It was late autumn, and a few frosts had just fallen, and the continuous drizzle fell mercilessly on the roof like knives.

In front of the dilapidated fence in the small farmyard, on the muddy dirt road, a chubby little fat man who was full of fat and was as strong as a piglet was riding on a skinny boy.

The boy was so skinny that he was almost skinny, with no flesh on his cheeks, and his cheekbones protruded outwards. He was so thin that his eye sockets were deeply sunken, making his eyes even more abrupt.

In such a cold weather, he was simply wearing a set of thin clothes that already had countless holes, and the length of the trousers only reached the calf, revealing a pair of callused feet.

The skin on his feet was full of cracks, and fine frostbite covered the entire surface of his feet. At this time, there was no cover on his feet, and he stepped on the muddy ground in the cold wind.

And the chubby little fat man riding on him had a ferocious face, with a malicious smile on his face, and his thick palm hit the boy's emaciated back one after another.

"I let you steal it! You dare to steal my eggs, I want to tell grandma, let her beat you to death!"

"I didn't!" The thin boy's face was flushed, and tears of disappointment soaked his eyes, but under his gritted teeth, they never fell.

"I didn't steal it, it was given to me by my mother."

"You fart!" The little fat man grabbed the boy's ear fiercely, and twisted it vigorously until the ear was filled with abnormal blood, "You bastard, do you deserve that egg? You don't even look at who you are! You just bought a dog from our family. If I say you can't eat it, you can't eat it. How dare you talk back?"

The little fat man's words hit the little boy's most meticulous thoughts, and his body couldn't help shaking, "I'm not a bastard, don't talk nonsense!"

"Mongrel, bastard, dog bastard!"

"I'm not!" The little boy's face became more ferocious, the physical pain and the wound in his heart were severely torn open, making him like a lion on the verge of rage, "If you talk nonsense again, I will tear you apart Q!"

Hearing this, the little fat man showed off even more. He suddenly got off the little boy's back, picked up the egg that was thrown aside, and smashed it viciously towards the ground.

In an instant, the round and chubby egg was smashed to pieces.

However, even so, the little fat man still refused to give up. He ran over, turned his head and showed a wicked smile at the boy, "You bastard, don't you want to eat eggs? I'll let you eat them!"

As soon as the voice fell, the delicate leather shoes on the little fat man's feet stepped on the egg fiercely. The tender white and yellow yolk were squeezed out from the eggshell vigorously, mixed with the muddy and wet ground, black, black, yellow and yellow. It was a mess, looking hideous and disgusting.

The little boy got up from the ground and looked at this scene with disbelief on his face. Since he could remember, he hadn’t seen meat for more than a year. This time his nominal father came back from working outside and brought back many For money, the family ate a lot of fish and meat.

The little fat man was exhausted from eating meat, so he put his egg in the kitchen. Seeing his pity, the little boy's nominal mother gave him the egg as a charity.

The egg he just got was round, chubby, and looked so cute. The scent emanating from the eggshell tempted him to salivate constantly.

He held the egg carefully and cherished, and wanted to go back to his woodshed to enjoy it, but on the way from the kitchen to the woodshed, he was caught by the little fat man.

Looking at the boy's red eyes, the little fat man almost looked up to the sky and laughed. He pointed at the egg that was completely mixed with the muddy dirt and said arrogantly, "Eat, you eat!"

"It's just a bastard that our family bought with money. I won't let you eat this egg even if I throw it in the latrine!"

The little fat man walked over and looked directly at the little boy. The seven-year-old boy was thin and short, about the same height as the five-year-old fat man. The malice in his smile almost overflowed, "You bastard, you are only worthy Lie on the ground and eat something that even dogs don't eat."

His eyes squinted upwards, full of disdain, "Hurry up! If you don't eat this egg, I'll tell grandma that you bullied me!"

"Don't do anything every day, just think about eating. Do you think our family raised you for nothing? Do you think you deserve to eat a clean chicken..."

The boy's red eyes stared at him, and the hands hanging by his sides creaked, "I don't want to eat."

The little fat man stopped talking, "What did you say?"

The little boy repeated again, "I said I won't eat."

"Oh~ don't you want to eat, right?" The little fat man laughed more ferociously, "If you don't eat, I'll ask grandma to sell you, a bastard, to that kind of brothel. You know what a brothel is. ?"

Suddenly, the little boy was poked at the pain point by the little fat man. He knew that he was sold here. At that time, he had no memory. Now that he has learned some ways of the world, he can't bear to be sold like an animal again. .

The little boy erupted completely, rushed up and hit the little fat man's stomach with his head, and the little fat man was thrown to the ground by him unexpectedly.

Immediately afterwards, the little boy straddled the little fat man's stomach, clenched his fists harder than the rock, and punched him hard on his chest and face.

"I let you talk nonsense! I will kill you!"

The little boy beat and beat the little fat man like crazy, his teeth creaking. The humiliation and suffering he had suffered for many years broke out in this instant. The little fat man who was the same height as him and much stronger than him There was absolutely no way to break free.

The little fat man was so painful that his nose was covered with tears and his face was smeared with tears, and he screamed heart-piercingly, "Help me! Zhao Sanyue, a bastard, dared to hit me, grandma! Mom! Help me!"

The seven-year-old boy still doesn't have an official name, because he was sold to the Zhao family in March, so he has been called Zhao Sanyue for so many years.

Following the heart-piercing cries of the little fat man, the Zhao family, who seemed to be dead just now and couldn't hear any sound, rushed out in a swarm.

The little fat man's mother, He Wanyue, rushed over in stride, and immediately grabbed Zhao Sanyue by the collar and lifted him upside down. The big callused hands that had been working all the year round were facing Zhao Sanyue's with a cold palm. Both sides of the cheeks are left and right.

"I let you bully Jinbao! Who gave you the courage to bully our Jinbao?!"

The little fat man is Zhao Jinbao, the heart and soul of everyone in the Zhao family, and their lifeblood.

Zhao Jinbao's grandmother, Li Meihua, hugged Zhao Jinbao who was crying on the ground, and comforted him carefully.

When he saw the red palm print on Zhao Jinbao's fair and round face, countless anger suddenly surged in his heart, and the raging anger burned wildly in his eyes.

She picked up a pole from the edge of the fence, and hit Zhao Sanyue fiercely, "A bastard, a bastard whose mother and father are unknown, dares to beat our Jinbao, look at me, don't you?" Kill you!"

Li Meihua didn't restrain herself at all when she struck. The shoulder pole with thick arms kept hitting Zhao Sanyue's thin body. The seven-year-old child was malnourished and skinny. To hide, he could only let the raindrop-like pole keep falling on him.

Li Meihua didn't throw the pole until she was tired and the end of the pole was covered with bright red blood.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Zhao Sanyue, who was lying on the ground, exhaled too much and breathed less, "Go to the main room and kneel for me!"

Zhao Jinbao, who was held in He Wanyue's arms, stuck out his tongue towards Zhao Sanyue, staring at him resentfully, "It's what you deserve!"

Zhao Sanyue struggled to get up from the ground. At this moment, there was almost no good flesh on his body. Under the eyes of He Wanyue and Li Meihua, he had to move his legs with difficulty.

The ground of the main room was icy cold, Zhao Sanyue knelt on it and his body trembled constantly, his back was bloody and bloody from the pole pumping, and the severe pain made him twitch from time to time.

The little child was as skinny as a monkey, kneeling alone in the cold wind blowing the main room, next door was the laughter of the Zhao family, Li Meihua and He Wanyue coaxed Zhao Jinbao to giggle.

Loneliness and loneliness enveloped Zhao Sanyue, the cold wind blew straight at him, and the sun was stingy to give him the slightest warmth. The little child seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

Time passed by every minute, and Zhao Yongyuan, who was working in the field, returned with the old Zhaotou.

The women of the Zhao family rushed over to take the tools in their hands, and began a round of greetings.

After an afternoon of fermenting, although Zhao Jinbao's cheeks were no longer so painful, they were swollen like steamed buns, and the clear finger prints on his fair cheeks were particularly ferocious.

Zhao Jinbao opened his mouth in tears and complained to his father Zhao Yongyuan. He pointed to his red and swollen cheeks, "Dad, look at my face was beaten by that bastard Zhao Sanyue..."

Zhao Jinbao's words completely ignited the anger in the hearts of the two men in the Zhao family. The Zhao family has been passed down for three consecutive generations. Zhao Yongyuan is 28 years old this year, and Zhao Jinbao is his only son. To speak, but I can't wait to praise Zhao Jinbao to the sky.

They will never allow Zhao Jinbao to suffer the slightest harm.

What's more, it is Zhao Sanyue, a bastard who has no blood relationship with the Zhao family, who is hurting Zhao Jinbao now.

Zhao Yongyuan rushed over angrily, and his iron-like palm was fastened to Zhao Sanyue's cheek with the howling cold wind.

"Om-"

Zhao Sanyue only felt a huge humming in his ears, and then hot liquid flowed out from his ears. He subconsciously reached out and touched it, and his hands were covered with bright red blood.

But Zhao Yongyuan who was standing in front of him kept opening and closing his mouth, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.

Seeing that Zhao Sanyue was like a log, Zhao Yongyuan wanted to continue beating him, but Zhao Xiaohua grabbed his arm suddenly, and her sharp voice rang out in this small courtyard, "He...what's wrong with his ears? bleeding?"

Zhao Xiaohua is more than one year older than Zhao Jinbao, and she is the only one who has a higher sense of presence in the family than Zhao Sanyue. Although she is the biological child of He Wanyue and Zhao Yongyuan, because she is a girl, she has never been treated well.

Her words attracted all the attention of the Zhao family, and the anger in Zhao Yongyuan's heart calmed down a little.

He Wanyue's continuous slaps had already caused some damage to Zhao Sanyue's eardrum before, but Zhao Yongyuan didn't show any mercy when he struck, and just pierced Zhao Sanyue's eardrum.

He Wanyue bent down and waved her hand in front of Zhao Sanyue, "Can you hear me?"

Zhao Sanyue raised her head slightly, revealing a pair of blank eyes, and said a timid voice, "Why can't I hear anything?"

In an instant, the whole hall fell into a strange silence, even Zhao Jinbao, who had been complaining continuously, fell silent.

Zhao Yongyuan looked down at his palm and almost murmured, "Did I really knock him deaf?"

"If you're deaf, you're deaf!" Li Meihua's abrupt voice broke the silence, "Isn't it just a bastard I bought? Why do you care so much?"

She said and turned her gaze to He Wanyue, "It's all because of him. If he didn't hit Jinbao, how could he have such consequences? Why don't you take him down and stay here to be an eyesore?"

"Hey... yes!" He Wanyue can only be very strong when facing Zhao Sanyue, she dare not disobey Li Meihua's words, she walked over and grabbed Zhao Sanyue's arm, and dragged him to the woodshed .

The person who was not liked by everyone disappeared in front of his eyes, and the main room of the Zhao family was filled with joy and laughter again. Zhao Jinbao coaxed Zhao Yongyuan and old Zhaotou into laughing like a trick, and completely forgot about the one just now. The boy who was beaten all over by them.

In the dead of night, the cold wind kept pouring into the dilapidated woodshed through the broken door. The blue-faced boy curled up tightly, and the tattered clothes on his body could not bring him the slightest warmth at all. .

But all of a sudden, the painful cries suddenly stopped, and the eyelids swollen into walnuts slowly opened, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as a thousand-year-old pool.

The frail boy seemed to have completely changed his soul. He sat up abruptly from the pile of firewood, looked down at his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his blue lips, "9527, what are you doing again?" Where did you take me?"

This body is unprecedentedly weak, it should be because he has been hungry for too long, as if there is a fire burning in his stomach, and since he fell into this body, he has not heard the slightest other sound.

9527 Mechanic's voice was weak, "Boss, I'm sorry... I didn't know that Duan Su's S-level system would have a report function. It's all because I was careless and was discovered by the Lord God. We are not his at all now." Opponents, there is no way to go to those high-level planes to collect the power of faith in the Dao of Heaven, so they can only do everything in this low-level plane."

"No problem." Yun Lihan replied in a low voice, his eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dark night.

Lord God, very well, the hatred between them has added another point.

"The memory of the original owner is transmitted."

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