Dandere General and his Lord

The light and dark of the fire illuminated his pale face.

There were several bandages around his neck, and he was as beautiful as ever. There was no sign of any serious poison at all.

Young Master Zhang was taken aback, "No, it's impossible, I saw with my own eyes that you were already dead!"

However, his elder brother, standing on the high platform, said nothing, just looked at him coldly, like a ghost returning from hell.

Xiao Jin stood beside him, drew out his sword, and shouted, "Catch the traitor!"

Immediately, the morale was boosted, and the sound of killing was overwhelming.

chapter 2

Mo Qiaosheng was born into a family of slaves.

His mother is a slave, and the child of a slave can only be a slave.

It is said that when his mother passed a bridge when she was pregnant with him, she suddenly felt a drop in her stomach. The mother, who had already given birth many times, just found a sheltered place beside the bridge pier and gave birth to him.

Hence his name, Mo Qiaosheng. Although it looks very casual, it is a rare good name among slaves.

Like his siblings, they are called Mo Agou, Mo Tiedan, Mo Ersan, Mo Wuliu and so on. The name Mo Ersan is still assigned to a very beautiful and lovely younger sister.

Mo Qiaosheng doesn't know who his father is. He has many siblings, all of whom belong to the same mother.

The mother is a thin and dry woman, and the harsh living environment makes her look extraordinarily old.

However, it was such a woman who brought them back the pitifully little and low-quality food when she came back late at night with all the scars and stench all over her body. And drop a kiss, a tender kiss, on each child's forehead.

This is the only one in Mo Qiaosheng's dark childhood, which comes from the tenderness of women.

With more children in the family and older mothers, the shortage of food is getting worse.

The young Mo Qiaosheng followed his eldest brother, Mo Agou, hungry every day, collecting food everywhere.

Pick wild vegetables in the mountains and forests, and fish in the rivers.

Drill around in the muddy bazaar, picking up some of the rubbish that others occasionally leave behind.

Sometimes he was so hungry that he was dizzy and couldn't move, so Mo Agou took out a small piece of the black pimple he had saved yesterday from his bosom, took out a small piece, and stuffed it into Mo Qiaosheng's mouth.

He took out a little more and stuffed it into the mouth of the younger sister Mo Ersan.

Mo Qiaosheng and Mo Ersan took the little piece of cake in their mouths and slowly soaked it with saliva to soften it. It seemed that he was no longer so hungry.

In the shanty town where they lived, there was a slave named Xiong Ji. He was strong, thick, and brute force.

He is the most powerful man in this circle, and no one dares to provoke him at will.

He is the mother's man, one of the men.

When he came to see his mother recently, he often cast his wretched eyes on Mo Qiaosheng and his younger sister Mo Ersan.

When the dead fish-like eyeballs turned to look at him, Mo Qiaosheng always felt a disgusting chill creep up from his cervical spine.

At this time, Mo Agou would always gently push him and Mo Ersan behind him, and use his tiny body to block his younger siblings.

However, no matter how they avoided it, fate could not spare these poor children, and that terrifying day had come.

Xiong Ji finally caught Mo Ersan, and the girl's sharp shouts did not cause any reaction from anyone in the camp.

Xiong Ji grabbed Mo Ersan's thin arms and dragged him into the tent. Mo Qiaosheng rushed forward, was kicked away by him, and turned a few somersaults.

Mo Agou helped him up, he looked at the tent silently for a while, and sighed softly: "You're still too young, it's better brother to go."

Mo Qiaosheng stared blankly as his brother opened the curtain of the tent and got in.

After a while, her younger sister Mo Ersan came out of the tent with her face full of snot and tears. She walked over in a daze, lowered her head and tightly grabbed the corner of Mo Qiaosheng's clothes with trembling hands.

There were some strange noises in the tent, mixed with the cries of my brother's pain.

Mo Qiaosheng vaguely knew what happened.

At a loss, he pulled his sister and ran to find his mother.

However, their mother listened to him and just sat there silently, staring at the ground without moving.

Her face that was devastated and aged by life seemed so helpless and lost.

Mo Qiaosheng began to hate for the first time,

I hate myself for being weak and powerless,

I hate the lowliness and lowliness of my origin,

Hate those men who bully the weak with bào force, those cruel and perverted men!

Xiong Ji tossed and came out of the tent in the middle of the night. He was shaking his muscles while tying his trousers. He glanced at Mo Qiaosheng who was waiting outside the tent in the dark, and walked away with a smug tune.

I don't want to, I don't want to be bullied by such a man, never ever. Xiao Moqiao swallowed his bitter tears and thought silently in his heart.

During a hunt a few days later, Xiong Ji's horse got frightened for some reason and threw him off the hillside.

When everyone found him, they found that his head and face had been smashed to shreds by someone who had stoned him, and he couldn't die any longer.

Dead people, for slaves, are a common thing. everyone melon

After distributing his horses, weapons and clothing, no one mentioned the matter.

The owner just made a mark on the register, indicating that his property had lost a tiny part.

That night, Mo Qiaosheng, who was covered in scars, came home very late.

The mother saw his clothes that were tattered by thatch and stained with blood, and did not speak. He just sighed silently, touched his face, and asked him to take off his clothes and sew for him under the lamp.

Xiao Moqiaosheng knelt down beside his mother, looked at his mother's face softened by the light, and slowly calmed down the panic of killing for the first time in his life.

He even had an illusion in his heart that he could continue this peace forever.

However as he grew up, he was soon bought by his first owner.

The host, whose surname is Wu, whose name is Xueli, has a long white face and long beard, is a teacher who runs a school and houses a few elementary school students, teaching literacy, reading, and writing essays.

Wu Xueli was usually gentle and seldom beat and scolded even slaves.

The slaves in his family, with covering clothes, seldom went hungry.

For Mo Qiaosheng, this is a kind of gracious life that he has never experienced since he was a child.

He cherished this life very much.

Every time the master ordered things, he did it with the most rigorous and serious attitude, and did not dare to be slack and lazy at all.

Sometimes when the master is teaching the students, and he waits on the side, he pricks up his ears, and carefully remembers every word and every sentence the master says.

In the dead of night, after finishing the day's work, he picked up a small branch, wrote and painted on the sand, and practiced the words he heard and saw during the day.

Gradually, Wu Xueli discovered the difference of this little slave. He is diligent, studious, and absorbs quickly.

The most important thing is that the things jiāo gave him, no matter how big or small, were all done in an orderly manner and never went wrong.

Wu Xueli transferred him to his side, and slowly let him take care of his study. Occasionally, when the mood came, he also taught him every word.

After all, having a literate slave to be a book boy is a symbol of a wealthy family, and it is also very good to take them out to meet friends.

During that time, Mo Qiaosheng was full of admiration and gratitude towards this master.

He was allowed to spend the night in the study so that he could attend to his master at all times.

So he had the opportunity to secretly read those wonderful books every night.

These books made him understand that beyond the narrow sky above his head, there is a vast world.

He was eager to learn, and what particularly attracted him was the knowledge of tactics and tactics. Although there are many places that are obscure and difficult to understand and understand because of his age, he has repeatedly figured it out and remembered it in his heart.

He didn't dare to ask the master, but once the master mentioned a little bit when he was teaching those students, he couldn't help but get excited, absorbing it like a sponge.

At a young age, he did not understand that in addition to attracting the master's attention, his excessively desperate performance also attracted the envy of countless people who lived in humbleness like him.

One day, Mo Qiaosheng was teased out of his study by someone he knew. When it was turned around, the gold and silver star ribbed purple robe inkstone, which the owner cherished the most, had already slammed onto the floor and burst open.

Wu Xueli was furious, no matter how Mo Qiaosheng explained on the ground, Wu Xueli refused to believe it.