels feature characters who frequently travel back and forth, most often to primeval forests to live a simple life. The primeval forests have been riddled with holes by the time they've traveled through them.
The scenery of nature is always so captivating, unadorned and perfectly natural. This is also why this kind of writing is so popular, with eight out of ten pieces venturing into primeval forests.
Some authors have incredibly vivid imaginations. I remember one story about a modern person climbing a mountain and getting separated from the others. He had no choice but to follow the path of people and eventually found a village.
Because he was hungry and thirsty, he ran to climb over someone's wall. Please, the wall was three or four meters high. Are you sure you could climb it?
Then they went in and stole food and drinks. Shrimp, crabs, and wild meat, which are incredibly rare in modern times, were just casually displayed here, as if they were worthless.
The modern man ate and carried away quite a lot, but when he turned around, he was caught.
One thing that is written very realistically is that no matter what kind of tribe it is, there is a shortage of females, and that family is no exception.
The modern man was terrified and quickly ran away. There were people running this way and that way. There were people all around him. This guy was a coward. He knelt down and begged for mercy without hesitation, saying things like, "May some heroes spare my life, I'll return your things, and I can even work for you."
Despite the language barrier, the four men continued to approach, eventually engaging in a 5P (five people at once) session. They even wrote that three people would enter at the same time, with one person kissing the other.
(▼皿▼#), can it really fit?
Won't it cause anal fissures?
How contorted would you have to be to get all the attention?
He had been seriously considering one thing: how many holes had grown in it?
When I first entered the world of martial arts, I didn't find anything unreasonable about it and even enjoyed watching it. Putting aside the fact that it was too heavy-handed when I laughed, I still thought my life was quite enviable.
A small house to shelter you from the wind and rain, someone who loves you, a cup of fragrant green tea, a sunny summer afternoon—it's all so pleasant.
Oh, I seem to remember that modern people eventually had children. Where did they give birth?
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