Chapter 1937 Tribulation (11)

His eyelashes trembled and he looked quietly for a while.

Then, he shook his head.

My throat is dry and my voice is soft.

"never seen it."

The guard collected the portrait.

"My Majesty has an order. Regardless of whether you have seen him or not, the entire house must be searched."

"Child, please get out of my way."

His words were polite, but his actions were very rude.

Just push him away, and a group of guards rush in.

The momentum was so fierce that the shabby door was kicked open.

With a clang, it fell to the ground, completely destroyed.

The young boy, who was still very weak, was immediately pushed to the ground.

Seeing a group of people pouring in, he sat there, his dark eyes moving.

He lowered his eyelashes and silently made a fist.

Suffer in silence.

The guards entered the straw hut.

Inside, the family is surrounded by bare walls.

Except for a wooden bed and a table with a broken corner, there was nothing else.

The few remaining clothes were placed beside the bed, and they were covered with patches.

At a glance, you get directly to the bottom.

There is no way to hide people.

The guards walked around symbolically and then went to the small kitchen again.

As soon as we entered, we could smell the fragrant meat porridge.

There was still firewood burning under the stove, the porridge spoon was still on the pot, and steam was rising faintly from under the lid.

Very fragrant, with the aroma of fresh meat.

The guards had been busy all morning, and their stomachs were empty.

When I smell it like this, it’s no surprise that I’m hungry.

My stomach started to growl.

They looked at each other.

They all got the same meaning from each other's eyes.

"Child, are you the only one at home?"

A guard stood at the door of the small kitchen, stretched out his neck, and asked.

The young boy who was still sitting at the gate and slowly stood up remained silent.

He lowered his head, as if he didn't hear anything, and looked like a fool.

An idiot whose parents don't want him.

He has a skinny body and loose patched clothes on his body.

Weak and powerless, like a little mouse.

You don't need to take it seriously at all.

The guards winked at each other.

"In that case, our brothers are hungry, let us lend you some porridge to drink."

"You have no objection?"

In fact, it is useless to have opinions.

He's just a little brat. If he doesn't obey, he'll be beaten again.

Anyway, his life is so tough, he didn't even die after being beaten so much yesterday.

"..." The little boy held on to the broken threshold, lowered his head, and slightly pursed his dry lips.

Quiet and silent.

Born without parents, he has always been like this, bullied.

Just like kicking a ball, the bullying comes and goes, as if there is no end.

He seemed to be used to it.

He clutched the broken threshold tightly, and small wooden thorns pierced into the flesh of his hands, causing a stinging sensation.

He still held on quietly as if he didn't feel it.

Slowly, he returned to his small shabby room and sat on the ground.

He buried his head and listened to the unceremonious sounds of the guards outside rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

They seemed to be looking for a bowl.

The skinny little boy hugged himself and huddled there.

He was motionless, with sharp thorns sticking out of his fingers, and a small amount of blood came out.

No consciousness yet.

At this moment, the room was deserted.

It was empty and the walls were dilapidated.

The adobe wall had already fallen off piece by piece, and the wind was leaking, and a cold wind blew in.

The young man huddled on the ground, his head buried.

Suddenly——

He felt something furry touch him.