The wild fox lineage can be called a demonic energy. The old fox has never told Master Liu Er that if he kills too much, he will have a demon in his heart.

In the eyes of the old fox, too many rules and regulations are the ultimate constraints on Liu Erye, a natural killer.

A great uncooked jade does not need to be carved. Just wait for the surface of the stone peeling off, and it will have a peerless style.

Liu Tugou didn't think there was anything wrong with killing intentions. He was just a little worried because he was surrounded by bad intentions, not the murderous sword-holding man he imagined, but a group of beggars with pale faces and ragged clothes.

Although the second master is not very kind and no beggar dares to get too close, it does not prevent them from surrounding the horse team with hope.

Second Master is a kind person, so he smiled gently and said, "Don't let the second Master do this, the leader gets out!"

No one responded.

Liu Tugou took off a small pocket that was bulging from the saddle and tightened the mouth. He slashed it with Tu Mie from his waist, and immediately cracked a large hole on the cloth bag.

Countless small red objects fell out of their pockets and instantly spread all over the floor.

Most of the sight in Xiaoxiaoxi Market was attracted, and countless people soon took a breath.

Because, that's human ears.

The second master smiled and said, "The leader comes out, the others will be dispersed. If there is a horse or a water bag, don't blame the second master for being quick with a knife."

A group of beggars looked at each other, and suddenly someone shouted, "Run!", and a group of poor children immediately ran around and ran away in a blink of an eye.

It’s not entirely true that I said I had run away, there was one left.

This is a little beggar who can't tell his actual age, but he is definitely several years younger than Liu Tugou. He has dark skin, skinny skin, a bit deformed in size, and his eyes are surprisingly large.

The little beggar was covered in dust and struggled to get up from the ground. His knees were covered in blood and his face was filled with despair.

Mr. Liu smiled and asked, "Are you the leader?"

The little beggar hesitated and looked up and said, "I just want the old man to enjoy the food. The little man is weak and I am afraid that he will not be able to repay him, but he must remember it in his heart."

It's quite interesting. The little beggar didn't say yes, nor did he say no.

Mr. Liu was so happy that he could see clearly that this little beggar was clearly kicked to the ground and left to the tank.

"Is there a useless thing to remember in my heart? Is the uncle like a kind-hearted person?" Mr. Liu Er asked with interest while playing with the Tu Mie Knife in his hand.

The little beggar seemed to have tried his best and whispered his neck, "My mother knows how to die when she says she's so kind, but later she starved to death. I've eaten countless bites of leftovers this year and lived to this day after eating countless bites of leftovers. How can I repay so many great kindnesses in life!"

The little gai'er stared at the shiny blade in Liu Tugou's hand with big eyes, "It's easy to make me work hard. I'll exchange my life for you and let me earn my own food. This is the kindness of a meal that I know when I die!"

Liu Tugou smiled. He took off the long iron knife on his back and threw it at the little beggar.

The little gai'er always stared at Liu Tugou's every move. When he saw the long knife suddenly flying towards him, his big eyes widened.

Subconsciously reached out to take it, but unexpectedly the long sword was too heavy, and he was taken to the ground, and his knees hit the ground again. However, from beginning to end, the little beggar's little hand that grabbed the sword never let go.

Liu Tugou smiled brightly: "Second Master is not as lucky as you, but the devil's father only left a good knife. But you have a good mother who told you a good thing that is hard to buy. Don't forget it!"

The little beggar held the knife hard, got up without saying a word, and stood silently beside Liu Tugou's white horse. Tears fell drop by drop in the soil, turning into countless small mud balls.

"Go and find the horse dealer." Before the little beggar who was thinking of her mother could cry, Liu Tugou ordered.

The little beggar quickly responded loudly, still holding the knife in both hands, and ran out quickly.

The long sword stood up, about the same height as a beggar, and could only hold it horizontally, making the poor child's back look somewhat funny.

Funny, but not ridiculous.

A good knife is especially expensive in Tianshui County. How many beggars who grow tenaciously like weeds, take a piece of iron that cannot be weighed and dare to go to the desolate wilderness to earn a bowl of blood, not to mention the sword that many people dream of even passing on to their children and grandchildren after their death.

Just like a child walking in a bustling city with gold, and within Liu Tugou's sight, the beggar is as peaceful as Mount Tai.

Perhaps this scene will still be talked about by many people who have witnessed it many years later, but the greater possibility is that it will be buried in the rolling yellow sand soon and will not be mentioned again.

There are too many remote corners like Wuding County. Only a generation can climb to a sufficiently striking height, or even none of them. Then this generation gradually turns into dust and disappears without a trace like clouds.

No one knows how long a beggar can live and how tall it can climb, let alone care.

The same is true for Lanling Dog Slaughter, who came to a small county town thousands of miles away.

A short yellow-faced man who really sells horses for a living, perhaps also has other part-time jobs, was brought to Liu Tugou by a beggar, and smiled and said with a pity: "Don't you want to sell horses?"

Mr. Liu grinned and said, "Are you the leader?"

The yellow-faced man's face changed and he smiled forcefully: "I have never seen a true Buddha in the countryside, so I will laugh at you."

"Can you eat these horses?" Liu Tugou was in a good mood. It was rare that villains did not remember them.

The man was stunned. Seeing that this man seemed to be ignorant, he said: "It's not that he is ignorant of raising his horses. It's a bit hot when he buys these horses..."

Liu Tugou suddenly closed his eyes.

The horse dealer felt a palpitation for no reason, and then a strange scene that made him and even the entire western market seem to be in a state of silence.

Apart from the white horse under the crotch of the swordsman in black, the rest of the horses fell to the ground one by one, and their heads were lying respectfully on the ground, motionless.

Mr. Liu opened his eyes, raised his foot and kicked the little beggar on the shoulder. Seeing that he was still surprised, he opened his mouth wide and smiled, "Go, kill the horse!"

The little gai'er closed her mouth and looked at Liu Tugou with confusion, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Liu Tugou no longer paid attention to the beggar, but just smiled and looked at the horse-selling man with a change in expression.

The little beggar gritted his teeth and first placed the long iron knife flat on the ground, then pulled it out little by little, and raised it up with both hands.

The body is dark, the blade is bright, and the cold air is overwhelming.

Since Erye went down the mountain, this knife was unsheathed for the first time. There was even a vague legend in the green forest that the reason why the black-clothed white horse demon never had to carry a long sword on his back was that he had not yet encountered an opponent worth drawing the sword. The truth is that Erye would not use such a long sword.

The little beggar mustered up the courage, used all his strength, raised the long sword over his head, and slashed hard!

The long knife slashed on the slender neck of a poor yellow horse, and blood splattered everywhere.

I don’t know if the beggar was not strong enough or the blade was not sharp enough, but the horse’s neck was cut in half.

The yellow horse kicked its hooves, but it could not stand up because of a heavy long knife pressing on its neck. The poor horse, whose fur was stained with his blood, struggled desperately and soon died.

The little beggar, who still held the hilt of the knife in both hands, glanced at Liu Tugou again. Seeing that his expression was normal, he had to turn around and slowly draw the knife.

The blade rubbed against the flesh and blood fascia, making a very uncomfortable and strange sound.

Perhaps the bloody scene before was too tragic, the little beggar who raised his knife again chose a dark horse.

Without hesitation, he cut his neck with one knife.

Liu Tugou nodded and smiled, "Okay!"

The little beggar raised his sword three times.

The horse dealer suddenly spoke: "Slow down! Uncle, you want all these little horses!"

The little beggar seemed to have not heard it, and the long sword slashed down hard.

This time I got close, and my head and face were immediately sprayed by horse blood, but my impressive big eyes couldn't blink.

Draw and lift again.

"It's OK."

The voice of the white horse-bearing man in black seemed to come from the sky, and it was particularly remote in the little beggar's ears.

The little beggar stopped and held the knife up. First, he looked at the blade without any blood stains. Then he slowly turned around, found the scabbard, stuffed the long knife back little by little, picked up the knife again, and stood back to Liu Tu dog and horse.

At this distance, my beloved could kick his shoulder with his foot up, the little beggar thought.

Liu Tugou seemed to see himself when he was ten years old.

He let out a long sigh. Except for the beginning, this time, Guan Xiang Tu Miao Dao was open for most of the time, which was not easy for Liu Tugou.

The surviving horses seemed to suddenly wake up from the nightmare, jumping up one after another, breathing heavily and very manic.

The white horse Awei neighed a long time, and the mane on his neck danced with the wind, majestic. The horses quickly calmed down and returned to their previous silent appearance.

The horse seller was shocked and envious. Could this be the legendary horse king?

Liu Tugou kicked the little beggar who was stunned and said: "Go and choose a horse, and you will deal with it if you die. Do you owe a lot of life-saving graces? It's very simple..."

He looked down at the little beggar who looked up and smiled, "I'll give it one mouthful."

The little beggar nodded fiercely.

He walked into the horse trinket, and the smell of blood immediately caused the horse trinket to be slightly commotion.

Without any trouble of choosing, the little beggar quickly led out a shorter and slender black horse. The horse was very obedient and did not resist at all.

Liu Tugou nodded, turned to the man and said, "Everything else is sold to you, so you should make as much money as you should. Let's be kind to make money!"

The man selling the horse yellow face smiled bitterly and nodded, "I'll listen to you!"

He hesitated for a while and finally asked: "I dare to ask what the uncle calls me, and I can tell the village man below when I go back, so as not to bump into the true Buddha again!"

Liu Tugou laughed and said heroically: "Liu Tugou, yes, I am the second leader of the Sick Tiger Mountain. I am the one who is known as the Living King of Hell!"

Such a vicious and vicious name made the man who was originally listening to the ears dumbfounded and could not speak out, but the little beggar kept this name firmly in his heart.
Chapter completed!