Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Melu is a place to collect ore, where thousands of people mine every day.

The status of these people is very low. Most of them are e-powered. These people are the weakest and incompetent in the empire. They have no viability and can only do the hardest labor to support themselves.

Of course, there are also imperial criminals who include some exiles. They must be imprisoned in this place for the rest of their lives. They cannot leave this mine for a lifetime and exchange their daily labor for food.

The body of Shen Mubai is one of these imperial criminals.

The sound of jingle jingle kept ringing around, and a group of people slammed their heads and shovel.

Shen Mubai wiped the sweat on his forehead, and his heart was extremely desperate. "System, what hello do you have with me?"

Can her life suffer a little bit more, and she will fall to the point of mining for a living, so that is enough, for most of the month, she has not even eaten a bite, not a nutrient solution or nutrient solution all the time, occasionally There is only one piece of steamed meat and three pieces of meat. Oh, the meat is almost as big as a little finger.

Perhaps it is the feeling of deep grievances, the system is hard to have no mouth, "the host is not safe."

Shen Mu was so angry that he didn’t have a shovel in his hand. He took a deep breath and watched the supervisor at that end rushing over the whip and hurrying down to continue mining.

No one dares to be lazy, but can only work hard and hard, otherwise it will be a beating.

Working for twelve hours a day, the only end of the exploitation of the exploited person is to throw it there, regardless of whether or not, to be self-sufficient, and soon a new group of people will replace them.

It is so cruel and cruel.

The four-hour working hours immediately ended. A group of people lined up in a timely manner to lead the distribution of nutrients. They were dressed in dirty and old clothes, covered in gray face, and their faces were numb and indifferent.

But this is not the case at all. Those exiled criminals are difficult to discipline. They are more mentally active. They often use their own strength to oppress the existence of their weaker, or pull out the gang, fight for the benefit of the fight. Contradictions are commonplace. Even supervisors are sometimes a headache. As long as they don’t make too many things, they can’t be seen.

Anyway, as long as these people are within their control, those small fights are insignificant.

The nutrient solution has no taste, sliding along the throat to the esophagus, cold and cold.

"Roy." A man sat down beside Shen Mubai, his eyes did not hide his arrogance and obsession, and his movements scorned close, like a snake, his eyes were sticky and disgusting.

Shen Mubai had a goose bump, full of resistance and disgust, and avoided the hand he had to reach. The voice was cold and cold. "Please respect, Ruby."

The man who called Luby shrugged. "Well, since you don't like me coming close to you, I can stay a little farther."

This is what he said, but his eyes did not leave the face that fascinated him.

Roy is a very good man, even though his face is covered by dirt, but the eyes are the most beautiful he has ever seen.

Like a Pandora's box, it tempts people to snoop and possess.

Ruby's gaze couldn't help but slipped into his sleek butt, revealing a disgusting smile. "Roy, what do you think of me?"

Shen Mubai looked at him, thinking coldly, the ghost must be with you.

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