Reborn To Be His Lover - Extra.Chapter 1

“Hey, garbage.” A black boy with a long steel pipe in his hand walked towards the child with a piece of bread.

Heipi raised his chin, waved the steel pipe in his wave, and said to the child, “bring me the things in your hand.” the child’s black eyes glared at him, squeezed the bread, and did not speak.

black skin was annoyed at once, and his steel tube hit the dirty wall against the child behind him.

“What the hell are you looking at? Are you not convinced? ” If you don’t, you’ll have to raise your head, or I’ll blow the black pulp on your head

The child thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and handed the bread to the black boy.

There is no way, black skin is two heads higher than him, but also much stronger than him. The most important thing is that black skin’s boss has people in this area.

Heipi has been a bully in the gray street of the slave area for a long time. Any slave who is younger and weaker than him will be the object of his bullying.

There is no bread in the child’s hand.

The bread was a kind-hearted slave who had a certain position in the slave farm and threw it to him. Even if he seemed to be sending a beggar, the child was already grateful.

However, this kind of good thing is doomed not to stay in the hand for too long.

The child did not know how the black skin was discovered, but he did.

Black skin took the bread and swallowed it in twos and threes. He left a defiant look at the child. He whistled and carried his weapon and walked away.

The child pouted, held his knees, leaned against the black wall, and lowered his head.

“Here you are.” A tender but steady voice came from above.

The child’s sense of smell comes before all other senses. He can smell the aroma of toast and barbecue, which is more attractive than any other flavor.

He wanted to reach out and grab the toast, but when his eyes touched the hand holding the toast with a layer of oil paper, he shrank without warning.

The child finally looked up.

Along the white and delicate hand, he saw the delicate white face all the way.

He swore that he had never seen this man in the slave area – he was so out of place, as if he had come from another world.

“Come on.” His voice was full of oppression.

The child quickly grabbed the bread, and in front of this benefactor like heaven, he devoured the bread.

Just about to swallow the last mouthful of bread, the child heard him say, “I saw you spit a lot of saliva into the bread before the man came.”

The child’s body is frozen.

When he did this, it was clear that there was no one else except his black skin. How did he see this man?

What’s more, will he tell others?

In that case, Heipi will hate him.

“Well done.” The voice said.

When the child digested the meaning of his words, there was only one figure left of the man.

Looking at his back, the child felt that he was much more beautiful and special than anyone he had ever seen before.

A few days later, when the child was picking up garbage in an alley, he heard the sound of fighting coming from the street next door. He secretly leaned down on the wall and looked down. His eyes suddenly opened wide. Surrounded by the group of people in Heipi, it was the beautiful little brother who had given him delicious food before!

“Boy, you look well dressed. Do you know where this is?” The steel pipe in black Pi’s hand was replaced by a thicker one. He glared at the indifferent little fart child in front of him fiercely, imagining in his brain how to smash his face and make him kneel down to beg for mercy.

He has always despised such people.

He is temporarily living in this place, just to prevent those inexplicably tracking his tail from finding him, but he does not want to expose himself or form a feud in this place.

But he knew it was almost impossible to be safe.

He knew that he was incompatible with the slave areas, and that those who had lived at the bottom of society for a long time were bound to hate foreigners like him, who did not look like outsiders of the same class in any way.

This black skin He stood in a casual position and said, “slave, what do you want to do?”

Black skin was pricked by this name. He immediately jumped, glared and said, “what’s your mother’s name?”

“Slaves.” “The dead here don’t seem to be liable,” he repeated

Black skin sneered and said, “you’re right. You smash him into a lump of meat mud for me.”Dozens of teenagers with metal instruments in their hands swarmed forward. The children lying on the wall were pale with fear, and almost one fell off the wall unsteadily.

No, the little brother must suffer a big loss. The people under Heipi’s hands are all the big gangsters who worked as security guards in the slave farm. The little brother looks delicate and gentle. He can’t beat even one of them, let alone so many people!

The child was about to cry. He came down from the wall and searched the garbage heap for a few times. He found a large brick and climbed up the wall again.

All kinds of nerve stimulating sounds came from the other side of the wall, which made the child’s anxious heart almost jump out of his throat.

This feeling is strange to children.

He climbed up the wall, just ready to throw the brick in his hand at which gangster, the whole person was in a daze. In the bleak autumn wind, the little brother kicked the last standing black skin out and hit the wall where the child was climbing. The whole wall seemed to be shaking.

As for the others, they had already fallen to the ground in a scattered way, and they didn’t know whether they fainted or hung up.

The brick board in the child’s hands fell and hit the black skin on his head. The moaning black skin, who was still covering his stomach, turned his white eyes and fainted completely.

Megawat looked up at the little guy.

He thought the expression on that dirty little face was really interesting.

It’s like a frightened rabbit.

Megawat waved at him.

The child turned over directly from the wall and slid down the two meter high wall.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

The child thought about it and said, “son of a bitch, garbage, little fool, siw39” mojiahua “….”

He lightly swept the black skin that had been hit bleeding face, and then went to his stomach and kicked a foot.

“It’s not a name.” Mojiahua taught the child who seemed to be a little broken down in three outlooks, and said, “name, for example, you can call me Mo, and Mo is my name.”

The child’s head was askew and his fingers were missing.

Megawat couldn’t see anyone gnawing at his paw, which was dirty and black, and had just turned over bricks from the garbage can.

“Don’t eat your hands.” He took the child’s wrist and pulled his hand out of the innermost part: “diarrhea.”

The child was stunned for a moment. He felt his brother’s hands were warm.

No one wants to touch him, and no one wants to talk to him.

Although we are all slaves, slaves and slaves are not the same. Some people are slave leaders, some are boxers in the slave field, and some people are born with parents. Even if the living conditions are not comparable to those of the great nobles, they can still eat, dress and warm – unlike themselves, they have no place to live.

Other slaves said that he was an outsider who pushed him out and bullied him, but he didn’t know where he came from.

“I don’t know.” The child shook his head, took out his dirty hand, carried it behind his body, lowered his head and said, “there is no name.”

Mojawa felt that the child’s heart ached inexplicably. Maybe it was because he was the youngest and most pitiful slave he had ever seen. Maybe it was because the child’s eyes were as bright as the stars at night.

In a word, he loves the child.

“It’s Ling. You have to have a name.” He thought about it and said.

Although it is generally only parents and elders who are qualified for naming, it is a great honor for him to give him a name. After all, he is the first successor of the Empire, which should be an indisputable fact after the death of his beloved brother.

The child looked at him eagerly and couldn’t speak.

“At this time, you should say thank you,” he said

The child whispered, “thank you, Mo.”

“You should call me brother.” He said.

The child nodded, grinned and said, “thank you, brother mo.”

He has a name. His name is Ling. He likes it very much.

Although he didn’t know what the meaning of the word was or how to write it.

But he’s just happy. He likes it.

From then on, the slave area lost a little slave with only number and nickname, and added a little fellow named Ling.

Ling’s life has been much better since she came from mojiahua.

At least every day, mojiahua will give him some food. The delicious food is the delicious food that Ling has never eaten. Mojiahua goes out early and comes back late every day. He doesn’t know what to do. Ling squats on the street he must pass by every day, watching him leave and then seeing him back.He felt that such a life could not be happier. Today, my little brother wore white clothes and black trousers. Today, my little brother changed his hairstyle and looked more handsome

Ling put all her attention on this little brother.

When his brother came back one night, he found the blood on his body.

The light gray coat was dyed by the blood halo. Ling smelled the smell, and immediately stood up, staring nervously at mojiahua.

“Mo Jia Ling asked:” the voice of the moon’s color that frightens him to hang to live

Ling immediately went over, looked at mojiahua and said, “are you hurt?”

(author’s gossips: today we start to update what happened in the slave area. From childhood to reunion, I would like to thank ren0403 for a set of gifts from bananas to apples to cucumbers, a banana from bellacong angel and a big diamond from Benyi people, momoza ~