Ying Shao is a Girl

Earn a generous betrothal gift for your family.

This is their entire and final meaning to their family.

After that, they become attached to another person and complete the responsibility of continuing the incense.

They are pitiable.

Across the surging crowd.

Ying Junchu saw the eleven-year-old baby bride clearly.

She wore her hair in a bun, wrapped her head in better cloth, and wore silver jewelry on her ears and hands.

A bride who barely dressed up like an adult.

The bride stared at the crowd, her eyes were dark and clear, but her eyes were empty and confused.

Maybe she didn't quite understand what it meant.

The wedding won't stop waiting for her to grow up.

The flow of people began to surge again, and the wedding was crowded.

From the center of the crowd came the sobbing cry of the little girl. The sound gradually became clearer and finally turned into a heart-wrenching cry.

The groom pulled her, but she tried her best to resist, like an enraged lion cub.

But after all, she is only an eleven-year-old girl, and her strength cannot be compared to that of an adult man.

The final result was that her arms were full of scars.

The bun is also slightly messy.

The whole person was in a miserable state.

But at this time the crowd also burst into cheers.

This is a local wedding custom.

The bride has to put up a strong resistance.

The more fierce the resistance, the more auspicious and the more blessings you will receive.

"..." As a foreigner, there is no way to understand.

I just feel ridiculous.

"Um...Boss, I don't think this wedding is anything interesting. Let's go."

Yimo also found the local wedding customs very strange.

"It's you who's clamoring to come, and it's you who's clamoring to leave! What are you doing?" Sak glared at Immo.

The tone was extremely unfriendly.

Yimo felt guilty, and he did not refute Sark, which was rare.

Ying Junchu didn't say anything, but she turned and left.

There really isn't much to see.

Man's destiny is half determined and half chosen.

Obviously, the fate of girls in this land is determined rather than chosen.

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Sandra is one of the few wealthy people in this barren land.

A few years ago, Sandra was on a business trip in Europe, and Imer accidentally saved him while performing a mission.

Sandra called Yi Mo his benefactor, and he was very grateful and must repay Yi Mo.

Immo refused, and found any reason to fool Sandra.

The reason is that Sandra is too annoying, and her ability to pester others is unmatched.

This kind of Sandra made Yimo avoid it, for fear that he would accidentally smash himself to death with dozens of kilograms of gold.

When Sandra left, she told Imo that if Imo was to be a guest in his hometown of Sahara in the future, he would definitely entertain him well.

Immo didn't take it to heart at the time.

He felt that he would never go to the Sahara, a place where birds do not shit.

It turned out so delicious so quickly.

Sandra's house is very conspicuous. Even in a wealthy area, his house stands out and can be recognized at a glance.

A real luxury mansion.

"My benefactor, I looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally you are here!"

When Sandra saw Imo, her eyes were shining, her expression was excited, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Anyway, I was so happy that I forgot about myself.

"..." Immo was not very happy. He stared at Sandra's dark face with a complicated expression.

Are you, a bad old man, cursing me all day long? Is that why I really ran away to this hellish place?

Many people here are good at witchcraft, things that modern science cannot explain.

Immo knows this.

Before this, Yi Mo never believed that one day he would really come to this place.

"Benefactor, don't stand here anymore. Please come with me and your friends into the house, and let me entertain the distinguished guests."