"I'll see if your mouth is hard or your bones are hard, if you have the ability, you keep quiet."
A young boy of about five or six years old held up a whip and kept beating on the body of a small child, the boy's white shirt has long been dyed red, some places have long been bloody, let people look at the guts.
In the face of the body of the whip wound, asif the little boy did not know, still straight little back, each whip fell on his body, but he did not even blink a frown.
"There is really some backbone, have been tortured by us for so many days, but still up to now still not say a word."
The little boy stopped moving his hands and panted.
Looking at Blume who did not say a word, the little boy's face became more and more ugly, when he did not come he was the most favored disciple in the master's mind, but since the day the master told him to bring back that, everyone said again that this little boy younger than him will be the master's key training object.
Yet he would not allow it!
Because in an agent training camp like theirs, it's always been about being strong, and even though this little kid was someone the master looked up to, to really stay in a place like this where people don't even blink, first he had to pass their test, which was to beat them.
Yet they have been torturing him for almost a week now, and the little guy has never said a word as if he doesn't feel their presence.
"Boss, do you think he's a dummy?"
Another young boy stared at Blume and said slowly.
"Even if he is mute, this whip will make a sound when it falls on him. I think he just doesn't see the coffin and doesn't shed a tear."
It is a fool's errand to try to win the master's mercy in this way.
"Here, I'll take a break, you give me a good greeting to him, I'll treat you to a chicken leg later."
The young boy handed the whip in his hand to another slightly shorter young boy beside him and said indifferently.
"Don't worry boss, I'll make him talk."
Said, the whip again mercilessly fell on Blume's body, and he still did not say a word, just when the third whip fell on him again, only to see the whip seems to be something tripped, the boy turned his head to see a little girl of about four or five years old wearing a set of light green dress, waterfall-like long hair above a butterfly hairpin, a pair of big, soulful eyes without the gentle girl, but more than a touch of cold. Instead, there was a dash of strong coldness.
"Little sister, what are you doing?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?"
Although the little girl is only four or five years old, but the aura makes people feel a kind of trembling from the heart.
"Me?"
The little boy to the little sister in front of him he is feared from the bottom of his heart, was so asked by her, directly to the boy next to her gaze.
"Orange, don't be nonsense, this which just came in not all have to pass this hurdle, you so don't know people still think you look at this little guy?"
"Is that so? Is senior brother sure it's not because his presence has put your position at risk?"
In the face of his own sister's questioning, Xiang Dong did not feel anything, laughed: "Little sister this is what to say, we all know that the master his old man is always the most treasure, not to mention that he is also the master handed to me to take good care of, now little sister such questioning brother me, is also questioning the master his old man's decision?"
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