The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Chapter 12

In this Ming Dynasty where Shan Yu transmigrated, shuangers were a magical species between men and women. They were more capable than women but not as strong as men. Their fertility rate was lower than women, and they were much more delicate and good-looking than men.

Shan Yu always believed that shuanger was a man. As for why they had children... after thinking about it, the only possibility was that they were intersex people.

Shan Yu took a closer look through the crackling wood fire and found that Wan Qiu’s body was just like that of a normal man, nothing special.

So, if he was not an intersex person, why did he get pregnant and give birth to a child?

Shan Yu couldn’t figure it out and started to study it seriously.

Visually, the impression given by Wan Qiu was not only ugly but also thin.

His body was like shriveled and dehydrated old tree bark, with nothing to look at except wounds.

Shan Yu poked at Wan Qiu’s pale and flabby thigh flesh and found that this shuanger’s skin was actually quite white. If it hadn’t been for long-term malnutrition, his foundation would be pretty good.@@@@

There were so many injuries on his body, how could he know which part to hurt first? Hearing Shan Yu’s words of pity, he was stunned.

All his injuries and pains were all due to this person. If he felt bad, why would he have tortured someone like this? Now Shan Yu suddenly saying things like this, were he deliberately making Wan Qiu uncomfortable?

Wan Qiu felt extremely sour in his heart. He closed his eyes and loosened the stick in his hand. Shan Yu still thought he was in pain, so he applied the medicine more gently.

While he was complaining in his mind that the original owner had a bad taste and ruined a good person like this, he planned to go to the Deadly Forest again to see if there were any other good medicines.

No matter what, Shan Yu must heal Wan Qiu’s injuries and regulate Wan Qiu’s body and bones, otherwise he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

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When they were done, it was already late at night.

Shan Yu yawned sleepily, and he and Wan Qiu were tugging at a rag that was better than nothing. Just as he was dreaming, he heard a burst of crying coming from outside.

It vaguely sounded like someone had died in the village, probably more than one.