The Sixth Great Emperor of the Female Sovereign Realm

Lu Qing's heart was alarmed: Girl, why did you suddenly ask me if I wanted to go home. Girl, you have forgiven me, do you want to drive me away? I haven't paid it back yet. I'm still a black household, so it's too early to send me back, so can you send me back to outer space? Or lock up and kick the sewing machine.

Thinking of some rumors, I entered a picture in my mind:

he was arranged in front of a sewing machine during the day, with a mountain of clothes behind him.

He was already pushing very hard, but he couldn't finish it. Exhausted, he wanted to rest for a while.

"Kick me!" an electric baton stabbed him in the back. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Get up and kick, you can't eat until you can't finish kicking!" said the man behind him, and he was about to raise the electric baton again. Frightened, he grunted and crawled up.

At night, after nearly 16 hours of pedaling on the sewing machine, he was locked in an iron room, hungry and tired, he could only sit on the iron bed and gnaw on the nest head, which still had a rancid smell on it.

There was also a third-level muscular strong man in the room who looked at him with a silver face, he was very frightened, and hid in the corner of the bed tremblingly.

The three muscular men looked at him like this, and he was even more excited.

"We've got something delicious here. The strong men looked at each other and smiled.

"I don't eat it. "He knew what it was.

"That's not up to you.

Three muscular men surrounded him, making strange noises in their mouths.

"Oh yes, Falk Squid, ah~"

One

of the strong men ran over and held his hands, and one of them came over and held his legs. One of the strongest men left walked towards him.

At Xia Qing's house, Lu Qing suddenly sat on the bed and kicked his hands and feet, shouting indiscriminately in his mouth, and his face was full of tears.

Xia Qing was frightened by Lu Qing's appearance and hurriedly hugged Lu Qing.

As a result, Lu Qing struggled even more, and shouted words that she didn't understand. Xia Qing looked at him with his eyes closed, his face full of panic and fear. Aware that it is possible to ask him if he is homesick and what bad memories he recalls.

"Sister is here, don't be scared anymore......" Xia Qing hugged him and comforted him eagerly.

The young man in his arms struggled for a while and stopped, slowly opened his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Xia Qing, and then hugged Xia Qing again.

Lu Qing seemed to have inspired something, and whined and said a fluent Chinese: "Sister, they are so hateful, several people press me, take off my clothes, and take me, woo."

Lu Qing cried again: "Sister, I don't want to go home, otherwise they want to do it again." Don't drive me away, I'll make money and pay it back to you,"

Xia Qing heard him say something like this. Angry and distressed. Such a beautiful teenager was insulted by so many wicked women. No wonder he lives on the streets with amnesia and so many weapons in his bag.

"We're not going home, this will be your home from now on.

Lu Qing woke up, still palpitating, faintly felt that there was a local air leak, turned his head to look at his buttocks and breathed a sigh of relief, the nightmare was really terrible.

He wants to make a lot of money, in case he really ends up on the streets one day, and his ass is cold and swishing.

Lu Qing got up and ran to the learning machine, studied hard, and after becoming literate, he had to check the country's punishment for smuggling. It would be better if the country had an antique culture, and his bag of weapons was antique.

Xia Qing watched him study hard, and he felt sorry for what happened to him, he must be forcing himself to forget that unbearable memory.