Raising Cubs in Another World

In the snow-white world, a black figure stood alone, and the cold north wind blew two strands of black hair on his temples, and the black hair slapped his cheek mercilessly in the next second.

Her fair cheeks were ravaged by the cold wind, and there was a hint of red in the whiteness. After the hair was slapped, the red was even more gorgeous.

Song Ning pursed her mouth and raised her hand to cover her cheek, it really hurt.

He sadly took a step in the open snow, and walked lazily towards the foot of the back mountain. There stood a young boy in white clothes fluttering in the wind. His handsome face was serious and serious. His expression, like a cute young hero, is bold and lovable.

Song Ning's sluggish pace gradually became regular, and he saw a trace of displeasure in Po Lebing's blue eyes.

At this point in time, you can't provoke the brat. Only by performing well can you win Bo Le's favor, so that Bo Le will be moved by his positive spirit of learning martial arts, and will not force him to continue practicing martial arts in such a terrible and cold weather.

Alas, what kind of martial arts does he practice at such an age that should preserve his health?

Getting closer and closer to the foot of the mountain, Song Ning saw Bo Le moving, but he was not coming towards him, but in the opposite direction. Le turned around to look.

Then, he saw what Bo Legang was doing.

—He saw something similar to a horizontal bar.

Let's call her a horizontal bar first. Song Ning really can't think of a more appropriate name. This horizontal bar is two heads higher than others. Tie it tightly, he stretched out his hand and shook it, but it didn't.

"What is this?" Song Ning asked, turning his head to look at Bo Le.

Pole lowered his slender and straight eyelashes and glanced at Song Ning's hands. The hands of daily labor were covered with calluses. He had experienced the calluses before. They were rough but not ugly. Such hands should be able to hold up in this weather. meeting.

"It's for physical strength training." He said slowly, "You jump up to support the bamboo pole, leave your feet off the ground, relax your whole body, then push up with your hands, and repeat the same movement until you have done a hundred times before you come down."

The merciless words fell into Song Ning's ears. Song Ning stiffened in place, choked up and said with difficulty: "Lele, I can't do it."

"You can do it." Bole looked directly at him, and said coldly, "If you don't put pressure on you, you won't know how to practice. Only after you have exercised your body can you have the strength to go outside with me."

"Then let's not go." Song Ning said shamelessly.

"No." Bole said firmly.

He will leave this place sooner or later, but he wants to take Song Ning with him, and he doesn't want to keep Song Ning in this place. Although this place is a comfortable nest, it is also a comfortable nest, which will consume people's willpower and perseverance. ...

Bo Le's eyes darkened, and his body exuded an aura that was as cold as snowflakes.

Song Ning's heart trembled, it seemed that there was no way to compromise.

Biting his chin fiercely, Song Ning's eyes revealed a firm look, at worst he would fight for Bo Le, but he actually wanted to know if he could do it.

Bah, bah, bah, how could a man not do it.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Song Ning bent down and picked up the snowflakes. After rubbing his hands for a few times, he shook off the snowflakes. There was a slightly warm temperature in his palms, and he seemed to be full of strength in the next second.

He raised his hands and jumped up, holding the bamboo pole firmly with both hands. After adjusting his posture, he tensed his shoulders and exerted force on his back. up.Looking at the head over the bamboo pole, the line of sight collides with the foot of the opposite mountain, which is dazzlingly white.

"one two three four……"

Bo Le's crisp voice resounded in the air, it was he who was watching Song Ning's counting.

Song Ning persisted longer than he thought. He thought he would feel that Song Ning paused when he reached sixteen and seemed unable to persist, but Song Ning moved again, and continued to repeat the last moment out of breath. action.The movements were very standard. If he hadn't seen Song Ning do it in front of him, he would have thought that Song Ning knew this kind of body training method like the back of his hand.

"56...68...99..."

Bo Le's eyes widened. He saw Song Ning jumping down from the boom, touching the palm of his hand that was red from holding the boom for a long time, and showing a resentful look at him.

Pole: "..."

"I'm done, do you want to do something else?" Song Ning walked over blinking, the grievance in his eyes still hasn't dissipated, and added, "Oh, I'm falling apart after finishing it, or we'll go back Bar."

"...No way." Bo Le held back his soft heart, Song Ning obviously still had extra physical strength to spare, the man was much weaker than he imagined, it was a little different, but those small and thin shoulders.

"Ah..." Song Ning drooped her face dejectedly, "Can't we discuss it?"

Bo Le frowned helplessly, "I can't."

Oh, it's really disappointing to say such cruel words while acting like you want to be tempted.Song Ning snorted coldly, and ignored Bo Le with his arms folded.

No matter how you look at it, it's embarrassing for the dignified boss to be taught by a brat.

Bo Le, who had been jotted down in his notebook, didn't know anything about it. He took Song Ning's hand and checked it. When he jumped off the boom, his palm was still red, but now it has returned to its usual appearance. This recovery ability surprised him a bit.But just like this, he wanted to tap Song Ning's strength more and more.

——Maybe, Song Ning is much stronger than he thought.

Without giving Song Ning any time to hesitate, he dragged Song Ning to the path on the mountain.

The road in the back mountain is not easy to walk, and it is covered with snow, and the soles of the feet are slippery and slippery. When one foot is on the ground, the next foot is snowed over the ankle and stepped on the pit.Anyway, Song Ning felt that she was looking for guilt.I didn't know that he walked beside him with a serious face, not even blinking or frowning at the severe pain that the wind blew on his face.

The impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

Mountain climbing in snowy weather seems to be good.

Song Ning, who had no bottom line to compromise, began to take the initiative. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Bo Le's hand. Bo Le's hand was smaller than his, and the palm without calluses was soft and warm, just like his paws when he was a little wolf cub. It feels as comfortable as a pad on the skin.

He felt the hand held by him froze slightly, and the owner of the hand turned his head to look at him, with a puzzled look in his eyes, waiting for an explanation of his inexplicable behavior.

Song Ning smiled gently and said, "Walk together hand in hand, you won't be tired."

Bo Le pursed his lips lightly, and stopped talking.

Dare to love this man, to save energy to climb the mountain, he thought... what was he thinking, Bole lowered his eyes and frowned, he didn't know why, it was an inexplicable feeling, it came and went quickly Soon, he disappeared before he could react.

Soon, the two saw Uncle Liu's house halfway up the mountain.

The wooden house was covered with a thick layer of snow, which made the house look lower than usual. When Bole pulled Song Ning to climb over Uncle Liu's house, Song Ning caught him arm.

Song Ning said: "Lele, look at the snow on Uncle Liu's house is more than ten centimeters thick. If you press it like this, there will be cracks from the pressure tomorrow. When the snow melts, it will seep into the house. It will turn into water very quickly in this weather." It also freezes, and then it will prop up the cracks and the house will be at risk of collapsing."

Pole: "So what do you want to do?"

Song Ning winked at him and said, "Of course I'm going to sweep the snow."

After saying that, he pulled Bo Le and pushed open the bamboo gate of Uncle Liu's yard to go in. They walked through the front yard and knocked on Uncle Liu's door.

Uncle Liu was stunned when he saw the two when he opened the wooden door, and asked in puzzlement, "Xiao Song, why are you here?"

"Come here to help." Song Ning came in familiarly. The heating in the room was in contrast to the cold outside. He subconsciously shook his shoulders and rubbed the back of his hands that were a little red from the cold.

"Come here to help?" Uncle Liu looked at Song Ning with puzzled eyes.

Song Ning nodded again, "The snow on your house is too thick, I just wanted to come over and help clear the snow." He sat down at the table with a smile, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and waved his hand to stay at the entrance of the room Bole came over and poured him a glass to warm him up first.

Bo Le rolled his eyes and took it. At first he thought Song Ning was worried about Uncle Liu's safety and asked to sweep the snow, but now it seems that he just came here to keep warm...

"Hey, how did you know I was going to sweep the snow? In fact, I have already told Yang Da that he will come over tomorrow to help me clear the snow." Uncle Liu said with a sigh, "Oh, now that I am getting older, I want to clear the snow by myself. It’s impossible to go up the bamboo ladder to sweep snow.”

"What unlucky things Uncle Liu said, you are still young, let alone clearing snow, even if you climb to the top of the mountain and come down again, you won't be out of breath," Song Ning said.

Bo Le at the side: "..." He once again witnessed a man's thick skin.

But these words amused Uncle Liu, and he was in a good mood and exchanged several pleasantries. Finally, it was Song Ning who interrupted Uncle Liu who wanted to continue the chat.

Liu Bocai took out the tools for sweeping snow.

Then, Song Ning threw the snow-sweeping tool at Bole and said, "Lele, it's time to exercise your strength."

"...Didn't you sweep?" Bo Le was refreshed again.

Song Ning blinked and nodded, and said in a lazy tone: "Lele, you see that you want to let the old people work when you are young, this is not allowed, at this time, you have to take the initiative to stand up , Contribute a little love to the fathers and villagers, so that everyone will like you even more."

"I don't need everyone to like me." Bo Le said coldly, frowning.

After finishing speaking, he realized that Song Ning had interrupted him, so he couldn't help but look at Song Ning's smiling peach blossom eyes, and then felt the gaze from Uncle Liu, as if he was looking forward to him...to help sweep the snow.

"Brother Song, are you sure you want me to help?" Bo Le's crisp voice sounded leisurely, "I just recovered my human body. Doctor Song said that I still need to take care of myself, so I don't want to use too much force. It's so windy and snowy outside, I'm afraid I won't be careful I have caught a cold again, and I have to work hard for you to take care of me, I will feel bad."

Song Ning's eyes widened, and she looked in disbelief at Bo Le's blushing and slightly watery eyes looking at him sincerely, like a film king, who was about to outshine blue and outshine blue.

"you……"

He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Uncle Liu, "Xiao Song, I think what Xiao Le said is right. He is still young, how could he be allowed to make such dangerous moves? This Sweeper's suggestion is You mentioned it, I think it would be better for you to do it yourself, but if you think it’s too troublesome, then wait for Yang Da to come over tomorrow. Yang Da is strong and strong, so it’s no problem to sweep the snow.”

Song Ning turned his neck stiffly and looked at Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu was still in his usual appearance, and he couldn't see any intention of mocking him, but... If he agreed to ask Yang Da to help, wouldn't it mean that he was not physically fit? Is it strong or not?

How to do it!

But it makes sense, he is so weak, it's better not to be brave.

"Then let Yang Da clean up tomorrow." Song Ning said without any guilt, and immediately admitted that he was not strong or strong, but instead of leaving, he said, "Uncle Liu, although Yang Da will clean up tomorrow. I came here to clear the snow, but it seems that the snow has accumulated for three or four days, and the house may not be able to support it for a long time. I think there are two wooden pillars outside your door, which are just useful."

He brought two three-meter-long wooden sticks from the yard, and put them against the two ends of the beams, and then clapped his hands and left under Uncle Liu's watch.

During this period, Bo Le has not spoken, just quietly watching the man's every move.

At this time he was puzzled again.

Every time he felt that he really knew the man's true face, the man gave him another side. Although every side of the man was good, he always had a feeling of uneasiness lingering in his heart.

It made him feel irritated suddenly.

On the way down the mountain, the two walked one after the other. Song Ning looked at the young man who only reached his chest in front of him. The young man was obviously in a bad mood, but he didn't know if his displeasure in sweeping the snow had offended him. , or let the other party sweep the snow to anger him.

So he dared not speak.

He was just joking, the snow looks heavy, but it's actually not very heavy, as long as the wooden stick is against it, even if Yang Da doesn't come to sweep the snow tomorrow, it won't be a problem.The reason why I wanted to go in at that time was just to miss the warmth.

Well now, who made you miss the warmth.Let's piss off the little guy.

"Song Ning..."

When he was annoyed and blamed himself, Bo Le's voice sounded cold and clear from the front, calling his name rarely.

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Qingyang Xianjun lived to be 9999 years old, and he was still single. The way of heaven couldn't see it, so he drew a red line for him, saying that he was the son of great luck, and he could help his cultivation base to rise slowly.

The Qingyang Xianjun's heart is raging, and he is cold and cold on the surface to lead people, but what he sees is a handsome and handsome mortal boy? ? ?

The MMP in my heart smiled coldly on the surface of Xianjun: Heavenly Dao, let's talk.

Tiandao: Cough cough cough, the hold is too urgent, why don't I change it for you?

Just when Qingyang Xianjun was calculating in his heart that the opportunity must not be lost and not come again, the young man's eyes were red, and he grabbed his fairy sleeve pitifully.

Young man: Xianjun, I can also warm the bed qwq

Xianjun: ………All right.

**

For the sake of future happiness, Qingyang Xianjun decided to train (teach) Taoist couples well.

Cultivation, experience, and calamity are all in one service, and the golden eyes are secretly poking behind the scenes.

However, my little Taoist partner looks more and more handsome, more like a certain XX? ? ? ?

Later, Qingyang Xianjun, who learned the truth, cursed:

Fuck your sister, please don't lie to me! ! ! !

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