Several dozen miles outside Spirit City.
Yu Xiaogang was half-naked, with strip-like trousers hanging from his legs. His shoulders were covered in calluses as he hoed the ground beneath the blazing sun, his entire body tanned pitch-black.
He was skinny and haggard, utterly devoid of the pride he once had.
Dong'er... Dong'er...
I miss you so much... Save me... Save me...
Scarface had brought him here and given him a patch of land to cultivate. He often came by to inspect it, and whenever he was dissatisfied, he beat Yu Xiaogang. He was dissatisfied every time.
He had also cut out Yu Xiaogang's tongue to stop him from shouting. His legs had been broken and healed again. He could walk normally, but if he moved too quickly or stood for even a little too long, he would lose his balance...
He did not understand. He did not understand who he had offended.
Why? Why was that scar-faced man deliberately tormenting him?
Why... Why was my life so bitter...
Dong'er... Erlong... Flender... Little Three... Anyone would do. Save me... Save me...
Every night, he dreamed that his martial soul mutation had succeeded, that he possessed level ten Innate Soul Power and was admired by all. But when he woke, his tears had soaked the pillow of dried grass, and he was still that useless cripple whose tongue had been cut out...
"Uwoo... Uwooo..."
Yu Xiaogang could no longer control himself. "Uwooo!!!"
He howled at the sky, tears spraying from his eyes and sliding down his darkened cheeks to his chest.
"Uwoo, uwoooo!!"
You thieving heavens, why are you treating me like this?!
What did I do wrong?!
Why... Why?!!
In his daze, a dark figure seemed to appear in the sky. A Titled Douluo?!
Yu Xiaogang immediately roared.
"Uwoo! Uwooo!!"
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