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The land of China, the western frontier. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The perennially arid western Xinjiang has experienced heavy snow this year.

The wind and snow are raging, the sky and the earth are all the same color from a distance, the goose feathers and snow are falling down one after another, and the white tents are pulled up all around, and the earth and mountains become covered in silver.

Gangwon City, Gangwon-gun, Lujia Mine.

It was the lunch break, and a group of absentees in cotton coats sat silently in a makeshift shed at the edge of the mine, with a roaring bonfire lighting in the center.

"Hey, that kid is so pitiful! How can you stand such a cold day!"

Suddenly, the silence in the shed was broken by the words of a middle-aged man, and everyone looked up like the middle of the mine.

I saw that in the wind and snow, a thin and thin figure was moving with difficulty, and if you look closely, Hao Ran is a teenager who looks fourteen or fifteen years old!

On a cold day, the boy was wearing only a shabby gray linen coat, and he dragged a cart with both hands, which was loaded with all kinds of discarded ore.

Snowflakes fell on the boy, freezing his hair and eyebrows with a layer of ice slag.

As the snow became thicker and thicker, it became more and more difficult for the cart to move forward, because of the cold, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his face was frozen to blue and purple, and his mouth trembled involuntarily.

But he could barely see that Qingxiu's face was stubborn, moving step by step without saying a word.

Suddenly, the teenager who has obviously lost his strength slips under his feet!

"Bang!" he fell to the ground!

And this fall seemed to drain the little strength left in his body, and the boy crawled on the snow, motionless, as if he was dead!

At this moment, the ironclad guards sent by the Lu family to patrol the surroundings seemed to have discovered the situation on the young man's side, and a young man with a leading appearance walked towards the young man.

"Hey, I'm afraid this kid is going to be beaten again!" the middle-aged man sighed.

The leading young man's name is Chen Zhong, and he is a squad leader of the Lu family's ironclad guards.

The crowd sitting around the campfire seemed to have become accustomed to such a scene, and they lowered their heads when they heard this, either they were numb, or they couldn't bear to continue watching.

Sure enough, as the middle-aged man said, Chen Zhong came to the young man, and without saying a word, the leather whip in his hand slammed towards the young man!

There was no expected peeling of the flesh.

Because someone caught the whip that was about to be drawn on the boy in advance.

"My lord, he's still a child! Let him go!" it was the middle-aged man who had spoken before who trotted out from the campfire, clutched his whip tightly, and begged for mercy for the young man.

"Well, Ma San, you forgot the lesson of the last time so quickly, and you dare to intercede for this wild species?"

Hearing this, Ma San stopped moving forward.

How could he forget?

He came to work in the mine from another tribe a few days ago, that is, on that day, when the young man in front of him was being scolded by Chen Zhong, Ma San, who has always been kind-hearted, interceded for the young man, but in exchange for him, he was punished with the young man!

Looking at the fierce Chen Zhong in front of him, Ma San's eyes flickered, and he was still afraid in his heart.

But he still didn't let go of the whip in his hand!

The young man in front of him is already extremely weak, if Chen Zhong is allowed to continue to act, then this young man is only afraid that he will be more auspicious!

"My lord, your task is to complete the mining task assigned by the Lu family as soon as possible, if he dies in the mine, I'm afraid that the adult will not be able to deal with him, right?" Ma San pointed to the young man who fell to the ground and whispered to Chen Zhong.

Seeing that Ma San actually dared to disobey himself, Chen Zhong frowned slightly, turned around slowly, and tightened the leather whip in his hand, as if he might greet him at any time, but he had to deny that Ma San's words were to the point.

If someone dies in the mines, he really can't get out of it.

At this moment, the young man, who had been lying motionless on the ground and not saying a word, spoke.

"Uncle Ma, you should leave quickly! I'm fine!" the voice was extremely weak but full of indescribable tenacity.

Then, the boy struggled to his feet and slowly stood up.

The boy's clothes were not only thin, but also tattered.

You can vaguely see the entire flesh and blood on his back, and some large and small wounds that have rotted and even died of old age are hideously all over the young man's body, which looks extremely terrifying.

What kind of inhuman torture did this teenager suffer?!

The young man staggered to a stand, slowly turned his head, and smiled at Ma San's mouth, but he didn't see Chen Zhong beside Ma San.

He stopped talking, silently grasping the handrail of the cart, dragging his heavy steps, step by step towards the distance.

"Damn, wild seeds are wild seeds! Let you go for the time being, and there will be a chance to play with you slowly in the future!" Chen Zhong scolded loudly, and finally felt bored, and then turned to leave.

Ma San looked at the young man who was drifting away and sighed silently.

......

On the winding path, the boy was still struggling to move forward.

Because he was weak and exhausted, he had begun to feel dizzy, and the biting wind and snow howled made the boy's whole body numb.

Finally, after persevering for dozens of meters, the boy fainted weakly and fell to the ground.

The snow was falling, but in a moment, the boy was covered in snowflakes, like a lonely grave, and no one cared about it.

The boy's name is Tang Xiao, his mother is from the Manlong tribe of Gangwon County, Tang Xiao was brought back to the tribe by his mother when he was still in infancy, and there was an old servant with him.

Because he didn't know who Tang Xiao's father was, from the moment he returned to the tribe, Tang Xiao was infamous as a "wild seed"!

Moreover, the people of the Barbarian Dragon Tribe always believed that Tang Xiao of unknown origin would bring bad luck to the tribe and be a plague for the tribe!

To add insult to injury, after settling Tang Xiao and the old servant, his mother left him and never returned.

At that time, Tang Xiao was only a few months old.

The old servant called himself Ah Fu, and Tang Xiao called him Fu Bo, and in the past ten years, it was Fu Bo who pulled him up with a handful of and urine.

After Tang Xiao's mother left, he and Fubo struggled and survived in the tribe.

The Manlong tribe is divided into two surnames, one is surnamed Chen, and the current tribal chief is surnamed Chen, and the other is surnamed Liang, and Tang Xiao's mother is surnamed Liang.

In the tribe, the surname Chen and the surname Liang have been competing for the leadership of the tribe, Tang Xiao has always been dominated by the surname Liang until he was three years old, although Tang Xiao and Fu Bo had a difficult life at that time, they could still get by!

It was only when Tang Xiao was three years old that the surname Liang fell to power and was taken away from the leadership by the surname Chen, and it was at that time that Tang Xiao and Fu Bo really went to hell.

He and Fubo did the dirtiest and heaviest work in the tribe, but they still didn't have enough food and clothing, and the big house that should have belonged to them was occupied, but they had to endure the white eyes and scolding from the tribe!

The reason why he was treated so differently was not only because of Tang Xiao's identity as a "wild seed", but also because he was born with a unique pulse!

You will never be able to cultivate your Xuan Power and become a martial artist!

In the land of China, martial arts compete for power, the strong are respected, and if you don't have strength, you can only live at the bottom, like ants!

In Tang Xiao's world, in addition to all kinds of insults and beatings, Fu Bo is the only sunshine in his life.

The wind and snow are getting more and more urgent, and there is no intention of stopping.

On the trail, the snowdrift covered with Tang Xiao is getting higher and higher, and if it continues like this, he is afraid that he will be buried by this snowy life.

However, in the barbarian dragon tribe where everyone hates him, who cares about his life or death?

I saw that at the other end of the path, a figure with a leaning body, leaning on crutches, staggered towards Tang Xiao's location, and hurried eagerly.

The person who came was none other than Fauber.

The foot-thick snow made it difficult for Fu Bo, who had inconvenient legs and feet, to move, and finally came to the place where Tang Xiao fell.

Fauber was in his sixties, with gray hair, an old linen rag, and a wrinkled face full of anxiety at the moment.

He approached, threw down his cane, and began to work hard to cut through the snowdrift in front of him.

"Young master, hold on, don't have anything to do, otherwise how can Fu Bo be worthy of Madame's entrustment!" Young master...... Old Fu Bo burst into tears, shouting hoarsely while struggling to pick up the snowdrift.

Gradually, his hands began to be covered with wounds, and blood flowed, but he still didn't realize anything, he just wanted to save his young master!

Finally, he touched Tang Xiao under the snowdrift, and Fauber sped up and finally pulled him out!

However, at this time, Tang Xiao's whole body was cold, except for the large and small wounds on his body, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of life!

"Young Master, don't scare Fu Bo, young master, wake up quickly...... Fu Bo shook Tang Xiao's body desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, Tang Xiao in front of him was still lying quietly in his arms, just like when he was a child, he held him like this.