His name is Chengfeng, and there is "wind" in his name, which means wind can reach any corner of the world.
But he was trapped in the Colosseum and couldn't get out.
"Hurry up, kid, that place has been stepped on and is dirty, go and wipe it quickly."
He was used to hearing such sounds.
But he couldn't resist, because if he did he would be beaten.
He picked up the bucket and cloth, filled it with water, squatted on the ground, and wiped the muddy ground.
Sometimes people even step on you.
His hands never healed, either with frostbite or scars, all year round.
Whenever he looked at the smooth, white jade-like hands of people coming and going, he would always envy them.
When will he have a pair of hands like this?
Later, he was fifteen years old and had grown into a big boy.
Although the living conditions were not good, the food provided there was the best.
Later he realized that the meals were a debt they owed him, and they had to pay it back when they grew up.
One ordinary day, he was brought before a wolf.
He ran back in fear, only to find a completely closed iron gate waiting for him.
All his escape routes were blocked unless he could fly.
No matter how he knocked on the door, there was no response. He could only hear the laughter coming from the people upstairs.
What are they laughing at?
Laugh at his helplessness and pain?
Finally, the wolf bit him several times before being carried out.
He felt the flesh of his arm being bitten off by him.
He used to be so glad that he was just a cleaner and didn't have to be a thug.
It turns out that I was too young.
Those who can't move when they see money actually care about this.
It took him half a year to recover from the first injury.
This happened every time afterwards, and after being bitten by wild beasts a few times, it would take a few months to recover.
He wanted to die.
There is nothing left in this world for him to cling to. Rather than living in pain, it is better to be free early.
“Wake up!”
Cheng Feng didn't open his eyes or move.
"Since you don't want to wake up, I'll read you the formula for a spell. You must memorize it, and then I'll find your destined person to pass this spell on."
He added: "When you have fully mastered it, this cage will no longer be able to hold you."
Before Cheng Feng understood what he said, a completely incomprehensible language entered his mind.
He rolled on the ground holding his head, feeling like his head was going to explode with pain.
After a while, everything returned to calm.
"Instead of thinking about how you're going to die, try your best to make those who hurt you die."
After leaving these words, the mysterious man left.
Cheng Feng's head calmed down and he lay flat on the ground, looking at the small window. Light came in through it and shone on his feet.
Maybe there is still a little hope.
In the following time, Cheng Feng pondered over the man's voice bit by bit based on it in his mind.
Unfortunately, his health is so poor that he can never concentrate on his studies.
At least I'm making progress day by day.
From controlling bugs to mice to birds that fly outside your window.
He saw hope.
What he didn't expect was that this hope would suddenly expand one day.
That day, he was assigned to fight a tiger.
His ability is still too weak. He can't even control a large beast like this with just a finger.
As usual, he ran back and forth as hard as he could, and finally was treated to the tiger's fangs for a while, which marked the end of his painful day.
When he woke up, it was the same small cage he lived in, but there were a lot of people around it.
"Sir, this man is a thug we've trained since he was a child. This price..."
Then he heard the sound of silver clashing.
"not enough?"
"Enough, enough, of course it's enough. Come on, quickly carry the man to the lord's mansion."
And just like that, he felt in a half-awake state that he had been sold for a good price.
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