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Chapter 50: Status (Part 2)

Translated by Rui

Happiness can be much more interesting than emotional intelligence, do you know? This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

The brutal persecution obviously had little effect on Antonio. He was still holding a barbecue with an iron knob and a poker face in front of the fire.

A fisherman who fled from the tent of Layton and Asa, full of honest anger. He did not expect him to lift his head with a big step, he screamed angry. “You went too far!

Antonio saw him with a bit embarrassing expression.

Feisha’s hard HID anger seems to be able to cope with “like Shamal! You that he adored you not to worship?” Conscience as you are God is waste your effort now. You are too despicable and shy. ”

“…” Antony had many questions in his face.

“Do you know the wrong thing?” Feisha looked at her with deep hatred and anger and quietly thought her head: Of course, you still do not know. I’m talking to you. So, how did you know it before?

Antonio yelled: “If you have something to say, hurry!

“Do you know the pain suffered by Shamal?

“…”

“And yet,” Feisha pointed her nose and said, “Do you really deny him that he denies it?”

Antonio went: “Did not Jim take her?

The second surprising factor, Feisha soon found the objection, the only one: “You have not seen how he returns to God? Do not you know what is Gin? How will Shamal have a heart to follow God’s steps?”

Antonio replied: “Are you promoting the way Gin deals with God?”

“…” Feisha almost drowned: “You can not duplicate, can I end what I say in one breath?

Antonio said: “You have a lot of breath.

Feisha saw him. How can you say that this boy was a moon before very early?

Layton hid behind him and secretly encouraged. “Fight, fight!

“Well, we especially put everything on the other side. Now Shamal is your dish, eating everything, getting bad. Do you have anything to do with the plan?” Feisha takes away the sad and cowardly attitude It was.

More precisely Antonio’s bracelet: “What’s wrong?”

“Spring Fever.” Feisha slowly said in the tone.

Antonio was shocked. Find out from him that food has been poisoned with food, diarrhea, stomach and tooth … but he has never heard of those who get fountain fever.

Feisha, after dropping a big ball, he moves into a much more delicate tone of happening, “But in this world, you must also realize that there are a lot of things that go awry and imagine a lot, as it is not necessary, he blows the power source. Why are you looking for? All you have to think about is how to solve this problem.

Antonio on the cooked cabbage steak. Although he did not always want it, the meat looked soft and juicy. It can attract the person you want.

“So, how do you propose to solve this problem?”

He usually has eyes on Feisha As I have said, people have fascinated the biseedo as “in the tent. It is necessary to wash it just to go and cold water. Well, I have to keep you the pie of a gift, you can go now.”

Antonio searched for Feish. He quietly filled his freshly baked items with freshly baked items and went to Feisha.

…

Layton · Even Fisch’s eyes gently awake emotionally. “The fact that he gave you a horseshoe shows that he still relies on you.

Antonio took me to Shamal, Shamal was so red that it looked like a boiled apple and immediately left the event. In addition, Laya left Fais. Asa, who was very worried about how both were sleeping in this little tent, was finally satisfied. The lower part of the leg was still seized.

Fish saw that Feisha was not eating anything all night, and Hughes was glad that Gin shared more than half of his “amuĉmanĝo”. When he shared the meal, Jin took over his chances for Faisha. The exact conversation was as follows: This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

“Have you heard the word” poor family children immediately manage domain work “?

“… for me it is”

“Do you know what that means?”

“Well, that means kids in poor families … will soon be managing domain affairs”

“…”

Feisha turned away my head automatically.

Mr Jin said deeply. “It shows us that the internal potential is broken in the absence of external assistance”

Feisha seems to have realized this idea slowly.

When I step into the shoulder, “so you should use what you have”

Feisha asked for a “sweet word”? To confirm.

Gin hit his teeth, “Temptation!”

“…”

Finally, Faisha returned to the camp and shared half of the food that he received with Isafer. The unfortunate thing was that, thanks to the love of the Champaign for Chamomile, aphrodisiacs are kept indefinitely. After thinking about it many times, the only way they left is Gin.

Darkest night.

Despite the fact that the sky was still dark above the table, the wind blowing forward and backward became stronger.

Feisha used this opportunity to convince Isfeli, who was absorbed when he read his books: “It’s too late, why are we sleeping?”

After he finished speaking, “us” he used was considered too awkward!

“What are you laughing at?” Isefer closed the book and saw him.

Feisha rigoris and the flatamente smile said: “Well, I’m drowsy when I first go to bed, I thought about sleep, I felt so happy”, this member, then this member, obediently, took him as he crashed to 10 tons and slept

After a half, Isefer also arrived.

If Asa and 10 tons of Layton had a living room, Jin, Hughes, Isfel and Feisha had a bathroom, it was like a bathroom where the toilet was nothing.

Feisha did everything possible to move the body to the side.

Issefar hesitated before saying a lie.

As soon as he slept, he discovered that Feish’s body had resigned. The other person euphemiski called the behavior “I’m looking for a fever,” as if it were.

Seeing Feish and Isfel, Gin turned and said to Hughes: “We need to get a bit …”.

Hughes’s outfit was scattered on the floor.

It suddenly pushed forward.

Hugs screamed violently.

It hid that her body was observed, but it was a very smooth and gentle feeling, even if it touched it. “Do not worry, I like it too.”

Hughes asked incredibly. “How can I see me?”

He turned his back and saved his back. “Do you think that nothing is worthy of two hearts?”

Asa and Leighton conscientiously fill theirs and sleep.

In any case, Layton closed the tent with a ribbon and exhaled before bed.

Asa saw the corner of the tent, but it was very thick, standing up and down. “Is it too big?”

Layton answered. “Never too much, not much less.

Asa said, “It’s also my ribbon.”

“You do not need this.” He lifted his head and saw another great figure. “Please do not send the wind.”

The breath of the skies was very gentle. So it’s so soft that you do not know if the other person is sleeping.

Feisha saw the tent over a chaotic line of thought.

Usually in this situation, the best way to love florecy, according to the many years of television viewing experience, is the place where there is a lack of sleep when you roll, to the body of other people, I would appear to be in my legs.

He constantly simulated this scene at his own end and calculated the angle and the place where the foot should go. I think he shook my leg, but I also thought he was waving his hand or not. For some time in the simulation and countless years, he suddenly thought about the problem. He did not know if Issefer’s morning temperament was bad.

He knew the enormous power of morning temperament, if something else … he would not love his deadly fight.

Feisha imagined that the image of the tent was exploding, and he was flying the best of the sky.

…

Should I delay the plan after I receive the information?

Feisha’s legs, which were reoccupied, fell again.

* Snode * * Snore * I started Asa wild spores.

Isefel moved a little.

….

Is that so?

Maybe he’ll go to bed?

Feish’s heart began to beat the air gap again.

If Isfels had not slept, it means that this is not the way to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Without the morning brain, he did nothing, even if his legs waved and others felt dissatisfied. Most of it, Isefer will return to his feet. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

Feisha secretly urged herself. It does not matter if you saw it or not, it was all around life.

His legs are ready to act again.

Isefer had reached out.

He did not need to close his eyes to think about other facial features … and this abs.

Luston became an impulsive person.

He had already put his hands and his whole body in the hands of Isafer before he knew what had happened.

…

* Bar dump * * Bar dump * * Bar dumped * …..

His heart is as beautiful as a wild horse, since the entire fray has shot his weapon.

His face was pressed against Isafer’s chest. Another breast enlarged a bit.

Icefel’s hand suddenly leaned against her pocket …

Feisha felt shocked, did he throw him away?

Only then sudden and intense impulse fell on fire.

The tent felt that it was cleared from the razor as if it had been turned to the right.

The box suddenly rose and took him outside the tent.

Although Feisha’s heart was still in her arms, she had a sterile template in front of her, as well as a 10-tonne poor, but very fast. It happened.

Huzz said that Gin forced him and pulled out a blanket, which he asked in a low voice: “Where is the tent?

It started to burn. “It was blown away from the wind”

Asa rubbed her loose eyes. He placed Leighton in his hand on the ground and complained that “your tape did not go away.”

Layton was too lightweight if Asa did not catch it, he was blown away. He had a good shock and responded with trembling shocks. “Oh my god, what’s up?”

Gin saw Issefel. “The cold was powerful, but the Inferno Updraft”.

I cried slowly.

However, the Inferno update is only available at the entrance to the hell, which will appear 100 years ago. Jin’s face was important: “How do you see you here?”

“With refraction.” He stopped for a while. “Today is 100 years old.

“Does that mean what someone thought?”

I did not reply.

Asa spoke uncertainly: “Eh maybe the person behind you, you ate barbeque, felt like we were looking at us?”

…

The path that appeared in the upper window for an invisible event, which happened just because of the causes, all came together and knocked at the window.

Gin said angry, “The inferno was not updated and it was refren, I could perceive a lot of people who can do both of these things on my fingers in nine countries around the world.”

Layton suddenly said, “Release the resistance?

… ….

The black landscape outside Noah’s box seems extraordinary.

No tent camp had to end. Everyone just returned to his room and lay.

Gin walked away, but Faisia ​​saw a head that hung on the ground when he shook his head.

“Do not miss out?”

Feisha, unfortunately, answered “Yes” with a chin in her hand.

Gin saw him uncontrollably and her heart became miserable. He could not help or encourage others. “I want to stay in the dead world!

….

Oh, I hope it’s dead in the world, not the difference between dimensions. [1]

He suddenly shouted that he was riding to stand and received: “Issefel …. let me do it!” [2] “After his mood, she quickly shone and called. He returned to the building, but he only took two steps before the whole body was shocked.

At the computer’s entrance, Isfels saw him in a rigid face.

T / N (maybe you need to read the line spacing)

[1] Wanted man, indecent, cosmic child.

People basically mean the world of the deceased and the human world. However, it can also mean “between” people (feet).

Literally the space between the size / space is meant.

So, in essence, Gin says that by finally doing so, they wanted to do something between the actual legs and then doing it without the guilty hands (in the middle of the air or worse …)

[2] About us

In other words, this word means doing what I want. However, it usually means “I will do it” because I’m dissatisfied with sexuality. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

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Chapter 50: Status (Part 2)

Translated by Rui

Luck can be more elusive than even emotional intelligence, you know?

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Shamal’s harassment incident clearly didn’t affect Antonio much. He was still holding the iron spit and barbecuing with a poker face in front of the bonfire.

Feisha rushed out of Layton and Asa’s tent filled with righteous indignation. With big steps, he strode towards him and without waiting for the other to lift his head, he angrily shouted, “You went way too far!”

Antonio looked up at him with a rather baffled expression.

Feisha’s fury was hard to conceal, “How could you treat Shamal like that?! Don’t you have any conscience? He idolised you and worshipped you like a god, now his efforts are all in vain. You’re too contemptible and shameless.”

“…” Antonio had multiple question marks written across his face.

“Do you know what mistakes you’ve made?” Feisha looked at him with deep hatred and resentment and quietly thought to himself in his head: Of course you don’t know yet. I’m framing you, so how could you know about it in advance?

Antonio grumpily shouted, “If you have something to say, then hurry up and spit it out!”

“Do you know how much pain Shamal is suffering?”

“…”

“And yet,” Feisha pointed to his nose and scornfully said, “you’re actually going to just throw him away and disregard him like that?”

Antonio frowned and asked, “Didn’t Gin pull him away?”

Only stunned for a split second, Feisha quickly found a rebuttal, “Don’t you know what kind of person Gin is? Didn’t you see how he treated Dia back then? How could you have the heart to let Shamal follow in Dia’s steps?”

Antonio replied, “Weren’t you the one who instigated the way Gin treated Dia back then?”

“…” Feisha almost choked, “Can you not retort and let me finish what I’m going to say in one breath?”

Antonio said, “You’ve already taken multiple breaths.”

Feisha glared at him. How come he couldn’t tell this guy was so quick tongued before?

Layton hid behind him and secretly encouraged: “Fight, fight!”

“Fine, let’s put everything else aside first. Right now, Shamal ate your food and something went wrong. What do you plan on doing?” Feisha gave off a extortionate, rogue stance.

Antonio’s brows knitted even more tightly, “What went wrong?”

“Spring fever.” Feisha said slowly in a definite tone.

Antonio was shocked. From his knowledge, food consumption could cause food poisoning, diarrhea, stomachache and a toothache…. But he had never heard of someone getting the spring fever.

After Feisha dropped the big bombshell, he shifted to a more gentle tone and continued, “But we also understand that there are many rather baffling and unimaginable things in this world. So there’s no need for you to look into why he would break out into a spring fever from eating barbecue. Anyhow, what we should be thinking about now, is how to solve this problem.”

Antonio took the cooked steak off the pitchfork. Even though he barbecued it absentmindedly for a long time, the meat still looked tender and juicy. It could entice anyone’s appetite.

“So how do you propose we solve the problem?”

Feisha’s eyes were attracted to the steak as he casually said, “The person’s in the tent. You just need to go in and wash him with cold water. Uh, I’ll help you hold the steak, you can go now.”

Antonio watched Feisha reach out with his hands, and he silently stuffed the steak into his mouth before he handed the pitchfork to Feisha and walked away.

…

Layton pat Feisha’s stiff back and sighed emotionally, “The fact that he gave the pitchfork to you shows that he still trusts you.”

Antonio carried Shamal, who was so red he looked like a cooked prawn, and left the event early. Under Feisha’s instructions, the extra tent was then kicked to Asa by Layton. Asa, who had been quite anxious about how two people were going to sleep in such a small tent, was now finally fairly satisfied. It was just that the lower half of his legs were still poking outside.

Seeing that Feisha hadn’t eaten anything during the entire evening, Hughes voluntarily shared more than half of the ‘love dinner’ that Gin had cooked with him. When he was splitting the meal, Gin specially passed on his expertise to Feisha. The exact conversation was as follows:

“Have you heard of the saying ‘the children of poor families manage the household affairs early’?”

“… I have.”

“Do you know what it means?”

“Uh, it means that… the children of poor families… manage the household affairs early.”

“…”

Feisha automatically shrunk his head back.

Gin said deeply, “It tells us that when one lacks external help, one’s inner potential will erupt.”

Feisha seemed to faintly grasp the idea.

Gin pat his shoulder, “That’s why, you should use what you have.”

Feisha cautiously asked for confirmation, “Sweet talking?”

Gin clenched his teeth, “Seduction!”

“…”

Feisha finally returned to the campsite and shared half of the food he just received with Isefel. The unfortunate thing was, because of Shamal’s love for pepper powder, the aphrodisiac plan could only be put on hold indefinitely. After thinking about it over and over again, it seemed like the only path left to take was Gin’s.

The night grew darker.

Even though the sky above the front desk was still very dark, the wind that blew back and forth became stronger and stronger.

Feisha took this opportunity to persuade Isefel who was still completely absorbed in reading his book, “It’s getting late now, why don’t we get some sleep?”

After he finished speaking, he felt that the ‘we’ he used seemed too flirtatious!

“What are you smiling about?” Isefel closed his book and looked at him.

Feisha’s smile stiffened and he flatly replied, “Uh, I felt very, very happy when I thought about sleeping. Ah, I’m so sleepy, I’m going to go to bed first.” His limbs then carried him as he crawled into the tent and obediently lay down.

After half a minute, Isefel also came inside.

If Asa and Layton’s tent was the living room, then Gin, Hughes, Isefel and Feisha’s tent was the bathroom, and it was the kind of bathroom that had nothing but a toilet.

Feisha tried his best to shift his body to the side.

Isefel hesitated for a moment before lying down.

As soon as he lay down, he discovered that Feisha’s body had shifted back over. The other person euphemistically called the act, “Seeking warmth.”

Seeing that Feisha and Isefel had gone inside, Gin instantly turned around and said to Hughes, “We should also get some….”

Hughes’ clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Gin suddenly flung himself forwards.

Hughes screamed in shock painfully.

Gin stroked his body that looked see-through yet felt very smooth and tender to touch, “Don’t worry, I like you in this form too.”

Hughes asked in disbelief, “How can you see me?”

Gin chuckled and caressed his back, “Do you think drawing two hearts was for nothing?”

Asa and Layton both consciously packed up their things and went to bed.

Just in case, Layton sealed the tent shut using tape before he slept.

Asa looked at the corner of the tent which was so thick it was protruding upwards and naively asked, “Would that be too much?”

Layton replied, “There can never be too much, only too little.”

Asa said, “Then tape some on mine too.”

“You don’t need it.” He lifted his head and looked at the other’s huge figure, “You’re not going to get blown away by the wind anyways.”

Isefel’s breathing was very soft. So soft that he couldn’t tell whether the other was asleep or not.

Feisha gazed at the top of the tent in a chaotic train of thoughts.

According to the many years of experience from watching television, normally in this situation, the best way to stealthily blossom a love affair was to pretend to have a bad sleeping posture and hang your leg on the other person’s body when you roll over.

He constantly simulated this scene in his head and calculated the angle and position of where the foot should go. As he was contemplating whether to swing his leg over, he also wondered whether he should swing his hand over too. After simulating, calculating and hesitating for a long time, he suddenly thought of a problem: he didn’t know if Isefel had a bad morning temperament.

He knew the formidable force of morning temperament, if the other did…. He would be no match for his opponent’s lethality.

Feisha imagined the image of the tent exploding and him getting flung beyond the highest heavens.

…

Uh, would it better if he delayed the plan to a later date after he got the details first?

Feisha’s leg that had been itching for action once again fell dead.

*Snore* *Snore* Asa’s earthshaking snores had started.

Isefel slightly moved.

….

Huh?

Could it be that he hadn’t hadn’t fallen asleep?

Feisha’s dead heart once again began beating with ripples of excitement.

If Isefel hadn’t fall asleep yet, then that meant there was no way he would wake up on the wrong side of the bed. If he didn’t have a morning temperament, then even if he swung his leg over and the other felt dissatisfied, they wouldn’t do anything to him. The most that would happen was that Isefel would put his leg back where it was.

Feisha secretly encouraged himself in his mind. No matter how you looked at it, this was a one in a lifetime chance.

His leg was ready for action again.

Isefel was within his reach.

He didn’t need to close his eyes to think of the other’s facial features….. And the shape of those abs.

Lust made people impulsive.

Before he realised what was happening, he had already swung his leg along with his arm and his entire body into Isefel’s arms.

…

*Ba-dump* *Ba-dump* *Ba-dump*…..

His heart beated like a runaway wild horse, as each thump knocked heavily against his chest.

His face was pressed against Isefel’s chest. The other’s chest slightly rose.

Isefel’s hand suddenly latched onto his hip….

Feisha felt shocked on the inside, was he going to throw him out?

Just then, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew past outside.

The tent felt like it was being sweeped around by a broom as it tilted to the right.

The chest beneath him suddenly rose up and carried him outside the tent.

Everything happened too quickly, so while Feisha’s mind was still focused on the hand on his hip, the scene before his eyes had already changed to that of a barren front desk, as well as the unfortunate people who had also rushed out of the tent.

Hughes pulled at the blanket that Gin had draped over him and asked softly, “Where’s the tent?”

Gin frowned, “It was blown away by the wind.”

Asa rubbed his relaxed his eyes. He placed Layton, who he had been holding in his hands, on the ground and complained, “Your tape didn’t work at all.”

Layton was too light, if Asa hadn’t grabbed onto him, he would’ve been blown away. He just had quite the shock and replied in a badly shaken state, “Oh my god, wha-what just happened?”

Gin took a look at Isefel, “Inferno Updraft, although the wind force was very small.”

Isefel slowly hummed in response.

“But Inferno Updraft only exists at the entrance to hell, and it only appears once every a hundred years.” Gin’s face was grave, “How could it appear here?”

“Through refraction.” He paused for a moment, “Today is perfectly the hundredth year.”

“You mean that someone did it on purpose?”

Isefel didn’t reply.

Asa spoke bluntly, “Huh? Could it be that the person behind this felt that it was an eyesore to watch us eating barbecue?”

…

The wanderers who appeared beside the window upstairs due to the unforeseen event that just happened were all going along with each other and knocking on the windows.

Gin said angrily, “To stop the Inferno Updraft and refract it back. I could count number of people who can do both of these things across the nine worlds on my fingers.”

Layton suddenly asked, “Liberation Resistance?”

……

The black scenery outside Noah’s Ark seemed extra gloomy.

Without tents, the camp had to come to an end. Everyone could only return to their rooms to continue sleeping.

Gin walked at the very back, yet he saw Feisha still crouching down with his head hung low as he turned his head back.

“Not leaving?”

Feisha replied dejectedly with his chin on his hand, “Yeah.”

Gin watched his desolate figure and his heart too, felt miserable. He couldn’t help but encourage the other person, “I hope it’s in the mortal world!”

….

Oh. Hope it’s in mortal world, and not in the gaps between dimensions.[1]

He suddenly stood up, ran towards the reception and angrily shouted, “Isefel…. Just let me do it![2}” After he finished screaming, his mood instantly brightened. He turned around to return to the building, but he only took two steps before his entire body stiffened.

At the entrance to the front desk, Isefel was watching him with an expressionless face.

T/N (You may need to read between the lines)

[1]希望在人间，不在空间夹缝间啊。

人间 essentially means the mortal world or the world of man. However, it could also mean ‘between’ a person’s (legs).

空间夹缝间 literally means the gaps between dimensions/space.

So essentially Gin is saying he hopes that when they do end up doing it, they actually get some action happening between the legs and not just between the gaps of one’s hand (or even worse in mid air….)

[2 ]从了我吧

Just based on words, this phrase means let me do what I want. However, this usually means ‘let me do it’ cause I’m sexually frustrated.

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