Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

But now the boy is twelve years old, and his good-looking features are gradually revealed.

Many wealthy people looked at him with ambiguous eyes.

But this degree must be grasped well.

Just as Lian Shuo was curled up thinking in the dark and damp dungeon of his own side, he suddenly heard a crisp chain clash, which was particularly noticeable in the silent night.

Lian Shuo subconsciously looked in the direction of the prison door.

A young man with a dagger in his hand opened the door of the dungeon and walked inward step by step.

With the moonlight, he could see the face of the boy in front of him clearly.

The broken black hair seemed to be unreasonable, scattered messy on the forehead of the young man in front of him. His eyebrows were heavy, under his beautiful brow bones, and his long eyelashes outlined the beautiful shape of peach blossom eyes. A pair of narrow peach blossom eyes looked like With a soft smile, she looked deceptively deceptive.

The bridge of the nose is tall and straight, and the color of the thin lips on both sides is also gorgeous. Although the facial features are immature, they can already see the beauty and grace.

He was like a fairy, with a few drops of red blood splashed around his thin lips, lining his fair skin.

"Lian Shuo."

The voice of the teenager is also soft, an indescribable gorgeousness.

"I'm Tang Huai."

Lian Shuo climbed up from the ground.

The boy who was as beautiful as a fairy...was that stubborn Tang Huai back then?

The boy tilted his head and smiled softly.

"The owner of the island has been killed."

His voice is calm and calm, as if saying that the weather is fine today.

Lian Shuo almost subconsciously looked at the dagger in his hand and the drops of blood dripping from it.

The young man seemed to notice his gaze, raised his dagger, and explained calmly.

"It's not my hand. The blood on this is my own."

Lian Shuo took a closer look and found that the blood drops that fell from the dagger actually rolled down from the boy's arm. The fine blood drops formed a gurgling blood stream across the back of his white hand, wrapped around the dagger, and finally fell. A blood flower bloomed on the ground, looking shocking.

"you……"

He pursed his lips, his voice was dry.

"You come to me to talk about this, what do you do?"

The boy seemed to smile, and admitted, "Although it was not my hand, I calculated it."

He seemed to not care about the injury on his arm at all, smiled openly and gorgeously.

"Do you want to take control of this slave island with me?"

...

Lian Shuo didn't know how Tang Huai did it.

After that, Slave Island was controlled by the two of them.

On the face of it, they are still two humble slaves, but they have already mastered the entire island.

Lian Shuo didn't know, they clearly mastered Slave Island, why they still pretended to be slaves and were bullied.

The boy just slapped his lips lazily, "What do we have now? It's just an island. If we let the people who threw you and me in know that we have the island, it would be easy to destroy us. And after they became vigilant, It’s not so easy for us to escape the next cage."

Lian Shuo looked at the boy with a soft smile in front of him, only to feel that the boy who was rotten into a mass of flesh and blood, and refused to bow his head, was still gone with time and was buried in the wind and sand of the years.

[Ps: Brother Huai can't be caught up in it. After all, he was not old before. No one would have that thought, and he was still a boy. After that, he took control of the Slave Island~ and since the last life, the memory of Xianzun has been gradually recovered. If Zhendi encounters danger, Xianzun will immediately wake up~~~ Explain to the little angels for fear of misunderstanding. Brother Huai. 】

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