Fukushuu O Koinegau นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

The old man greeted with smiles, showing the wrinkles on his face as he smiled. “Kazuki-kun. It’s been a month.” Fu shook his hand and smiled back. The old man called Kazuki, chuckled. “Oh I just got back from Gordhum. Purchases were hard you know. I lost some cargos on the way back because of monsters.” Fu chuckled. “Now, now. What kind of purchase this time, and should I be interested?” “Oh we can discuss about that later.” Kazuki winked. “Oh my, who do we have here with you? What a lovely lady, oh look at your yukata! Printed black kois, how gorgeus.” He said with a chef’s kiss.

Reyona smiled as she said, “Yeah, something like that.” Then she turned to point at 福 written on the gold pendant attached to the cat’s collar as she said, “Do you see that?” The children nodded. “That says “Fuku” and it means luck. While the bigger letters on the body say “sen man ryou” and that means 10 million gold pieces” “Woah. That is a lot.” Junior said in awe. He tried to count that many gold pieces in his hand and then gave up as he repeated “A lot.”

World 01: Modern Martial World. Pitiful shou versus two scum gongs. NOTE: Shou = Uke/bottom and Gongo = Seme/top (In case anyone asks the terms) (...) The light from the flourishing lamps illuminated the private room of the exclusive restaurant that the new rich frequented like little ants that find the sweet. The private room was beautifully decorated and looked very comfortable, with long, soft sofas, which gave a rather tempting suggestion for doing other things besides resting comfortably.

Manager Fu said as he had a hunch that something good will be happen to him today . " Manager Fu , I am Shen Yao. I come to talk bussines with you . Do you want to hear me ?" Shen Yao ask . " Yes , I wonder what do you wants to talk about ?" Manager Fu ask curiously . " I can provide rice , flours , millets , sugar , brown sugar , salt , fish , pork meat , chickens, dried meats , dried rabbits , dried fish , dried chickens , eggs , bacons and lamb meat too . If you want them , I can provide them to you once a week . But , I won't stay here for long . I will stay here for a month only ." Shen Yao said to manager Fu slowly.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.