Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Lian Shuo was different from Tang Huai at that time. He was good-looking and could talk. As the saying goes, he was smooth and smooth-tongued, which made some wealthy people on the island very fond of him.

Although daily life is treated like a slave, at least he won't be picked on by others.

But Tang Huai was different, thin and small like a monkey, he couldn't speak well, like a hedgehog, stabbing whoever he caught.

The rich people who came to Slave Island were already high-ranking and powerful, and they came here just 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 covered in blood and dying.

Lian Shuo had no other thoughts in mind.

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

live.

Only living 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, will definitely not just do some simple physical work.

When a woman falls on the slave island, she is basically reduced to a tool to express her desire.

Can't escape, can't die.

Many slaves on Slave Island were victims of the power struggle of the big families. They were sent here to be tortured. If the slaves who were to be tortured died easily, Slave Island would be troubled.

Therefore, every slave is strictly guarded, and there is no way to touch things that can commit suicide.

Moreover, it is impossible for Tang's mother to choose to die.

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

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-mouthed and good at coaxing people, so the rich man didn't make things difficult for him.

But Tang Huai really made him angry.

Tang Huai just watched Tang's mother being dragged into the box by several tall bodyguards, while he watched the whole process of the rich people torturing Tang's mother in the box.

The poor woman didn't even dare to scream, for fear of being heard by the children outside.

The disgusting smell and the smell of blood were mixed, filling the whole private room, but those few rich people were chatting loudly, holding up their wine glasses to change glasses, tasting the high-end red wine with smiles, and chatting lightly.

It seemed that what was being staged before him was not some bloody torture, but an artistic performance.

They are elegant artists.

After Lian Shuo left the box, he saw Tang Huai who was about to be beaten into a bloody mess in the dungeon where the slaves were punished.

After hesitating for a moment, he stuffed a bottle of wound medicine secretly given to him by a rich woman seeing him as attractive, and stuffed it into Tang Huai's hand.

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 said expressionlessly, This is not for you, it is for your mother.

He paused, If I were you, I wouldn't use your self-righteous arrogance to hurt people who treat you well.

After speaking, he turned and left.

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

Seeing Tang Huai again was five years later.

He had lived on the slave island for five years, and he had already given up the idea of ​​running away.

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

He was only seven years old before, and no one would have other thoughts about him.