The little boy lived in fear of losing every day, and in fear of being killed by the giant if he was not careful.

Therefore, in every fight, he would try every possible means and do his utmost just to survive...

Once, after winning a few games, he was secretly happy, thinking that his victory was all due to his own efforts.

Perhaps, if he continues like this, after many years, he will regain the ability to defeat his stepmother and younger brother.

The ability to avenge oneself.

Until one day, he found out that he was wrong, it was all a lie, everything was a lie.

His faith collapsed.

Looking at the fake opponent, the greedy boss, and the indifferent and gloating faces of the onlookers around him, he felt sick.

So, he immediately took the opportunity to escape.

It was a race between time and life. The Colosseum sent countless brutal men to chase the skinny little boy, and he ran only with the belief that he must escape.

Until he accidentally ran into a forbidden area that no one in the entire demon world dared to set foot in, and finally no one followed him.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had finally escaped, but he found his feet were empty and he fell into a bottomless pit, and immediately passed out...

At this point, Ming Yan's voice trembled slightly. He thought Li Shushu would not know whose story he was talking about.

But Li Shushu knew that when he left heaven, he was just a small black crow without any spiritual power and could not even transform into a human form.

You can imagine how weak and helpless he is.

"And then?" Li Shushu reached out and gently stroked the back of his slightly trembling hand.

She really wanted to know what he had experienced in these 20,000 years.

How did he become so powerful so quickly and sit on the throne of the Demon Lord?

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That’s all for today. See you tomorrow, my darlings. Xoxo.