Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

He came to the room with Luo Gao. The man was so frightened that he turned pale and ran out of the room.

Mother gasped heavily, put on her clothes again, took two steps back, but stepped on the head that had just rolled off the ground from her hands and fell.

Father was still leaning against the corner, his head bowed, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Soon, there was a rapid sound of footsteps outside the door. A man in luxurious robes pushed the door in from the door. Behind him was the man who had just escaped.

"That's him. Kill my companion." The man who ran away pointed to Luo Gao's body on the ground and said to the man in Chinese clothes.

The man in Chinese clothes looked at his father with broken arms, his mother in messy clothes, and the little Roga with blood all over his face and wild animal light in his eyes, and nodded.

"That's him, isn't it?" The man in Chinese dress pointed to Roga and asked.

"Yes, that's him." The man replied.

"Little guy, come here." The man in Chinese dress pointed to his face and said to Roga. Roga looked at the man in gorgeous clothes with some fear. He had never seen this man. In his small world, the supervisor was the most powerful person in the world, because he could control the life and death of thousands of people in a slave camp.

But he knew that the man in front of him who looked better than Jianjun must be better than Jianjun.

He was not afraid of death, or he didn't have the concept of death in his heart at that time, and he didn't know what would happen if he didn't do what the man said. But what he knows is that if he does, his parents will be more uncomfortable in the next days.

After thinking for a while, he still stood in front of the man in Chinese clothes.

The man who tried to rape his mother but failed smiled triumphantly, as if he had seen the body of little Roga.

Suddenly, the man in Chinese clothes grabbed the man's hair, pressed him down and let him kneel on the ground. Then, the man in Chinese clothes stepped on his back, so that his head could only be pressed on the ground and could not be lifted.

"Kill him."

The man in Chinese clothes took out a machete from his waist, inserted it on the ground and said to Roga.

Roga hesitated to come to the machete, but the machete was inlaid with all kinds of gemstones, which looked so gorgeous that Roga didn't even dare to touch it.

"Kill him."

The man in Chinese clothes said to Roga for the second time. Although Roga still hesitated this time, he had picked up the machete. The weight of the machete was just right, and little Roga waved it, bringing a wind.

There was a touch of horror in the eyes of the man who was trampled on the ground. Little Roga raised his machete, but still hesitated.

"Kill him."

This is the third time that a man in Chinese clothes said this to Roga. Roga's eyes suddenly turned red and the machete cut them off. The eyes of the trampled man were full of incredible words, and his head rolled aside.

"Take it for military merit." The man in Chinese clothes said to Roga. He reached out and touched Roga's head. Then he turned and left the small room. But before leaving, he smiled strangely at little Roga.

Yang Xuan's spirit could not help trembling. He dared to affirm that the smile of the man in Chinese clothes just now was not for Roga, but for him and Yang Xuan hidden in Roga's body.

Little Roga flopped on his knees and vomited.

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In the thatched room, Roga sat in the corner and looked at the machete placed in front of him.

A month has passed since the man in Chinese clothes came here, but he didn't come back and take away the fallen machete.

It was dark outside the door. Roga looked at the door and felt a little worried.

Although the man in Chinese clothes helped the Roga family that day, his father's arm was broken after all, and his combat effectiveness decreased a lot, so fewer and fewer heads were brought back during this period, and less food was exchanged.

Hunger and cold constantly erode the little boy who will shake the sky in the future, but at this time, he is just a little boy.

Just then, there was a noise outside the door. Roga heard someone shouting, "come on, come and catch the thief who stole food."

The voice was so loud that Roga recognized that it belonged to the supervisor.

The supervisor is the highest official rank in the slave camp and the person in charge of the granary.

But for these slaves, the supervisor was not a good man. Even everyone wanted to kill him one day.

Just then, the voice of the supervisor sounded again: "come on, who can catch the thief? I'll let him eat and drink in my granary for ten days."

Almost in an instant, the cries all over the sky rang. In this generation, the most important thing for slaves is food. They can't imagine that they can stand out and leave the slave camp one day.

And in the granary to eat and drink for ten days, this is something they dare not dream of.

Little Roga couldn't help walking towards the door. Although he knew that he might not be the lucky one, he was also curious about who dared to steal food from the granary.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a figure running rapidly among the crowd, and the people around him were chasing after him.

Roga's body became stiff in an instant, because the man who was running away was no one else but Roga's father.

Roga wanted to help his father stop the people chasing behind him, but he just felt that his legs were filled with lead and couldn't lift them.

Father was soon caught by the crowd, but he was still struggling. There was a big bag of food around his waist. Although he stole a lot, he didn't move it.

Of course Roga knew why, but he didn't dare to go to his father. He was afraid that he would die and his mother would die.

The supervisor took out an iron bar with a full arm thickness. Someone tied his father around and tied him to a tree.

The iron bar with whistling wind fell on his father. Only a crisp sound was heard, which was the sound of bone fracture. But the iron bar was still raised and fell, beating his father's flesh and blood.

Roga's eyes turned red. He turned back to the room and wanted to pick up the machete and kill the supervisor, but his mother didn't hold him.

They hid in the room and watched their father beat hundreds of times with an iron rod through the gap until no skin was intact.

Roga's heart was neither sad nor sad, only full of murderous spirit and extreme hatred for the supervisor.

He felt some moisture in the corners of his eyes, reached out and touched it, but found that it was not tears, but blood droplets from his eyes.