[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 18

From the moment of memory, the only thing a child feels is that he is hungry.

So hungry.

Hunger is always eating his body all the time, he never knows how to eat.

He has always lived in the dump, in the hole dug in the heap of garbage. The unpleasant odor for others was unacceptable to him.

The odor seemed to have penetrated into his body and blood, and penetrated his entire body, making him disgusting from inside to outside.

Everyone shy away from him.

But only then can he survive.

Only by staying in the **** dump can he grab the discarded junk cold food for the first time and fill the hungry stomach a little.

Only in the smelly garbage dump, those beggars taller than him would not come to rob him of the house he dug out.

He couldn't remember how many times, he fought with others in order to fight for some food.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he never flinched.

Because he had seen people who were starving to death without food, and the ugly, shrivelled corpses were lying on the ground, no longer alive, a little bit rotten, and gave off an unpleasant smell of corpses, which attracted vultures and mice to eat. Holding the corpse.

He didn't want to be like that at all, so he wanted to live anyway.

How can a skinny child grab food from those who are taller and stronger than him to survive?

Ruthless, ruthless than anyone else.

In this weak place, no one will help you, you can only rely on yourself. You must be like a mad dog, even if you break your leg, you must bite a piece of meat from the other side fiercely.

He was beaten all over with bruises and bruises, and he couldn't loose his mouth. He bit off a finger of the man who wanted to **** his food.

That's how he survived.

He couldn't remember how many times he was injured and how many times he was in danger.

Once he dragged his broken leg and crawled back into the hole in the dump, he had a high fever for a whole day and night. He once thought he would die like this.

But maybe it was really a cheap man, he just stood up.

A slum, the darkest and ugliest place in a city. Their group of dirty beggars are staying in that kind of place, where the garbage is collected, where the garbage is dumped in the city. Perhaps they themselves are part of the dumped and abandoned.

They only deserve to live in this rancid, dark place.

Occasionally, when he went out from the slums to beg outside, all he saw were disgusting, disgusting, and inescapable eyes. Even the so-called kind-hearted people who would give something to him, looked at him with condescending glance, contemptuous, as if looking down on the ants.

Those people looked at him like they looked at a humanoid garbage.

He didn't like the eyes of those people looking at him.

Suddenly one day, his entire life changed.

Several well-dressed people who were unattainable to him found him, crying and kneeling at his feet, shouting a strange name to him.

They cried and called him, little master Huimos.

These senior people who have walked on the road in the corner of their eyes will not give him a glance, call him the master?