Reborn To Be His Lover - Extra.Chapter 3

Obviously, this little boy, who was not very rebellious and refused to accept the good intentions of him, made him a little unhappy.

It’s more interesting for people to fight side by side with people who have similar experiences and equal status with themselves. Mohamed couldn’t help thinking about it.

Although mulans is not very reliable in many cases, he is still very reliable in how to become a monarch, how to have powerful generals and subordinates.

Mojawa recalled the way that Morans had given him to be king, and felt a little homesick.

Of course, homesickness is also missing the Crystal Palace. I miss the fairy days when clothes come and eat. I miss the clean space without cockroaches and bedbugs. I miss his friends and dear uncle Huang.

He didn’t miss merrance, a bad father who only liked another child!

Mojawa thought about the child again, feeling much more peaceful.

Since he does not want to accept his good intentions, and his servility is too deep-rooted to change, he does not have to rush to use his cold face to stick others’ cold buttocks.

After that day, he almost never saw the little boy again.

At the beginning, he felt a little frustrated and wanted to get angry, but soon his life was filled with other things.

He boxed in the slave farm, and his gimmick was – look at how a little hairy under ten years old was beating the hell out of those already well-known fighters in the slave farm.

Every time he plays, he has to wear a mask, which makes everyone can’t see his background and face.

Mojawa has a great talent in fighting, and even his spiritual field was developed very early, so that the twin brother is not his opponent at all, and even has no room to struggle.

Mojiahua felt the excitement and freshness of facing the bloody face in the ring.

His body is flexible like a cat demon, and his hands are as fierce as a snake. Although his strength is not as strong as those professional fighters, he is better than his skills.

You know, compared with the fighters who climb out by touching, rolling and climbing, when he can walk, he can touch the mecha and learn the best fighting skills in the world.

Mohamed rarely meets his opponent. Of course, that doesn’t mean he won’t get hurt. However, these minor injuries are not worth mentioning in Mohamed’s view.

Two months later, the slave area ushered in the winter that everyone disliked most.

Winter means cold. At this time, some people will die in this season.

Ling dragged her heavy body and ran out of a big room.

Although he is a little slave with little memory and a beggar, he just knows that he can’t let others take off his clothes.

The guy above the black skin has been harassing him for a long time. Since he was caught here some time ago, he has been staring at him with the eyes that he would like to swallow.

Ling was afraid, but he didn’t know how to resist and how to refuse.

Fortunately, the guy thought that he was too dirty and full of skin and bones. He didn’t do anything more than that. However, according to his meaning, he was going to take his food for nothing, wash it up and cook it in the pot – Oh, my God, it’s inhuman and terrible!

Ling think about all feel shivering all over the body, wish to sleep in the past can not wake up.

Ling ran barefoot in the snow. He was scared, dizzy, weak and nervous. He found the chance to escape after observing for a long time. If he was caught again, he would not be able to escape again. I

Ling’s body was running fast in the alley. He was a bit in a hurry and didn’t know how to run Wherever he went, he couldn’t see people. He could only see piles of rotten rubbish.

Ling fell to the ground and buried his head in the cold snow.

He didn’t have the strength to get up, and he couldn’t help thinking in despair that he was about to die.

However, Ling is a little happy. It’s better to die like this than to be cooked and eaten by the big man. He doesn’t understand why that guy likes to eat people, but he has also heard some rumors that the wrestler in the slave farm has killed many little slaves about his age.

It’s just I miss that little brother a little.

Ling always thinks that it is a kind of blasphemy for him to think about that little brother more than once. People like him are not qualified to think about adults like angels.

But since he’s dying, it doesn’t matter to think about it.

Ling describes his little brother’s face in his mind, from eyebrows to eyes to mouth. He thinks his little brother is very good-looking. Occasionally, his clavicle is also very good-looking. When fighting, he is handsome and fat.

Unlike him, he probably only has bones and no meat, and he doesn’t even have food to eat.Ling’s consciousness gradually blurred.

A stray dog came here to pick up garbage to eat. When he saw Ling, he recognized that this was the little fart child who had fed him before, so he came to Ling and sniffed, then arched him.

The child is dying, thought the dog.

The dog nests next to Ling and licks his cheek from time to time.

“Have you heard of a tramp running away from Jack?” In the background of the fighting field, a fighter who just came down from the field and played well said excitedly in a tone full of gossip.

“I haven’t heard. What’s the matter?” Asked another fighter.

Jack and they are not in the same name as the enemy, so they pick up his affairs, but these fighters do not leave a trace of affection.

“Some time ago, he got a little slave who was not covered by any one. As a result, he thought that he was dirty and skinny, so he planned to keep it temporarily and eat him later. However, the boy ran away while Jack was fighting. Jack was going to be angry and killed several doorkeepers of his family one day.”

What a shame? Which little slave have I met? ”

“You must have seen it.” The man said, “even the boy who often picks up the garbage in the ash step is full of rubbish. I don’t know what kind of bad taste jack is. Such a dirty boy can also see it.”

Brush all of a sudden, has never been to join the conversation of mojiahua stood up, he threw the towel in his hand on the chair, came to the guy in front of the disclosure, said: “you said that child, now where?”

The man was a little surprised and said: “boy, even if you have that interest, you don’t have that capital, do you? After all, you don’t have your hair all grown up now. ”

“Ha ha ha ha ha.” Megawat looked at him without expression.

“Don’t be so fierce. At least we are comrades in arms.” The man laughed and said, “Oh, I seem to have heard that when you first came, you gave food to a vagrant. Isn’t that the boy?”

Where is he

“Well, since you care so much – he’s in the garbage terminal. It’s said that someone has seen him, but he’s dying and he’s seriously ill. In fact, Jack’s people have already found him, but no one wants to touch a guy who doesn’t know what’s wrong with him.” The man showed some sympathy and said, “that little slave is so poor that he doesn’t even have a friend or family.”

He was in a terrible mood.

He turned and walked outside the slave farm.

Someone called him behind his back and said that his game was about to start, but he didn’t care.

He thought only that the child was dying.

He also thought about when he would see the child, feed him some food, add more clothes, or take him home for a winter’s rest.

Who made him a tender and kind little prince!

Who knows, the kid didn’t show up for such a long time because he was captured by the bad guys.

Eat? The royal family and nobles were much more open to such matters than slaves. Rao was less than ten years old and knew what the so-called “eating” meant.

He didn’t know anyone who had such a habit, but he always hated such a person.

Go straight to the garbage station.

Before he got to the place, he could smell a bad smell. Fortunately, it was winter, so that the garbage would not rot too quickly, and there were few flies and mosquitoes. In summer, it would be unthinkable to him.

He has never been to the garbage station, and this is his first time.

He looked in the garbage station for a period of time before he saw the child who had been moved to a small shed by someone.

The child’s face can’t be seen, but his lips are blue purple, and his whole body is shivering, but he is in a daze.

His sense of smell seemed to have failed.

He came up, squatted on the ground and touched the child’s head.

It’s terrible.

“Hello, little boy.” Mojiahua shook Ling’s body.

Ling did not move.

“Wake up. You can’t sleep in this place.” Mojiahua picked up the baby. He felt that the baby in his arms was much lighter than when he held him last time.

All kinds of taste came to him.

He felt that he was holding a hot and cold stove, and the child was lying on his shoulder like a dead doll.

Mojawah ran quickly towards home.

Near the door, the child woke up.

His drooping hand was a little weak, and he felt as if he was dreaming.

“Brother mo.” Ling said feebly.Mojiahua almost fell to the ground. He quickly stopped his steps, slowed down, and looked at him like a koala kid.

“Hold on for a while, and I’ll take you home.”

“Go home?” Ling burned some confused, his brain a little slow, “no, I’m going to die.”

“Who’s talking nonsense?” He hugged the child and said, “I will cure you. You can’t die with me.”

Ling shook his head and said, “I must be dying to see you.”

There was an impulse to sigh.

He always felt that this child made him feel sad, he was really too poor, only so light a throw.

Author’s gossip:!