It was noon, and the sun was blazing.

A young man named Xia Li was carrying bags and bags of heavy grain, and the blazing sun made him sweat profusely, soaking through his single clothes.

There were still several cartloads of grain around him, and he needed to pack them all up and carry them into the granary in front of him.

At this time, the dozens of cloth bags densely placed in the granary were the result of his hard work for half a morning.

"Hoo ——!"

Xia Li exhaled a breath, and a bag of grain larger than his entire person was carried on his shoulder, not knowing how his thin little body burst out with such strong strength.

"Wow-"

He threw the bag into the barn, and he had to stop to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Even though he was a minor monk of the Triple Heaven of the Quenching Bone Realm, such heavy physical labor still made him physically and mentally exhausted.

He slapped his cheek as if to cheer himself up, after all, if he didn't finish his work, he would probably be hungry again today.

He was an orphan born in a neighboring township.

No one knew who his parents were, only that he was wrapped in two rags and hurriedly dumped on the beggar's street in the town.

I don't know what kind intentions the beggars had that day, so they didn't cook this piece of white and tender fresh meat in the pot and eat it. Xia Li only knew that since he could remember, his life had been spent on the streets, begging for food, and being abducted.

And as he grew up, the beggars who took care of him gradually left, dying of old age, starving to death, and some were simply beaten to death by mobs who looked down on beggars.

At that time, he was still young, but he had already tasted the warmth and coldness of life.

It wasn't until he met the master later and took him under his door that Xia Li barely had a place to belong.

But now, his master is nowhere to be found, leaving him alone in this Hualan Sect, where the weak eat the strong, suffering humiliation and torture.

Just like now, as an official disciple of the largest local sect, he still has to rely on hard work to earn his own food at this time.

"Hey-huh. ”

Another bag of grain was carried on his shoulder, crushing his small body, and he walked forward cautiously step by step, for fear of spilling the precious grain in his hand.

"Eh, you're a coolie again!"

Suddenly, a foot kicked Xia Li's back, how could he control his body with the weight on his shoulders at this time?

"Ouch! Waste is waste! I can't even carry this bit of rice!" The disgusting voice sounded again, and I saw a well-dressed young man, holding a folding fan, gently fanning in this hot summer, and beside him, there were also a group of teenagers and girls who followed the class, all of them were eleven or twelve years old, the same age as Xia Li.

Xia Li, who was kicked to the ground, slowly propped himself up, patted the dirt on his body, and began to collect the food scattered on the ground, ignoring the boy who was still arrogant beside him.

He knew that the more he resisted, the more excessive the other party's bullying would be, and his silence at the moment would make the other party feel bored and give up the idea of doing it to him again.

This is the philosophy of survival that he mixed up on the beggar's street, and it has also been practiced a lot in the past two years in the Hua Lan Sect.

But things didn't go as smoothly as he thought today.

"Bugs!Why don't you speak!?Why don't you salute Master Ben!?"

This high-spirited young man didn't know if he was in a bad mood or something today, and obviously didn't plan to let go of the poor worm who was half-kneeling on the ground to pick up rice, and he shouted with a milky voice and questioned Xia Li.

"I'm sorry, Hua Shao-"

"Poof——!

Xia Li just raised his hand and gave a salute, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly kicked a foot on his cheek, and the thick sole of his shoe combined with heavy force made the poor eleven-year-old boy dazed, and his body fell directly.

"Master is in a bad mood today! Take your anger out on you! This is also your honor! Come on, kick him!"

The little young master of Hua Lanzong raised his arms and shouted, and a group of children around him stepped forward and surrounded Xia Li, you kicked me and I kicked each other, raising countless sands and dust, and kicked Xia Li's small body, kicking the poor young man into a ball and hugging his head.

Although these are all eleven or twelve-year-old little dolls, but these people are all official disciples of the Hualan Sect, they have been in the sect for two or three years, and they are all little monks of the two or three heavens of the Quenching Bone Realm.

"Get out of the way—I'll come!"

Young Master Hua picked up his companion and kicked Xia Li's stomach hard, kicking his body out, rolling around on the dust ground several times.

"Poof—"

Xia Li couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the sand under him red.

"Happy! Happy!" Young Master Hua flicked the upper of his shoe, as if he had seriously injured the young man's kick just now, but it had soiled his shoes.

"Let's go, little ones!" he made a gesture with one hand, and his followers instantly surrounded him like stars and moons.

"Go back and wrap up your wounds tightly! If you let Senior Brother find out that you are injured, then you should know what will happen!"

"Poof—"

Xia Li spat out another mouthful of bloody saliva, the heavy smell of blood made him extremely uncomfortable, but in fact, compared to the small problem of the smell of blood, the injuries on his body were terrifying - one after another reddish-purple bruises covered his entire body, and some of the injuries were obviously not suffered today, that is, he had been treated like this for a long time.

"Xiao Xia, you should go back today, Uncle will still bring you a spoonful of rice. "The owner of the rice shop was standing between the carriages just now, but he didn't come to stop it, and he didn't dare to stop it, so he could only let everything happen.

"Thank you...... Uncle Li. Xia Li struggled to stand up, and the pain caused by the large bruises on his body made him breathe a sigh of relief when he spoke.

He took a small sack and turned away, stumbling on his feet as if he were going to fall at any moment.

"Alas, what a poor child......"

......

"Kaka-"

At the same time, the suburbs.

The ground at the good end suddenly cracked, and an imperceptible breath seeped out from the cracked earth—

It was a breath of fresh air that belonged to the soul!

"What is this place?"

I don't know how long I've been asleep when I just woke up, and even my memories are a little hazy.

"I should be in the Great Yan Galaxy, what kind of place is this barren little world?!" The hazy consciousness regained some thoughts and memories, this place was completely different from the world full of vitality in his impression, like a wasteland that no one would set foot in, making it difficult for him to even breathe, although he was now in a spirit state, in fact, he didn't need to breathe.

"How long the hell have I been asleep—ahhh

Intense pain came from his senses, and he only felt his spirit gradually draining—

"Body! I need a body!"