Ying Shao is a Girl

"Little mute! You can only talk when you are riding a horse! Come on, kneel down and beg me. I will stop beating you today!"

The slightly childish face of the boy who called himself the young master showed a malicious smile, and he was about eleven or twelve years old.

The little boy dressed in black said nothing.

"Fourth brother, why do you have to talk so much to a dead mute, a despicable thing who has a mother but no mother!"

Another tall boy pushed the boy in black hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Looking miserable.

"Hahaha! Fourth brother, look at him like this! He's not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

The boy in black remained silent, and there was no trace of anger on his face, only boundless silence and calm.

Nothing seemed to disturb his emotions.

The boy in the lead, who was called Fourth Brother by the other boys, did not see the irritation and anger he expected from the boy in black.

There was only a calm look on his face.

The boy in charge suddenly became furious. He couldn't get used to the calm, cold and arrogant look of the boy in black, as if he looked down on himself.

I really want to know what it would be like for him to struggle and kneel down to beg for mercy.

The picture must be pleasant, just thinking about it makes me very excited.

"Beat him. If he can't be beaten to death, then beat him to death! Beat him until he asks for mercy!"

The leading boy gave an order, and three or four boys following him swarmed forward and punched and kicked the boy in black.

These people were all taller and stronger than the boy in black, and with the strength of their numbers, they were naturally outnumbered and quickly defeated.

Those people seized the opportunity and kept attacking him. There were no tricks or tricks at all, they just relied on instinct to attack. This was the most direct way to feel pain.

But he remained silent, as if completely numb and unable to feel pain.

There was a click, which was extremely loud.

It was the sound of bones breaking.

The boy in black gasped slightly, but still did not cry out in pain, let alone beg for mercy.

Hearing this voice, the leading boy panicked a little. He was not afraid of bullying others. After all, he had done this kind of thing a lot and was already familiar with it. He was afraid of beating people to death.

Although no one cared about the boy in black, he also knew that he couldn't beat people to death.

If you kill him, you'll be in trouble, and you'll suffer too.

"Stop! Stop! Stop fighting!" the leading boy gave the order.

The boys surrounding the boy in black quickly stopped, and the tall boy didn't forget to give him a kick.

He used ten percent of his strength on this kick.

Kicked in the lower abdomen of a boy who was only seven or eight years old.

A stinging sensation hit him, and the boy in black's pupils shrank, but he remained silent.

The corners of his mouth were bruised and the skin of his mouth was cut. There were traces of blood seeping out and dripping on his dark clothes, invisible. The corners of his eyes were slightly swollen and his hair was messy.

The little face became a palette, including green, red, and purple.

He was so disfigured that it was impossible to recognize his original appearance.

"Fourth brother, why did you stop us? This mute hasn't asked for mercy yet!" The tall boy was very puzzled.

"You idiot! Didn't you hear that his bones are broken? If you beat him to death, we will all suffer? Do you understand?" The leading boy said angrily with a pig-like look on his face.

"Fourth brother, wouldn't it be better to beat him to death?"

"Let's do this..." The tall boy leaned over and whispered in the ear of the leading boy.

The leading boy rolled his eyes, slapped his thigh, and reacted, "You are right! He is a stumbling block while he is alive! He is not favored anyway, and his parents don't care. Who will know if he is dead?"

His eyes were full of poison, and he looked at the boy in black with disdain and greed.

A vicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was extremely inconsistent with his childish face.