Chapter 2
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Moqiao was born into a slave family.
His mother was a slave, and the slave's children could only be slaves.
It is said that his mother passed a bridge when she was pregnant with him. Suddenly, she felt like she was falling down. The mother, who had had many times of production experience, found a shelter beside the pier and gave birth to him.
So he got the name, moqiao Sheng. Although it looked casual, it was a rare name among slaves.
For example, his brothers and sisters are called Mo a dog, Mo tie Dan, Mo 23, Mo 56 and so on. Mo 23's name is still given to a very beautiful and lovely sister.
Mohashi doesn't know who his father is. He has many brothers and sisters. They all belong to the same mother.
Mother is a thin and dry woman. The hard living environment makes her look very old.
However, such a woman, when she comes back late at night every day, brings them a little bit of poor quality food with her scars and fishy smell. And a kiss on each child's forehead, a gentle kiss.
This is the only thing in moqiao's gray childhood that comes from the tenderness of women.
With more and more children in the family and older mothers, the shortage of food is becoming more and more serious.
Every day, young moqiao follows his eldest brother, moogou, to collect food.
Pick wild vegetables in the mountains and fish in the rivers.
Burrow around in the muddy market, picking up some waste that others occasionally leave behind.
Sometimes he was so hungry that he couldn't move. Mo ah Gou took out a small piece of black pimple he had saved yesterday from his arms and put it into Mo Qiao Sheng's mouth.
And dig down a little more, put into the mouth of the younger sister Mo 23.
Mo Qiao Sheng and Mo Er San, with a little bit of cake in their mouth, slowly soften it with their saliva and resist swallowing it, so that they always feel like they are eating. It seems that I'm not so hungry anymore.
In the shantytown where they lived, there was a slave named Xiong Ji. He was strong, rough and brute.
He is the most powerful man in this circle. No one dares to provoke him at will.
He's the mother's man, one of the men.
Recently, when he came to find his mother, he often focused on Mo Qiao Sheng and his sister Mo 23.
When the dead fish's eyes turned to look at him, moqiao Sheng always felt a disgusting chill climbing up from his cervical spine.
At this time, mo'a dog will gently push him and mo'er'san behind him without any trace, and block his younger brother and sister with his thin body.
However, no matter how they evaded, fate could not let these poor children go, and the terrible day came.
Xiong Ji finally catches Mo 23. The girl's shrill cry doesn't cause any reaction from anyone in the camp.
Xiong Ji grabs Mo 23's thin arm and drags it into the tent. Mo Qiao Sheng rushed forward and was kicked open by him. He turned several somersaults.
Moogou picked him up. He looked at the tent silently for a while, and sighed softly: "you are too young. You'd better go to your brother."
Mo Qiao Sheng looked at his brother blankly, lifted the curtain of the tent and went in.
After a while, Mo Er San, a tearful sister, comes out of the tent completely. She walks over, lowers her head and grabs Mo Qiao Sheng's clothes tightly with shaking hands.
Some strange noises came from the tent, mixed with the cry of my brother.
Mohashi vaguely knows what happened.
At a loss, he took his sister and ran to his mother.
However, their mother listened to him and just sat there silently, staring at the ground.
Her old face, devastated by life, seemed so helpless and lost.
For the first time, Mo Qiaosheng began to hate,
he hated his weakness and weakness,
he hated his humble and humble background,
he hated those men who wantonly bullied the weak with violence, those cruel and abnormal men!
Xiong Ji came out of the tent in the middle of the night, shaking his muscles and tying his trousers. He glanced at Mo Qiao Sheng, who was waiting outside the tent in the night, and left with a complacent humming tune.
I don't want to, don't want to be bullied by such a man, never. Small ink bridge life swallow their own bitter tears, silently in the heart.
A few days later in a hunting, Xiong Ji's horse didn't know why he was surprised and fell him down the hillside.
When we found him, we found that his head and face were smashed to pieces by someone with stones, and he was too dead to die again.
Dead people, for slaves, are a common thing. After everyone divided up his horses, weapons and clothes, no one mentioned it any more.
The owner also just scratched a pen on the register, indicating that his property is a tiny part less.That night, the bruised moqiao student came home very late.
His mother did not speak when she saw his ragged, bloodstained clothes cut by the grass. Just a silent sigh, touched his face, let him take off his clothes, in the light for him to mend.
Xiaomo Qiao Sheng knelt down beside his mother, looking at her mother's face softened by the light, and slowly recovered the panic of killing people for the first time in her life.
He even had the illusion that the peace could last forever.
However, as he grew up, he was soon bought by his first owner.
The master, surnamed Wu, Xueli, has a white face and a long beard. He is a teacher. He runs a school and collects several primary school students to teach literacy, reading and writing.
Wu Xueli was a gentle man on weekdays. He seldom beat or scolded slaves.
The slaves of his family were clothed and seldom starved.
For Mo Qiao Sheng, this is a wonderful life that he has never experienced since he was a child.
He cherishes this kind of life very much.
Every time the master orders things down, small he uses the most rigorous and serious attitude to complete, dare not have a little slack and lazy.
Sometimes, when the master gives a lesson to the students, when he is waiting on them, he raises his ears and keeps in mind every word and sentence that the master says.
In the dead of night, after a busy day's work, he picked up a small branch, wrote and drew on the sand, and practiced the words he heard and saw in the daytime.
Gradually, Wu Xueli found that this little slave was different. He is diligent, studious and quick to absorb.
The most important thing is that everything given to him, big or small, is well done and never goes wrong.
Wu Xueli transferred him to his side and asked him to take care of his study. Occasionally, he was interested and taught him half a word.
After all, a rich boy can read, and he will be a good friend.
During that time, Mo Qiao Sheng was full of admiration and gratitude for the host.
He was allowed to sleep in his study so that he could serve his master at any time.
So he had a chance to sneak through those wonderful books night and night.
These books let him know that there is a vast world outside the narrow sky above him.
He was eager to learn, especially those knowledge of military tactics that attracted him. Although there are many obscure places, which are hard to understand at his age, he pondered them over and over again and kept them in mind.
He didn't dare to ask the master, but once the master mentioned a little bit when he was teaching to the students, he couldn't help but get excited and absorbed it like a sponge.
As a young man, he didn't understand that his excessive desperate performance not only attracted the attention of the host, but also attracted the envy of countless people who lived in humble life like him.
One day, moqiao was cheated out of his study by a familiar man. When he turned around, the master's favorite side of gold and Silver Star rib purple robe Duan inkstone, had fallen on the floor and burst a hole.
Wu Xueli is furious, no matter how Mo Qiao Sheng crawls on the ground to explain, Wu Xueli refuses to believe it.
The slaves who stood around looked coldly at him kneeling on the ground. No one came out to distinguish or testify for him.
Wu Xueli took off his trousers and beat him in public. Sell him to the most dirty and humble Chu Huai house as a slave.
Fortunately, moqiao Sheng's facial features are too three-dimensional, and his skeleton is too broad. He doesn't have the feminine and beautiful sense of youth that noble people like to play with nowadays. Therefore, under his strong resistance, he was not immediately sent to receive guests, but was assigned to serve a popular waiter.
His name is lvxiu. He is a beautiful young man with snow Satin skin.
He always likes to wear a turquoise robe, painted askew in the guests, Jiao Di Di's little courteous to the noble people.
However, as soon as the guests left, he often became very angry and scolded moqiao.
As long as he is not allowed to serve those disgusting and abnormal guests, Mo Qiao Sheng feels that he can tolerate the days when he has to fight or scold.
But it didn't last for a few days.
This time, a well-dressed guest left contentedly, but green sleeves didn't come out for a long time.
Moqiao Sheng took water in and saw a scene that he would never forget.
Green sleeve that snow-white skin covered with a variety of terrible scars, has long lost the signs of life.
His favorite Turquoise robe was in a state of disrepair, and the original color could be seen by the blood.
On the floor lay a ingot of gold, which was the price of the boy's life.
The owner of chuhuai hall happily picks up the gold, waves his hand and orders moqiao to clean the room.
Mo Qiao Sheng is vomiting, while lying on the ground, it seems that too much never wash clean blood a little bit of wipe.Chuhuai house keeps a team of professional thugs, who are responsible for handling any violent incidents in the house.
The leader, Dong Sandao, recently found a slave who was going to be a waiter sooner or later. He was always pestering him.
The young slave was cruel to others and himself.
Dong Sandao liked his strength and accepted him.
Of course, Dong Sandao is not a benevolent man with a compassionate heart. In such a difficult environment, who can have the spare kindness to give to a slave child.
He polished mohaosheng like a weapon.
This bony boy, clenched his teeth like a wolf, grew up slowly in those daunting terror training and became a sharp knife.
Hou Huayu of Northern Wei came to chuhuai hall to play, and met Mo Qiao Sheng by accident. So he took out two ingots of silver, put the blade into the army, and became a warrior under his command.
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Moqiao was born into a slave family.
His mother was a slave, and the slave's children could only be slaves.
It is said that his mother passed a bridge when she was pregnant with him. Suddenly, she felt like she was falling down. The mother, who had had many times of production experience, found a shelter beside the pier and gave birth to him.
So he got the name, moqiao Sheng. Although it looked casual, it was a rare name among slaves.
For example, his brothers and sisters are called Mo a dog, Mo tie Dan, Mo 23, Mo 56 and so on. Mo 23's name is still given to a very beautiful and lovely sister.
Mohashi doesn't know who his father is. He has many brothers and sisters. They all belong to the same mother.
Mother is a thin and dry woman. The hard living environment makes her look very old.
However, such a woman, when she comes back late at night every day, brings them a little bit of poor quality food with her scars and fishy smell. And a kiss on each child's forehead, a gentle kiss.
This is the only thing in moqiao's gray childhood that comes from the tenderness of women.
With more and more children in the family and older mothers, the shortage of food is becoming more and more serious.
Every day, young moqiao follows his eldest brother, moogou, to collect food.
Pick wild vegetables in the mountains and fish in the rivers.
Burrow around in the muddy market, picking up some waste that others occasionally leave behind.
Sometimes he was so hungry that he couldn't move. Mo ah Gou took out a small piece of black pimple he had saved yesterday from his arms and put it into Mo Qiao Sheng's mouth.
And dig down a little more, put into the mouth of the younger sister Mo 23.
Mo Qiao Sheng and Mo Er San, with a little bit of cake in their mouth, slowly soften it with their saliva and resist swallowing it, so that they always feel like they are eating. It seems that I'm not so hungry anymore.
In the shantytown where they lived, there was a slave named Xiong Ji. He was strong, rough and brute.
He is the most powerful man in this circle. No one dares to provoke him at will.
He's the mother's man, one of the men.
Recently, when he came to find his mother, he often focused on Mo Qiao Sheng and his sister Mo 23.
When the dead fish's eyes turned to look at him, moqiao Sheng always felt a disgusting chill climbing up from his cervical spine.
At this time, mo'a dog will gently push him and mo'er'san behind him without any trace, and block his younger brother and sister with his thin body.
However, no matter how they evaded, fate could not let these poor children go, and the terrible day came.
Xiong Ji finally catches Mo 23. The girl's shrill cry doesn't cause any reaction from anyone in the camp.
Xiong Ji grabs Mo 23's thin arm and drags it into the tent. Mo Qiao Sheng rushed forward and was kicked open by him. He turned several somersaults.
Moogou picked him up. He looked at the tent silently for a while, and sighed softly: "you are too young. You'd better go to your brother."
Mo Qiao Sheng looked at his brother blankly, lifted the curtain of the tent and went in.
After a while, Mo Er San, a tearful sister, comes out of the tent completely. She walks over, lowers her head and grabs Mo Qiao Sheng's clothes tightly with shaking hands.
Some strange noises came from the tent, mixed with the cry of my brother.
Mohashi vaguely knows what happened.
At a loss, he took his sister and ran to his mother.
However, their mother listened to him and just sat there silently, staring at the ground.
Her old face, devastated by life, seemed so helpless and lost.
For the first time, Mo Qiaosheng began to hate,
he hated his weakness and weakness,
he hated his humble and humble background,
he hated those men who wantonly bullied the weak with violence, those cruel and abnormal men!
Xiong Ji came out of the tent in the middle of the night, shaking his muscles and tying his trousers. He glanced at Mo Qiao Sheng, who was waiting outside the tent in the night, and left with a complacent humming tune.
I don't want to, don't want to be bullied by such a man, never. Small ink bridge life swallow their own bitter tears, silently in the heart.
A few days later in a hunting, Xiong Ji's horse didn't know why he was surprised and fell him down the hillside.
When we found him, we found that his head and face were smashed to pieces by someone with stones, and he was too dead to die again.
Dead people, for slaves, are a common thing. After everyone divided up his horses, weapons and clothes, no one mentioned it any more.
The owner also just scratched a pen on the register, indicating that his property is a tiny part less.That night, the bruised moqiao student came home very late.
His mother did not speak when she saw his ragged, bloodstained clothes cut by the grass. Just a silent sigh, touched his face, let him take off his clothes, in the light for him to mend.
Xiaomo Qiao Sheng knelt down beside his mother, looking at her mother's face softened by the light, and slowly recovered the panic of killing people for the first time in her life.
He even had the illusion that the peace could last forever.
However, as he grew up, he was soon bought by his first owner.
The master, surnamed Wu, Xueli, has a white face and a long beard. He is a teacher. He runs a school and collects several primary school students to teach literacy, reading and writing.
Wu Xueli was a gentle man on weekdays. He seldom beat or scolded slaves.
The slaves of his family were clothed and seldom starved.
For Mo Qiao Sheng, this is a wonderful life that he has never experienced since he was a child.
He cherishes this kind of life very much.
Every time the master orders things down, small he uses the most rigorous and serious attitude to complete, dare not have a little slack and lazy.
Sometimes, when the master gives a lesson to the students, when he is waiting on them, he raises his ears and keeps in mind every word and sentence that the master says.
In the dead of night, after a busy day's work, he picked up a small branch, wrote and drew on the sand, and practiced the words he heard and saw in the daytime.
Gradually, Wu Xueli found that this little slave was different. He is diligent, studious and quick to absorb.
The most important thing is that everything given to him, big or small, is well done and never goes wrong.
Wu Xueli transferred him to his side and asked him to take care of his study. Occasionally, he was interested and taught him half a word.
After all, a rich boy can read, and he will be a good friend.
During that time, Mo Qiao Sheng was full of admiration and gratitude for the host.
He was allowed to sleep in his study so that he could serve his master at any time.
So he had a chance to sneak through those wonderful books night and night.
These books let him know that there is a vast world outside the narrow sky above him.
He was eager to learn, especially those knowledge of military tactics that attracted him. Although there are many obscure places, which are hard to understand at his age, he pondered them over and over again and kept them in mind.
He didn't dare to ask the master, but once the master mentioned a little bit when he was teaching to the students, he couldn't help but get excited and absorbed it like a sponge.
As a young man, he didn't understand that his excessive desperate performance not only attracted the attention of the host, but also attracted the envy of countless people who lived in humble life like him.
One day, moqiao was cheated out of his study by a familiar man. When he turned around, the master's favorite side of gold and Silver Star rib purple robe Duan inkstone, had fallen on the floor and burst a hole.
Wu Xueli is furious, no matter how Mo Qiao Sheng crawls on the ground to explain, Wu Xueli refuses to believe it.
The slaves who stood around looked coldly at him kneeling on the ground. No one came out to distinguish or testify for him.
Wu Xueli took off his trousers and beat him in public. Sell him to the most dirty and humble Chu Huai house as a slave.
Fortunately, moqiao Sheng's facial features are too three-dimensional, and his skeleton is too broad. He doesn't have the feminine and beautiful sense of youth that noble people like to play with nowadays. Therefore, under his strong resistance, he was not immediately sent to receive guests, but was assigned to serve a popular waiter.
His name is lvxiu. He is a beautiful young man with snow Satin skin.
He always likes to wear a turquoise robe, painted askew in the guests, Jiao Di Di's little courteous to the noble people.
However, as soon as the guests left, he often became very angry and scolded moqiao.
As long as he is not allowed to serve those disgusting and abnormal guests, Mo Qiao Sheng feels that he can tolerate the days when he has to fight or scold.
But it didn't last for a few days.
This time, a well-dressed guest left contentedly, but green sleeves didn't come out for a long time.
Moqiao Sheng took water in and saw a scene that he would never forget.
Green sleeve that snow-white skin covered with a variety of terrible scars, has long lost the signs of life.
His favorite Turquoise robe was in a state of disrepair, and the original color could be seen by the blood.
On the floor lay a ingot of gold, which was the price of the boy's life.
The owner of chuhuai hall happily picks up the gold, waves his hand and orders moqiao to clean the room.
Mo Qiao Sheng is vomiting, while lying on the ground, it seems that too much never wash clean blood a little bit of wipe.Chuhuai house keeps a team of professional thugs, who are responsible for handling any violent incidents in the house.
The leader, Dong Sandao, recently found a slave who was going to be a waiter sooner or later. He was always pestering him.
The young slave was cruel to others and himself.
Dong Sandao liked his strength and accepted him.
Of course, Dong Sandao is not a benevolent man with a compassionate heart. In such a difficult environment, who can have the spare kindness to give to a slave child.
He polished mohaosheng like a weapon.
This bony boy, clenched his teeth like a wolf, grew up slowly in those daunting terror training and became a sharp knife.
Hou Huayu of Northern Wei came to chuhuai hall to play, and met Mo Qiao Sheng by accident. So he took out two ingots of silver, put the blade into the army, and became a warrior under his command.
Moqiao was born into a slave family. His mother was a slave, and the slave's children could only be slaves. It is said that his mother passed a bridge when she was pregnant with him. Suddenly, she felt like she was falling down. The mother, who had had many times of production experience, found a shelter beside the pier and gave birth to him. So he got the name, moqiao Sheng. Although it looked casual, it was a rare name among slaves. For example, his brothers and sisters are called Mo a dog, Mo tie Dan, Mo 23, Mo 56 and so on. Mo 23's name is still given to a very beautiful and lovely sister. Mohashi doesn't know who his father is. He has many brothers and sisters. They all belong to the same mother. Mother is a thin and dry woman. The hard living environment makes her look very old. However, such a woman, when she comes back late at night every day, brings them a little bit of poor quality food with her scars and fishy smell. And a kiss on each child's forehead, a gentle kiss. This is the only thing in moqiao's gray childhood that comes from the tenderness of women. With more and more children in the family and older mothers, the shortage of food is becoming more and more serious. Every day, young moqiao follows his eldest brother, moogou, to collect food. Pick wild vegetables in the mountains and fish in the rivers. Burrow around in the muddy market, picking up some waste that others occasionally leave behind. Sometimes he was so hungry that he couldn't move. Mo ah Gou took out a small piece of black pimple he had saved yesterday from his arms and put it into Mo Qiao Sheng's mouth. And dig down a little more, put into the mouth of the younger sister Mo 23. Mo Qiao Sheng and Mo Er San, with a little bit of cake in their mouth, slowly soften it with their saliva and resist swallowing it, so that they always feel like they are eating. It seems that I'm not so hungry anymore. In the shantytown where they lived, there was a slave named Xiong Ji. He was strong, rough and brute. He is the most powerful man in this circle. No one dares to provoke him at will. He's the mother's man, one of the men. Recently, when he came to find his mother, he often focused on Mo Qiao Sheng and his sister Mo 23. When the dead fish's eyes turned to look at him, moqiao Sheng always felt a disgusting chill climbing up from his cervical spine. At this time, mo'a dog will gently push him and mo'er'san behind him without any trace, and block his younger brother and sister with his thin body. However, no matter how they evaded, fate could not let these poor children go, and the terrible day came. Xiong Ji finally catches Mo 23. The girl's shrill cry doesn't cause any reaction from anyone in the camp. Xiong Ji grabs Mo 23's thin arm and drags it into the tent. Mo Qiao Sheng rushed forward and was kicked open by him. He turned several somersaults. Moogou picked him up. He looked at the tent silently for a while, and sighed softly: "you are too young. You'd better go to your brother." Mo Qiao Sheng looked at his brother blankly, lifted the curtain of the tent and went in. After a while, Mo Er San, a tearful sister, comes out of the tent completely. She walks over, lowers her head and grabs Mo Qiao Sheng's clothes tightly with shaking hands. Some strange noises came from the tent, mixed with the cry of my brother. Mohashi vaguely knows what happened. At a loss, he took his sister and ran to his mother. However, their mother listened to him and just sat there silently, staring at the ground. Her old face, devastated by life, seemed so helpless and lost. For the first time, Mo Qiaosheng began to hate, he hated his weakness and weakness, he hated his humble and humble background, he hated those men who wantonly bullied the weak with violence, those cruel and abnormal men! Xiong Ji came out of the tent in the middle of the night, shaking his muscles and tying his trousers. He glanced at Mo Qiao Sheng, who was waiting outside the tent in the night, and left with a complacent humming tune. I don't want to, don't want to be bullied by such a man, never. Small ink bridge life swallow their own bitter tears, silently in the heart. A few days later in a hunting, Xiong Ji's horse didn't know why he was surprised and fell him down the hillside. When we found him, we found that his head and face were smashed to pieces by someone with stones, and he was too dead to die again. Dead people, for slaves, are a common thing. After everyone divided up his horses, weapons and clothes, no one mentioned it any more. The owner also just scratched a pen on the register, indicating that his property is a tiny part less.That night, the bruised moqiao student came home very late. His mother did not speak when she saw his ragged, bloodstained clothes cut by the grass. Just a silent sigh, touched his face, let him take off his clothes, in the light for him to mend. Xiaomo Qiao Sheng knelt down beside his mother, looking at her mother's face softened by the light, and slowly recovered the panic of killing people for the first time in her life. He even had the illusion that the peace could last forever. However, as he grew up, he was soon bought by his first owner. The master, surnamed Wu, Xueli, has a white face and a long beard. He is a teacher. He runs a school and collects several primary school students to teach literacy, reading and writing. Wu Xueli was a gentle man on weekdays. He seldom beat or scolded slaves. The slaves of his family were clothed and seldom starved. For Mo Qiao Sheng, this is a wonderful life that he has never experienced since he was a child. He cherishes this kind of life very much. Every time the master orders things down, small he uses the most rigorous and serious attitude to complete, dare not have a little slack and lazy. Sometimes, when the master gives a lesson to the students, when he is waiting on them, he raises his ears and keeps in mind every word and sentence that the master says. In the dead of night, after a busy day's work, he picked up a small branch, wrote and drew on the sand, and practiced the words he heard and saw in the daytime. Gradually, Wu Xueli found that this little slave was different. He is diligent, studious and quick to absorb. The most important thing is that everything given to him, big or small, is well done and never goes wrong. Wu Xueli transferred him to his side and asked him to take care of his study. Occasionally, he was interested and taught him half a word. After all, a rich boy can read, and he will be a good friend. During that time, Mo Qiao Sheng was full of admiration and gratitude for the host. He was allowed to sleep in his study so that he could serve his master at any time. So he had a chance to sneak through those wonderful books night and night. These books let him know that there is a vast world outside the narrow sky above him. He was eager to learn, especially those knowledge of military tactics that attracted him. Although there are many obscure places, which are hard to understand at his age, he pondered them over and over again and kept them in mind. He didn't dare to ask the master, but once the master mentioned a little bit when he was teaching to the students, he couldn't help but get excited and absorbed it like a sponge. As a young man, he didn't understand that his excessive desperate performance not only attracted the attention of the host, but also attracted the envy of countless people who lived in humble life like him. One day, moqiao was cheated out of his study by a familiar man. When he turned around, the master's favorite side of gold and Silver Star rib purple robe Duan inkstone, had fallen on the floor and burst a hole. Wu Xueli is furious, no matter how Mo Qiao Sheng crawls on the ground to explain, Wu Xueli refuses to believe it. The slaves who stood around looked coldly at him kneeling on the ground. No one came out to distinguish or testify for him. Wu Xueli took off his trousers and beat him in public. Sell him to the most dirty and humble Chu Huai house as a slave. Fortunately, moqiao Sheng's facial features are too three-dimensional, and his skeleton is too broad. He doesn't have the feminine and beautiful sense of youth that noble people like to play with nowadays. Therefore, under his strong resistance, he was not immediately sent to receive guests, but was assigned to serve a popular waiter. His name is lvxiu. He is a beautiful young man with snow Satin skin. He always likes to wear a turquoise robe, painted askew in the guests, Jiao Di Di's little courteous to the noble people. However, as soon as the guests left, he often became very angry and scolded moqiao. As long as he is not allowed to serve those disgusting and abnormal guests, Mo Qiao Sheng feels that he can tolerate the days when he has to fight or scold. But it didn't last for a few days. This time, a well-dressed guest left contentedly, but green sleeves didn't come out for a long time. Moqiao Sheng took water in and saw a scene that he would never forget. Green sleeve that snow-white skin covered with a variety of terrible scars, has long lost the signs of life. His favorite Turquoise robe was in a state of disrepair, and the original color could be seen by the blood. On the floor lay a ingot of gold, which was the price of the boy's life. The owner of chuhuai hall happily picks up the gold, waves his hand and orders moqiao to clean the room. Mo Qiao Sheng is vomiting, while lying on the ground, it seems that too much never wash clean blood a little bit of wipe.Chuhuai house keeps a team of professional thugs, who are responsible for handling any violent incidents in the house. The leader, Dong Sandao, recently found a slave who was going to be a waiter sooner or later. He was always pestering him. The young slave was cruel to others and himself. Dong Sandao liked his strength and accepted him. Of course, Dong Sandao is not a benevolent man with a compassionate heart. In such a difficult environment, who can have the spare kindness to give to a slave child. He polished mohaosheng like a weapon. This bony boy, clenched his teeth like a wolf, grew up slowly in those daunting terror training and became a sharp knife. Hou Huayu of Northern Wei came to chuhuai hall to play, and met Mo Qiao Sheng by accident. So he took out two ingots of silver, put the blade into the army, and became a warrior under his command.
