Chapter 1526

"What is this?" Yang Xuan only felt that there was a vast expanse of white in front of him. He couldn't help closing his eyes, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had come to a strange place.

Suddenly, countless pieces of information poured into Yang Xuan's mind. Yang Xuan's body suddenly trembled, and a blurred color flashed in his eyes, but even if he woke up.

"My name is Roga? I'm five years old this year?" Yang Xuan was stunned at first, then looked down and found that his body had become a child.

Yang Xuan wanted to raise his hand, but found that he couldn't control his body at all. All he could do was to shift his eyes.

"Jia'er, father is going to the battlefield now. You take good care of your mother here." An old but loud voice sounded in Yang Xuan's ear. Yang Xuan turned his head and found that it was a yellow and skinny middle-aged man wearing ragged clothes. A long, dishevelled hair, only a pair of eyes full of sharp light.

Through Roga's memory, Yang Xuan learned that this was his father, a slave under a slave owner in this ancient country. The next thing he had to fight was another slave owner's army.

The middle-aged man said to Roga, then picked up a spear and rushed forward. The spear in his hand was so clumsy that it was even a wooden handle.

There were countless lights rising between the heaven and the earth in front, which shocked Yang Xuan. Through Roga's memory, Yang Xuan finally saw what kind of scene it was in ancient times.

Young Roga did not know what his father had done and what might happen. In his memory, every time his father left and came back, he would carry several bloody heads. Although these heads were particularly frightening, when the Quartermaster came here, he would take them away and give his father some food.

Roga stood motionless, looking at the direction his father left.

"Gale, I'm back. It's cold outside." A gentle female voice sounded, took Yang Xuan's palm and walked towards the dilapidated thatched house behind him.

This is his mother, a poor woman. They met in the army, and Roga was born in the army. After giving birth to Roga, Roga's mother never went to war again.

Little Roga felt her heart beating fast, but she didn't know what it was because. She just left silently with her mother.

As time passed, little Roga felt extremely bored. He wanted to leave the hut and play with another little boy in the slave army. But when his father is away, he must not leave the thatched house. This is what his mother told him again and again.

So little Roga didn't dare to move. He could only shrink silently in a corner of the room.

As time passed, there was a loud voice outside the thatched house. Little Roga stood up happily because he knew that his father had come back.

A thin figure came in from outside the door and brought back a smell of blood. Although Roga was familiar with the taste, he still felt a bout of nausea.

But when he looked up at his father, he was stunned.

"His father, what's the matter with you?" The mother hurried forward and held her father, while one of his father's arms had been broken and the fracture was bloody.

"Damn it, I met an expert today. He was very strong and broke my arm." Father bit his teeth, as if it was not his arm that broke, and said lightly. But from his father's eyebrows, little Roga could see the pain he forced to hold back.

Just then, little Roga's stomach suddenly growled. Little Roga quickly covered his stomach with his hand, but in the room with only three people, the sound was particularly harsh.

Little Roga's face turned red and said first, "father, I'm not hungry."

"Ha ha..." Father and mother looked at each other and laughed, making people forget their father's miserable appearance.

The father took down two ferocious heads from his waist, handed them to his mother and said, "fuck, there are a few heads today. Take them for food first."

"What about you?" Mother looked at her father and asked painfully.

The father shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not hungry. I robbed some food from the enemy on the battlefield just now. That man was really miserable. He was caught up in the battlefield when he ate."

He laughed and sat down against the wall.

The mother stared at her father for a few eyes before she lifted her head and went out. In the corner where little Roga was, outside the thatched house, although the sun had not yet set, it was dark.

Looking at his father's cracked lips, tightened belly and pale face, little Roga somehow raised a violent murderous spirit in his heart.

Yang Xuan was immediately startled by the violent murderous spirit. He didn't expect that Roga had such a strong murderous spirit when he was so young.

Mother had just walked out of the door, but she retreated back. Outside the door, two equally thin men came in laughing and pushing Roga's mother.

"I said, sister-in-law Luo, just be kind and let me vent my anger?" A man reached for his mother's chest, but his mother opened it.

"Luo Gao, your brother is still at home. Pay attention to me." Mother looked nervous, her voice was too high, and said to Rogo.

"All right, stop pretending." Luo Gao said with a bad smile, "today he was broken by someone on the battlefield. I can see clearly. It seems that he can't satisfy his sister-in-law in the future, but don't worry. Let me help."

Luo Gao had raised his hand and grabbed her mother's collar, grabbed her clothes down, revealing his shoulders and half his chest.

Mother is not an immortal, not even good-looking. But in the slave camp, it is valuable to see a woman.

Another man was anxious to take off his pants. At the same time, he held his mother's neck with one hand and pressed her towards the ground.

At this time, little Roga suddenly felt a force gushing out of his body from somewhere. A hungry tiger grabbed rogao's neck and bit on rogao's neck.

Rogao struggled desperately to throw Roga down. But Roga's arms were tightly bound, and he didn't loosen his mouth. He shook his head and took a piece of flesh and blood from rogao's neck.

The blood vessels on Roga's neck were bitten by Roga, and the bloody smell poured into his mouth, while Roga's body was soaked with blood and fell to the ground.

The other man was stunned by Luo Gao's miserable death, pointed to Luo Jia and said, "you... You're finished, I'll let someone kill you. In the military camp, killing people is to pay for their lives."