Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Lian Shuo was different from Tang Huai at that time. He was good-looking and could speak. As the saying goes, he was "smooth tongue", which made some wealthy people on the island like him very much.

Although the usual life is the treatment of slaves, at least he will not be troubled by others.

But Tang Huai was different. He was thin and thin, just like a monkey. He didn't know how to be obedient. He was like a hedgehog, catching and stabbing whom.

The rich people who came to Slave Island were in positions of high power, and they came to have fun. How could a slave be allowed to be so presumptuous?

At that time, every time Lian Shuo saw Tang Huai, he was basically dying of blood.

Even Shuo had no other thoughts in his mind.

In this hell place, all kindness and compassion have long been wiped out.

Alive.

Only being alive is the most important thing!

He just felt that Tang Huai's mother was a bit miserable.

Unlike their children who are less than ten years old, Tang's mother, as an adult woman, certainly does not just do some simple physical work.

Women, falling on the slave island, are basically reduced to a tool to vent their desires.

There is no escape, no death.

Many slaves on the Slave Island were the victims of the power struggle of the big family. They were sent in for torment. If the slaves to be tortured died easily, the Slave Island would be found.

Therefore, every slave was guarded very strictly, and there was no way to access anything that could kill himself.

Moreover, Mother Tang could not choose to die.

If she died, Tang Huai would be truly helpless if she was alone on the island.

Or she could barely use this already filthy body to make Tang Huai's life better.

After Tang Huai offended a rich man once, Lian Shuo happened to be serving in the box. He was sweet and coaxing, and the rich didn't have trouble for him.

But Tang Huai really made him angry.

Tang Huai just watched Tang's mother being pulled into the box by a few tall bodyguards, but he watched the whole process of the rich and powerful torturing Tang's mother in the box.

The poor woman dared not scream, for fear of being heard by the children outside.

The disgusting taste and the smell of blood were mixed, filling the entire box, but the few rich men talked loudly, holding their wine glasses and pushing glasses for another, smiling while tasting the high-end red wine, and chatting lightly.

It seemed that what was going on in front of me was not a bloody torture, but an artistic performance.

They are elegant "artists".

After Lian Shuo got out of the box, he saw Tang Huai who was about to be beaten into a mass of flesh and blood in the dungeon where he was punishing slaves.

He hesitated for a moment, and stuffed Tang Huai's hand a bottle of wounding medicine secretly given to him by a rich woman who saw him look good.

Tang Huai didn't even have the strength to raise his head, he just blinked and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

Lian Shuo was expressionless, "This is not for you, but for your mother."

He paused, "If I were you, I would never use your self-righteous arrogance to hurt people who treat you well."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Lian Shuo hasn't seen Tang Huai for a long time.

See Tang Huai again, five years later.

He had lived on Slave Island for five years, and he had already lost the thought of running away.

Just thinking about whether to make a mistake, anger some rich people, and let them disfigured their faces in rage.

He was only seven years old before, and no one thought about him otherwise.

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