Chapter 1280 The Families of the Descendants of the Confucius Family?2

But the little boy still didn't have the courage to say this, after all, the last person who said this was still lying in the room, and there was no way to move on his stomach.

Because I was hit too much, I couldn't move at all because of the pain.

There was a lesson from the previous child, so the little boy didn't dare to resist, so he had to say obediently: "This is your home." ”

The little boy buried his head when he spoke, and others saw the helplessness and loss in the boy's eyes, and they were a little unwilling.

How can you be willing, my brother is sick now, no matter what, now is not a good time to escape, now I beg outside every day, I can still get money, and these traffickers will give them some medicine to eat.

If she leaves now, what will happen to her brother?

I can only hold back.

It must be held back.

The little boy admonished himself.

"Oh. Hearing this unsuspenseful answer, Yang Xiaodong felt that his brain was probably a little stupid, why did he ask such a speechless question.

"And who are you, servants?" Originally, the next question was to ask where the address of this place was.

But he thought about it, and he didn't seem to know this place, so in that case, he still didn't want to ask such a boring question.

I'm still going to find my parents.

“...... Yes. The little boy endured it for a long time before he could say it. What could he do?

Yang Xiaodong is the son of the man who abducted them.

Usually, the trafficker is very precious to his son, and he has to give him the best in everything, but these children can only go out to ask for food, and if they don't get food, they will be beaten when they come back.

The little boy was afraid, so he simply obeyed.

After all, after being beaten for a long time, I know more.

After confirming that he got the news from the little boy, Yang Xiaodong swaggered out.

I thought it was a small garden, and there were flowers in it, but it was wildflowers.

It was raining outside the garden.

After thinking about it, Yang Xiaodong decided to go back to his room, there was a TV in the room, and with this TV, he could take a good look.

"Oh, son, you're awake. ”

A rough voice sounded behind Yang Xiaodong.

The voice was very loud, not at all like his father, but out of curiosity, Yang Xiaodong still turned around to look, and he didn't expect to see a big man with a particularly rough appearance, and the man with a particularly rough appearance actually smiled at himself rarely.

Yang Xiaodong was dumbfounded.

Is he the son of this man?

No, according to Secretary Bai's countless descriptions of himself, even if the whole family travels to the Confucius era, it will make him very close to his parents.

I should have recognized the wrong person, definitely.

Thinking like this, Yang Xiaodong nodded to himself in his heart, affirming that he had this idea, after all, he really didn't know this person now.

He turned around and walked back to his room.

"Oh, my son, why are you so heavy, what are you eating? ”

Yang Xiaodong was picked up by the man at once, and then Yang Xiaodong was scared, and then shouted loudly: "Who are you, let go of me, let go of me." ”

Yang Xiaodong shouted loudly, and kept fluttering in the man's arms.