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  The light flickered on and off, in the dimly lit and dilapidated hall, several hundred ragged children were scrambling for food. The oldest among them was only six or seven years old, while the youngest was only three or four years old. Their skin tones varied - some were black, some white, and some yellow, seemingly from different countries and regions. They spoke in different languages.

  At this time, the children who were not very sensible yet had a highly consistent idea and must rush to eat.

  In order to grab food, the children scolded and pushed each other, gradually escalating into biting and fighting. The children who grabbed the food stuffed it desperately into their mouths, while those who didn't get any could only cry helplessly. Thirty or so men with big beards watched all this coldly, a hint of mocking smile still hanging at the corners of their mouths.

  In the corner of the hall, two black-haired children were huddled together. A five-year-old boy held a sharp screwdriver and opened his arms to shield a three or four-year-old girl behind him. The timid little girl hid behind him, nibbling on a grayish-black bread in small bites, with tears welling up in her eyes.

  Scene one exchange...

  In the dimly lit room, a boy of about ten years old shielded the girl behind him and glared coldly at the several burly men in front of him, shouting fiercely: "You can't take my sister away!"

  A burly man with a dark face snorted, reached out to grab the boy's collar and threw him heavily aside. Then he grasped the girl's arm and dragged her away. The girl wailed: "Waaah... Little White brother, I don't want to go!"

  The boy wiped the cracked corner of his mouth, got up from the ground and grabbed the girl's hand, like a furious little lion, roaring: "Let her go quickly!"

  A tall, dark-faced man suddenly kicked the boy in the chest with one foot. The fingers of his hand that were tightly clasped to the girl's instantly loosened, and blood gushed from the corner of the boy's mouth as he lay on the ground coughing violently. The girl, who was crying out and struggling with her eyes wide open, was taken away by several adults.

  The boy lay on the ground, gazing up at the roof, his cold eyes filled with bloodshot, his gaze gradually becoming fierce, emitting a strong murderous aura.

  The scene changed again...

  An underground city unseen by the sun, the passageway lights are dim, a swift and agile figure darts through the passageway. The light reflects off a youthful face, the boy pulls out a screwdriver, a cold glow flashes, the screwdriver shoots out of his hand, accurately hitting a light bulb.

  For example, the boy dodged the bulbs that were shot along the way, dodged the sentry, and slipped into a room. In the corner of the house, there was a bathroom separated by wooden boards. Hearing the sound of water, the boy's eyes gleamed with desire, and he tiptoed to the side of the bathroom.

  From the gap in the wooden fence, a blonde beauty with a full bust and hips could be seen, naked and wiping her body with a towel. The boy who was peeking became excited and his breathing quickened. The beauty raised an eyebrow, let out a helpless sigh, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and suddenly kicked towards where the boy was hiding.

  The fragile wooden bathroom suddenly collapsed, the boy was kicked to the ground by the blonde beauty, he lifted the wooden board that was pressing on his body with a painful face, the blonde beauty stretched out her lotus foot and stepped on his chest, and humiliated him in English: "It's this damn little rascal again!"

  The boy held the blonde beauty's delicate ankle and rubbed her calf, his eyes rolling up her beautiful legs as he mischievously said in English: "Coach! Your pubic hair is really clean!"

  The blonde beauty let out a sharp cry, clamped her legs together and jumped away, her hands subconsciously covering her lower body, her face bright red with rage: "You little rascal! I'll dig out your eyes!"

  The boy got up from the ground, patted off the dust and smiled mischievously: "What I mean to say is that your leg hair has been shaved very cleanly, are you thinking crookedly?"

  The blonde beauty hesitated for a moment, then blushed with anger and said: "I... I didn't think of anything bad, and besides, I'm a woman, I don't have hairy legs!"

  The boy said with a serious face: "Who says women don't grow leg hair? I don't believe it!"

  The blonde beauty suddenly said: "Don't believe it? Touch and see!"

  The boy excitedly approached the blonde beauty, she coldly smiled and quickly kicked towards the boy with lightning speed. The boy easily dodged it and took advantage of the situation to grab her white and tender thigh, touching it for a moment, and laughed: "Really smooth! It's like you really don't have any hair."

  The boy who was only as tall as her chest, the blonde beauty was on the verge of tears and sighed: "Xiao Bai, are you really only twelve years old?"

  The boy also let out a sigh and said in an old-fashioned tone: "If you want to marry me, you'll have to wait a few more years."

  The blonde beauty covered her forehead, showing a painful expression, then grumbled in a bad mood: "Who would marry a little rascal!"

  The boy patted the blonde beauty's plump buttocks and vowed, "Believe me, I'll definitely take you out of hell."

  The blonde beauty pushed away the boy, a hint of shyness on her face, and asked coquettishly: "What can you do if you take me out?"

  The boy raised his head and said with a lively tone: "Of course it's marrying her back home and getting her pregnant."

  The blonde beauty was taken aback and immediately covered her mouth and giggled: "Do you know how to get a woman's belly big?"

  The boy looked embarrassed and his face turned red as he stuttered, "Th-this... Instructor Carmel hasn't taught me this yet, I'll go ask him right now."

  After finishing, he ran to the door of the room. As soon as he opened the door, the boy's excited expression fell. Six tall and strong men were standing outside the door, with a strange expression on their faces.

  A black-haired man with a medieval noble sword in one hand and a curved bow and arrow tube on his back grabbed the boy's collar from behind, while the golden-haired beauty shrugged her shoulders, sighed, and asked: "Beautiful Miss Gabrielle, how long do you plan to lock up this little guy this time?"

  The blonde beauty smiled and said, "Two months is enough."

  "Shut up!" The boy cursed, angrily staring at the blonde beauty, who burst into a loud scolding: "Damn old virgin, I curse your big butt to get even bigger."

  "Three months!"

  "I was wrong, smaller is better."

  "Four months!"

  "Don't go!" The boy wailed in despair, and then he was carried away by several men.

  The scene switches again...

  The heavy iron door of the small black room opened, and a long-haired young man walked out. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes had a hint of mature and solemn vicissitudes. After walking in the dim underground city for a while, he finally came to the surface.

  The long-absent sunlight made the young man with a messy head and dirty face feel somewhat unaccustomed. He shielded his eyes and looked around, seeing that the empty space was filled with rising heat waves. The surrounding area was enclosed by walls nearly five meters high, with barbed wire strung along the top. If one were to cut the wire with a knife, sparks might fly out.

  On the playground, dozens of young boys and girls were practicing martial arts under the scorching sun. A long-haired boy rushed towards a beautiful black-haired girl who was practicing flying knives, his face filled with surprise and excitement, shouting: "Qing Cheng sister! Qing Cheng sister!"

  The long-haired boy ran up to the girl's side, patted her shoulder excitedly and said: "I'm Xiao Bai, it's been a long time, do you still remember me?"

  The raven-haired girl coldly said in English: "I'm not Qing Cheng, I'm Number Nine, Red Pigeon."

  Facing the girl's indifference, the long-haired boy looked a bit embarrassed and asked in English, "What's wrong with Jing Cheng? Don't you remember me?"

  The black-haired girl turned around, grasping the flying knife in her hand and placing it on the long-haired boy's shoulder, coldly saying: "Get out! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

  The long-haired youth's eyes showed a hint of hurt, and he said bitterly: "Really don't remember me? Still remember what I said? I said I would take you out of this ghost place."

  The black-haired girl sneered: "You think you can leave this place? A worthless piece of trash without even a serial number!"

  The long-haired youth asked faintly: "Don't you believe I can get out of here?"

  "Hmm!"

  "I will prove it to you."

  The scene changes again...

  In the middle of the night, a loud explosion shook the ground, and a large hole was blown open in the high wall. A black figure quickly escaped, and the searchlight on the watchtower couldn't catch his shadow at all. The dense gunfire awakened everyone.

  When the sky brightened, the long-haired youth with bruises all over his body was carried back to the underground city by several instructors. The young men and women who were watching from a distance all showed shocked expressions, and it turned out that someone had actually managed to escape, and eight instructor-like gods had to be mobilized to catch him.

  In the crowd, a black-haired girl and a long-haired boy with a bruised face squeezed out a smile, saying: "I can really escape! Didn't lie, right?"

  The blonde beauty slapped him hard on the back of his head and sneered: "Since you can escape, why did you get caught again?"

  The long-haired youth glared at the blonde beauty and cursed with a grin: "Old virgin, warning you not to mess with me!"

  "What can you do about it?"

  "Dare to mess with me and I'll ignore you from now on."

  “…………”

  The black-haired girl pursed her lips and didn't speak, her hand tightly clenched around a delicate screwdriver, her knuckles white with tension. The long-haired boy with a complex expression was taken away by several instructors.

  In a small dark room where one couldn't see his fingers when stretching out, a long-haired young man was lying on the bed in a big character shape, with all four limbs tied up. The door opened and someone walked in.

  "Who is it?"

  The person came in, didn't say a word, quietly took off their clothes, then reached the bedside, quickly pulled down his pants, and afterwards, sat down on his lower abdomen with their warm, soft buttocks.

  "Yes!" The long-haired youth said with shame and anger: "Damn old virgin, what are you trying to do?"

  The blonde woman exclaimed: "How did you know it was me?"

  "There are only four women I know here, and the one with the biggest butt... as soon as she sat down, I knew it was her..." The long-haired young man exclaimed in a panic: "Hey! What do you want to do? My first time is reserved for Qingcheng, don't mess around!"

  The blonde beauty panted slightly, and after a low hum, her voice was tinged with a hint of pain, saying proudly: "Little rascal! It's the first time you've lost."

  The long-haired youth's breathing gradually became heavier, and he said in a bad tone: "It seems that it's also gone... why do you have to do this?"

  The blonde beauty said with a shy tone: "I can't move, I can only use this pose!"

  "Silly girl! I'm asking why you want to give me your first time?"

  The blonde beauty whispered: "Tell you later!"

  "Don't twist so hard, my waist is almost broken, damn..." Wu Ming shouted loudly, jumping up from the hotel's big bed, his forehead covered in sweat. He looked around, then opened his pants and found nothing was wrong.

  That boy, that young man is himself? Wu Ming's head was splitting with pain. Is this a dream? Or a fragment of memory? If it's a dream, why does it feel so real? If it's a fragment of memory, why can he see his own face?

  Possessed?

  Is this illusory fragment really true? Wu Ming shook his head hard, still unable to think of anything. The most annoying thing is that the dream woke up too quickly, and the beautiful spring dream only had half of it, damn it!

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