Immortal nobles

Chapter 203 The Boy in the Junkyard

Creak, creak, when several old garbage trucks were pushed to the garbage dump by a strong man, in an instant countless sharp eyes shot out from the dark corners of the garbage dump, cold It was chilling, but there was some faint fear in it.

The next moment, after the strong man swayed away pushing the garbage truck away, thousands of people were swarming out from various hiding places, cheering excitedly at the garbage dump!These people living at the bottom of the ancient city rely on the garbage in the eyes of the residents in the city to survive.

As for the future?The future is an unrealistic thing for these ants-like people. Even ordinary residents in the ancient city have some physical combat power. Naturally, they are not as good as the residents of Daxian City, but compared to these tramps , that lunch is really incomparable.

Therefore, these tramps who have never tempered their bodies are considered to be the lowest level in this ancient city. They don't even have the ability to be cruel to civilians, so they can only live in the endless garbage.

There are men, women, old people and children in this group of homeless people.But age and gender are meaningless here, every group of people is distinguished by size and strength, this is the constant rule of the whole garbage,
Strong men rushed to the innermost layer to search for the necessary living supplies, followed by weaker women, elderly people with some physical strength, and half-grown children, and the outermost were those children whose bodies had not yet grown up. .

Among them was a thin and small boy who was also trying to search for it. He was about seven or eight years old, his face was pitch black and his face was dark, but the vague outline was full of fierceness, and he was wrapped in a ragged body. He tied a lot of knots in the tattered long-distance running, so as not to affect the battle.

I saw that the boy had a fierce expression on his face, he was trying his best to pick up the cold garbage, his little immature hands were covered with cut wounds, and the wounds were still festering and pus, but he himself didn't seem to notice it. , desperately pawing at the pile of unrecognizable garbage in front of him.

But what is worth mentioning is that the place where the boy is located is closer to the center floor. Originally, this should be the site where the strong adult men are, but at this time the boy is still in it.

Of course, it was not without a reason. Half a year ago, when he broke the neck of a strong man with his own hands, no one said anything about it. In this garbage dump, no one wants to fight for no reason, after all That takes physical effort.

It's just that as time passed, he still couldn't find the food he wanted. After all, even the residents of the city don't have much wealth. .

Therefore, I don't even think about getting any good food from here, but the kind of homeless people present certainly don't have such thoughts, what they are after is nothing more than mere food.

Even after searching for a long time, the little boy still found nothing. There has been a shortage of food in the city in recent days, but the little boy refused to give up because of his desire to survive. And it burst open, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Suddenly, there seemed to be an irregular black and white object in front of his eyes, which made the boy startled, and stared at the black object in disbelief.

How is this possible?this is?
That is?

steamed stuffed bun!

how is this possible?Who would throw things like steamed stuffed buns into the trash? The boy's heart was pounding, and he couldn't believe it.

The next one, but he suddenly moved his hand carefully pretending to be nonchalant, and then quietly touched a certain part of the clothes without everyone noticing.

Then he continued to rummage through the garbage as if nothing had happened. He knew that this bun was enough to make everyone present work hard for him. When you meet a steamed stuffed bun, no one will let it go!
Even among this group of vagrants, there is no shortage of competition and killing, even more ferocious than the residents of the ancient city, but their innate physical weakness makes their ferocity only show in this garbage dump. on the weak.

Carefully glanced around, seeing that everyone didn't seem to pay too much attention to this place, the little boy quietly breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that he had saved this bun for the time being, of course he also knew that if he left now, someone would be suspicious , that is the real disaster.

Therefore, the boy resisted the temptation of the steamed stuffed bun and gently sniffed the faint scent of meat and oil, as if he felt his body fluid was constantly secreting in his mouth. The boy suppressed the desire in his heart and continued to search for it Rubbish.

Finally, perhaps good luck favored this young man again, and he turned out a small multigrain cake, which he said was a multigrain cake, but it was just a cake mixed with various wild vegetables, but it was still a good one in the past food.

The boy pretended to cheer, and took the half-slapped multigrain cake, as if showing off his harvest, and walked excitedly to his small nest.

The eyes of the people around were flickering, but after thinking about the boy's impressive fighting power and life-threatening fighting skills, it seems that it is not worth comparing the multigrain cakes. After all, there is still some food in the middle of this garbage dump.

The boy had calculated that the crowd would not follow, and cautiously slipped into a small wooden house that was simply built from old rotten planks with two huge bluestones. On the left and right were large bluestones with natural terrain. The boy It's just a wooden door on the top and back and forth.

Of course, the boy will not store anything in it, and no one will store anything.

However, when he flashed into it, the boy still breathed a sigh of relief. This simple hut obviously gave him a great sense of security, and carefully took out the slightly warm bun that had been warmed by his body.

Staring at the best thing he has touched since birth with trembling hands, the boy still feels a little unbelievable that the legendary steamed stuffed bun is actually in his hands?

Gently wiped off the dust on the surface, the boy took a small bite of the edge of the bun, and the strong aroma hit the taste buds in an instant, it was so sweet, it was far beyond the comparison of the cakes he had eaten Yes, although both are made from noodles.

Reason told the boy that he should eat the multigrain cake first, and eat this bun slowly, so that he can enjoy the deliciousness of the bun more, but thinking of the sweetness in his mouth just now, the man is still a little hard to make up his mind.

(End of this chapter)