"Kill you little, I'll kill you, so that you don't dare to steal my things in the future!"

At the beginning of the picture, it is a middle-aged woman, with a slightly chubby face full of anger and fierce eyes.

"Let your hands be cheap, let your hands be cheap!" The woman shouted again and again, and the movements of her hands did not stop, and a club kept waving on the body of one person.

It was a little girl, with yellow skin and wax skin, and there seemed to be only a layer of skin on her body that was tightly clinging to her bones, and the whole person was extremely thin.

"Please, please, I don't dare anymore, please don't fight again, don't fight again......"

The girl was curled up, her skin exposed to her shabby clothes was bruised and purple, and in some places it was even bleeding from the beating. There she pleaded.

"A little melon seed like you with unclean hands and feet should be smoked a few more times, otherwise it won't be remembered for a long time!" The sound of sticks scraping against the air, accompanied by the sound of moaning that had long since changed from screaming to weakness, startled away the birds in the trees, the rats in the corners, and even the reptiles on the ground.

Despite this, the woman still had no intention of giving up, but used gifts more and more, as if she had a resentment that could not be vented.

The girl was beaten and passed out, and then woke up in pain, repeatedly.

"Hmph, I'll let you go today!" At last, the lady scolded and scolded enough, and beat enough, smashed the stick on the girl at random, clapped her hands, and turned away.

After a while, the girl made sure that the woman would not return, and got up from the ground with a stagger, staggering, and staggering.

Obviously covered in wounds, open flesh and blood. But he still had to stand up and try to reach a black thing not far away.

When I got closer, I realized that it was a white steamed bun that had rolled on the ground and how many feet had been stepped on.

She quickly put away the steamed bun like a hungry wolf, and after shaking her thin head from side to side, she hurriedly stuffed the whole steamed bun into her mouth after finding that there was no one.

The small mouth is full because it can't fit it, like a round ball, and it is very difficult to swallow, and the steamed buns mixed with mud and sand are very disgusting after the stomach.

But the girl doesn't care so much, at least better than nothing.

She forced herself to resist the urge to vomit.

After all, if you spit it out, won't it all be in vain?

The girl's delicate facial features began to be a little distorted because of the discomfort in her stomach, and she didn't know whether she hated the world or herself, or both.

But no matter which one is the same, she wants to become stronger.

Only then will she not starve and freeze, she will not be bullied, or she can pay back ten times more to those who have touched her in the slightest!

The young is the body, and the immature heart disappears after some destruction.

She has only one thought now, to become stronger.

The girl tried her best to gather her torn clothes, found a stick in the corner that was still up to the end to support herself, and walked little by little into the street.

The girl's radius of three feet was like a vacuum, and no one stepped into it. Pedestrians are in a hurry to bypass, and some even turn around and leave.

Suddenly, he kicked the girl hard, causing the already very weak girl to fall to the ground at once.

"Dead girl, where did you steal today! You haven't paid your money yet! ”