Morning Star

Chapter 141 Don’t persuade others to be kind until they have suffered.

"..."

The boy moved his hands while lying on the ground, and slowly raised his head to look at the vast world outside covered with ice and snow.

What was revealed in his eyes was not joy and curiosity about the unknown world, but endless hatred.

The boy stumbled and finally returned to the yard where he used to be.

The yard, which had not been visited for several years, looked even more desolate and dilapidated. Snow piled up on the dead leaves, making rustling sounds when people walked on them.

The door that was once open is still open, and the furnishings in the house are still the same. Except for a thick layer of dust, strangely nothing is missing.

It’s just that things are different and people are different...

He held the wall with one hand and walked slowly through every corner of the house, as if missing someone, as if reminiscing...

But he still collapsed due to physical exhaustion in this house full of memories.

After the last snow of winter melted, he took a broom and swept the dead leaves on the ground in the yard.

The dwarf walked into the yard with two servants, came to the pile of dead leaves that the boy had swept together, and kicked them apart.

The boy tightened his grip on the broom and looked at them warily.

The dwarf smiled mischievously and waved to the two servants behind him: "Catch him for me, young master."

The two servants obeyed the order and stretched out their hands toward the boy.

The boy retreated holding the broom, but the two servants did not give him any way to retreat. One was in front of him, while the other was behind him, gradually approaching him.

The boy looked at the two people getting closer and closer, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, he turned around and swung his broom, hitting the man behind him with the broom, then bent down to avoid the other man's hand that was reaching out to grab him.

Then he swept his leg and tripped the two men to the ground, and took advantage of the gap to run towards the door.

The dwarf was shocked for a moment, then glared at the two people who tripped and fell on the ground and cursed: "Useless things, you can't even catch a piece of trash."

In a rage, he picked up a stone from the ground and used his spiritual energy to hit the boy's knee as he was running into the house.

"puff!"

The boy lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Why don't you bring him here?" The dwarf instructed the two servants who had already stood up.

The boy was caught by two servants and brought to the dwarf.

The dwarf looked at the boy who was pressed to his knees with a sneer on his face: "Run, let's see how you run now, you useless piece of shit."

The boy didn't say anything but looked up at the dwarf coldly.

The dwarf seemed to dislike the boy's appearance. He bent down and grabbed the boy's hair: "If you were a woman with a face like this, I might be able to treat you better."

As he said this, he let go of the boy's hair and said with a sneer on his face: "But, I heard that there are men who like men. You can use this face to please them. Maybe they can let you live a good life. Hahaha..."

The boy glared at him and struggled a few times.

The dwarf stood up straight and said to the two servants with a mocking look on his face: "You two serve well... Third Young Master. Hahahaha..."

"okay."

The two servants responded and pushed the boy to the ground. One of them pulled his hands and the other tore his clothes, like two hungry wolves who suddenly saw a little white rabbit.

"Let go! Don't touch me!"

The boy struggled desperately. Half of his clothes had been torn off, revealing his pale skin, making people want to tear it apart.

Suddenly, he looked back and forth between the broom and the gloating dwarf, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He saw the broom swinging towards the dwarf as if it was being pulled by someone.

The dwarf was not expecting to be hit so hard with the broom that he let out a howling sound.

The two servants stopped when they heard the noise and immediately ran over to check the dwarf's injuries.

The dwarf was seen covering his head with tears in his eyes.

The boy took advantage of this opportunity, turned around, rushed into the house and closed the door tightly. He fell to the ground due to lack of spiritual power, and after a while he got up and leaned against the door.

The dwarf's voice came from outside the door: "You loser! Just wait!"

Sure enough, the boy was called to the discipline hall in the afternoon and was punished with a few lashes.

When returning to the side courtyard, he seemed to realize that someone was following him, so he endured the pain and quickened his pace.

He finally walked into the yard, but just as he walked under the withered tree in the yard, he was hit on the foot by something, and he lost balance and knelt on the ground.

The pain from the wound on his back made his body tremble, but even so he still endured the pain and tried to get up slowly. However, before he could get up, a hand was grabbed, and a force forced him to turn over and lie flat on the ground, which directly pressed the wound on his back.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing. After seeing who was coming, he found that it was one of the two servants in the morning.

The servant sighed twice and said, "I have to say you are much more beautiful than a woman. I finally have the chance to finish what I didn't finish this morning."

"Go away."

He turned his face away, endured the pain in his body and tried to stand up, but just as he stood up a little, his hands were restrained by the servants.

"You are even lower than a slave, yet you dare to speak in such a tone? Do you really think you are the third young master of the Mo family?"

"Haha, look at this skin, so delicate and smooth. Those women's skin is not even worth mentioning."

The servant's rough hands kept stroking the boy's neck.

The boy was disgusted and angry: "You are looking for death."

"The more you resist, the more I like it. There will come a time when you'll be crying for mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of cloth being ruthlessly torn rang out in the courtyard.

The servant's rough, cracked mouth slid over the boy's shoulders, collarbone, chest and abdomen, and sometimes bit with his teeth.

"Do not touch me!"

"Go away!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Go away...don't touch me..."

The girl on the bed was in tears, her brows furrowed as she muttered.

She woke up suddenly, looking at the ceiling in horror, not yet recovering from the dream.

After a while, she curled up on her side, hugged herself and cried bitterly.

She knew that those were what Mo Xinglan had experienced, but why was she so sad?

She was very worried and wanted to know how he became, whether he had gotten rid of that damn servant, and whether he had recovered from his injuries...

How many times did he encounter such a thing afterwards? How did he survive it alone, relying on hatred?

……

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Now she finally understood why he didn't let Zhuohua and Brother Ji touch him before.

If it were her, she would definitely go crazy.

Chujiu was in a daze for a while before getting up to wash.

Affected by the memory of the dream, she was in a very bad mood. The worst thing was that her eyes were swollen from crying.

She looked at herself in the mirror, looking like a punching bag, sighed, and rubbed her face hard with her hands.

Now, my face is red.

She just tore it up. She didn't even change out of her nightgown, but just wrapped herself in a long robe. She combed her hair twice and didn't even tie it up, leaving it hanging down her back.

Just then, Ah Zao brought lunch for her and Mo Xinglan.