Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1937 Tribulation (11)

His eyelashes trembled, and he watched quietly for a while.

Then, shook his head.

His throat was dry and his voice was very soft.

"never seen it."

The guard took the portrait.

"Your Majesty has an order, regardless of whether you have seen it or not, the whole house will be searched."

"Kid, please get out of the way."

He speaks politely, but his actions are very rude.

Just push him away, and a group of guards rushed in.

In a fierce manner, the tattered door was kicked open.

With a bang, it fell to the ground and was completely scrapped.

And the young boy who was still very weak was pushed to the ground in one fell swoop.

Seeing a group of people rushing in, he sat there, his dark eyeballs moved.

Lowering his eyelashes, he clenched his fist silently.

Patient in silence.

The guards entered the straw hut.

Inside, the walls are bare.

There was nothing but a wooden bed and a table with a broken corner.

The few remaining pieces of clothing were placed beside the bed, and they were covered with patches.

Looking at it at a glance, it went straight to the end.

Can't hide people at all.

The guards walked around symbolically, and then went to the small kitchen.

As soon as you enter, there is a fragrant smell of meat porridge.

The firewood was still burning under the stove, the porridge spoon was still on the pot, and the heat was faintly coming out from under the lid.

Very fragrant, with a fresh meat aroma.

The guards had been busy all morning, and they were already empty stomachs.

This smell, no surprise, hungry.

Stomach started growling.

They looked at each other.

They all got the same meaning from each other's eyes.

"Child, are you alone at home?"

A guard stood at the door of the small kitchen, stretched out his neck, and asked.

The little boy who was still sitting at the gate and was slowly standing up didn't make a sound.

With his head down, as if he didn't hear it, he looked like a fool.

I don't have a fool my parents want.

Thin body, loose patched clothes on him, baggy.

Weak and powerless, like a little mouse.

You can completely ignore it.

The guards winked at each other.

"Since that's the case, my brothers are hungry, so I'll borrow some porridge from your family."

"You don't mind?"

In fact, it is useless to have opinions.

It's just a little brat, if you don't obey me, just give him another spanking.

Anyway, his life is so tough, he didn't die after being beaten so hard yesterday.

"..." The young boy leaned on the tattered threshold, lowered his head, and slightly pursed his dry lips.

Quiet and silent.

Born without parents, he has always been like this, being bullied.

Like kicking a football, bullying comes and goes, as if it never ends.

He seems to be used to it.

He tightly grasped the tattered threshold, and the small wooden thorn pierced into the flesh of his hand, and there was a tingling sensation.

He still grasped quietly as if he didn't feel it.

Slowly, he returned to his small broken room and sat on the ground.

I buried my head and listened to the unceremonious sound of the guards outside rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

They seem to be looking for a bowl.

The thin and small boy hugged himself and shrank there.

He remained motionless, with spikes sticking out of his fingers, and tiny blood oozing out.

Not yet conscious.

At the moment, the room is very deserted.

It was empty and the walls were dilapidated.

The wall skin made of adobe has already fallen off one piece after another, leaking the wind, and a cold wind blows in.

The boy who shrank on the ground buried his head.

suddenly—

Felt something furry touch him.

(End of this chapter)