Monarch of Evernight

A young girl of four or five years of age, black and grey on her little face, completely submerged her original skin tone, but the outline outlines the naive shape of a future stunning young girl. And her big shiny eyes were so beautiful that she stared straight at the bread in the little boy's hand, she couldn't move any further.

The little boy sat up with his left hand quietly grabbing a sharpened iron rod at one end. This is the most instinctive reaction of people living in the dumpster, and when one person sees the food in one's hand, it's often a fight where you die and I live.

The little girl did not escape, her eyes glued to the bread and she did not move.

The little boy slowly let go of the iron stick in his hand, hesitating, it took a long time to make up his mind, slowly tearing the bread in half and then turning half of it towards the little girl.

The little boy moves slowly, his hands tremble, and his forehead is dense with sweat beads. His stomach and all the wounds on his body protested with the most intense pain.

But the bread is still in the hands of the little girl.

The little girl seemed unable to believe her eyes, and she grabbed the bread firmly and wiped her eyes hard, confirming that she was not dreaming.

She suddenly stuffed the bread into her mouth, half a lap bigger than her fist and disappeared into that little mouth, perhaps not more than three seconds ago!

The little girl ate all the bread and licked the residue from her hands, which lifted her eyes. For the first time, she concentrated her eyes on the little boy's face, looked closely and flew away.

The little boy doesn't know what it feels like right now, or why he's doing it, and he just sits down. Perhaps the pure eyes of a little girl touched an emotion deep inside his heart?

But what's so strange about emotion? The little boy leaned against the barrel wall and carefully tore off a piece of bread the size of his nail cap and placed it in his mouth, without immediately pharynxing, just containing and feeling the freshness of the grain with his tongue tip.

At this point, a young girl suddenly came from outside his little nest: "He's got good food! You promised me half! ”

The boy's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he saw several big children standing outside.

Without any suspense, the little boy was dragged out of his den, and the remaining half of the bread was not spared, and at this moment was delivered to the strongest of the older children. These big kids are over 10 years old, and the one in charge is 12 years old.

The elderly child took a deep breath of bread and did not hesitate to grab a large chunk into his mouth and swallowed it, watching the big children swallow.

One bite of bread did not quench the anger of the big boy, but made him red his eyes: “How dare you hide the food! And half? Where have you been hiding? Call me! ”

The little boy was kicked to the ground with one foot on the spot, and a large group of children punched and kicked him around, each time doing their utmost, and the little boy rolled around like a rag pocket.

The little girl's face showed panic and moved quietly back two steps. She knew that if the little boy had told her that the other half of the bread had been given to her, she would probably have been killed on the spot.

But the little boy's mouth was sealed with iron juice, he didn't say a word, he didn't even groan, and he endured the beatings with such silence.

Finally, the older children got tired and slowly stopped. They also searched the little boy's den and found nothing.

“Looks like he ate that half!” A big kid said with jealousy.

“Cut his belly open! Maybe we'll find it!” Another dry, skinny, black kid screams ferociously.

The big kid in the head kicked the little boy hard and drank: “Where's the other half?! If you eat, go to hell! ”

The little girl's face instantly grew pale.

But contrary to what she had in mind, the little boy stood struggling without talking.

The little boy moved his mouth as if he were saying something, but no one could hear him clearly. The older child couldn't help but turn to the younger boy and want to hear what he was saying.

The little boy's right fist suddenly flew up and hit the big boy in the face!

The big boy screamed, covering his face violently and backing away. His face was bleeding, and the little boy secretly caught a piece of metal when he was knocked over, as the sharp edge protruded from the finger seam and severely cut the big boy's face open.

“Kill him!” The injured big boy covered his face and yelled like crazy.

The little boy fought to death, but was knocked down again. He chewed his teeth off and guarded himself against harm, neither begging for forgiveness nor moaning.

The big boys got tired again and slowed their hands down. The injured big boy was unhappy. He lifted the little boy from the ground and just wanted to say something. I didn't think the little boy knew where the strength came from. He suddenly jumped and hit the big boy's injured face!

The big boy's nose collapsed.

He screamed with his face covered, and the rest of the older children looked at the little boy and actually had some deep fear. Such wounds, they don't think they can hold on, they don't know what kind of power supports the little boy to stand and stand in front of them!

This time, no need to tell, the big kids hugged up, then knocked the little boy down, another beating. When they were tired, the little boy moved and stood up shaking again.

It's an incredibly stubborn child, that is, to die, to stand and die.

“Kill... Kill him!” A big boy suggested that his voice tremble a little. If he doesn't kill the little boy, he doesn't feel comfortable sleeping in the future.

No one followed his offer, but the little boy was knocked down again. This time the big kids did it a lot lighter, and they were instinctively scared, and they were really tired. Today, their gains are small and their physical strength is limited, and if not for the manic desire to vent brought about by the moon, perhaps they will grow after grabbing the bread.

A little figure suddenly appeared next to the older children as they stopped beating with soft waist and legs.

It was a little girl, and she was carrying a rock that was quite huge for her, squeezing it up.

The big kids looked at her with amazement, and that beautiful little face was shaking with determination and madness, lifting the stone over her head, and then smashing it hard on the little boy's head!

Boom, the little boy finally stopped moving, a beach of blood appeared beneath his head, and then quickly expanded.

With a pour of cold air around them, the older children consciously moved two steps away from the little girl who could kick down with one foot.

The little girl ran back to the rock rolling aside and hugged her hard. The stone has been stained with blood, and the blood has rubbed on the little girl's face. Even the heads of the older children were chilling when the little shadow shook towards the little boy.

At this point, a breeze suddenly swept through the dump and rolled up some shreds of paper. It was a cold night and it got really cold. All the people still looking for food in the dumpster suddenly fought a cold war...