Updated: 2012-03-25

A ten-year-old boy killed more than a dozen strong men with his exquisite archery techniques. His behavior was as ghostly as monsters, and his heart was as cold as ice. At this age, his proficient and decisive killing techniques would be amazing no matter what.

Li Xian wiped the cavalry's neck with a knife, and then pushed the man who was not dead from the horse's back. He grabbed the horse and chose a direction to run out. The remaining twenty cavalrymen saw that the child was about to run, and knew that he had no feather arrows, so they rode their horses and chased them. At this time, in the eyes of the cavalry, the child was no longer a child, but an enemy that made them so scared that they had to kill to be at ease.

Is it a shame for these regular cavalrymen to be scared to death?

Li Xian is a child, but one thing to emphasize is that mice's children are born to steal holes, cats' children are born to climb trees, eagles' children are destined to soar in the sky, tigers' children are born to have the word "Wang" on their foreheads. Li Xian is a robber's child. Although killing is not his natural ability, he grew up in the most fierce group of horse thieves on Hebei Road. Influenced by his eyes, and he deliberately learned, the skills of killing are as familiar to him as using chopsticks for dinner.

Why does a ten-year-old child desperately learn the skills of killing?

Why?

Because Li Xian had an enemy who was almost at the peak of the world who always wanted to kill him, and Li Xian tried every means to survive, so he had to keep getting stronger and stronger. The man had been sending people to chase him since Li Xian was still in his infancy. Li Xian lived to the age of ten with great difficulty, and he was persistent in living for a long time, so Li Xian, who did not want to be killed, had to practice the means of killing. A ten-year-old child was thinking all day long about how to kill people faster and more artistic. Isn’t he a bit perverted? However, he was a pervert since he was born.

Li Xian never treats himself as a child. When children of the same age were still playing with peeing and mud in the village, he had already struggled to hold a step bow and try to open the bow that could only be pulled by a middle-aged man over and over again. His delicate fingers were covered with blood marks, and the pain of his ten fingers made him frown but would not make him retreat. When the children in the village looked at him like monsters, he was also looking at them like idiots and scoffing. A group of little kids wearing open-crotch pants clamored to play with him all day long, so how could he have time to coax the child?

When the children of the same age practiced farting and blowing pits on the soft and loose sand by the village, he had already woken up a few hours earlier than those children and practiced assassination with daggers over and over again. When he could hold the steel knife, he practiced the speed of chopping over and over again. He asked himself to do so in terms of the speed of punching and cutting, as if it were the Tianma Meteor Fist, he could not lose to Tyson at least. When the six or seven-year-old child was still playing houses and quarreling about who the bride and who the groom was, he was chopping and slashing at the hill-like dry firewood in the yard, staring at the texture of the firewood, and analyzing how to chop down more effort.

In the severe winter, he chased the unlucky rabbit barefoot in the snow and grabbed the rabbit's ears. In the cold spring, he used his hands to treat the fish's butt with his hands in the cold river water. In the early summer, he hung under a peach blossom tree beside the village to pull up and chewed a pink flower. In the golden autumn, he was already alone in the mountains and hunted wild wolf and bobcats and came back with scars. He was a child who had no happy childhood in the eyes of others. Although his mind had long been adults, others did not know it, right? But Li Xian felt that he was happy because he was still alive, and he lived for more than others. He had no good death in the previous life, and he had to swing everything in this life and live happily. At least, he could not die from a bad life.

When he was seven years old, he could already shoot the hare in the eyes. When he was eight years old, he could cut off a small tree as thick as a bowl. When he was nine years old, he could throw the 100-pound stone lock in the yard and easily catch it. When he was ten years old, he faced more than forty regular cavalry of the Great Sui Dynasty alone and killed nearly twenty people in one breath.

Then start escaping.

A lone hero? Li Xian doesn't want to do it, but his physiological age is really younger. Thirty arrows shot out in a row, even a strong adult man would be a little overwhelmed with his arms, let alone a boy who has not even developed biceps? Although Li Xian firmly believes that he is an adult, sometimes he has to surrender and feel wronged for his weak body in reality.

Oh no, it's frustrating.

Even if a man on the grassland touches a strange horse, he will try to conquer it. However, Li Xian obviously would not give the horse time to adapt to him. The dagger in his sleeve slid out and was held in his hand. Then he didn't feel sorry for the horse's butt. It would be pleasant to flatter, and it would hurt to flatter.

A frightened war horse was terrifying. Li Xian's small body was pressed against the crazy war horse's back, as if standing on a small boat and being as steady as a rock in the turbulent flow. His body was like a fallen leaf floating up and down with the horse's galloping, looking so weird and harmonious.

A little person is full of prosperity and loves to be poor and happy when he has nothing to do.

Li Xian rode his horse and was still singing.

I really don’t know how perverted a person who is so happy after killing, his psychology has become so perverted that he is indignant. More than twenty war horses were falling behind him, and the cavalry were reluctant to take the butt of their beloved mounts seriously. They would not be thrown away if they didn’t give up chasing, because they were cavalry of the Great Sui Dynasty. Even the fierce and superb prairie people dared not say that they were stronger than the other side when facing the Great Sui Dynasty cavalry, so they were proud like peacocks with their screens one by one. Although, not long ago, more than twenty peacocks were pulled out by Li Xian and turned into more than twenty white chickens.

Li Xian seemed to be free from the horse, allowing the frightened war horse to run wildly, and it seemed as if he was aimless. It seemed that only Li Xian himself knew that the poor horse was running towards the death Jedi under his control. Li Xian was a man with a beginning and an end, and since he started killing people, he would not leave a ridiculous tail. If the news of a ten-year-old child being able to kill dozens of officials and soldiers was spread, it would definitely not be a good thing for Li Xian.

Killing people is just like cutting grass to eliminate roots.

The war horse ran to a high slope, and the pain had been relieved a lot. The war horse gradually recovered its mind. So when he saw the situation below the high slope, the war horse became very resistant, and Li Xian, a disobedient beast, had always had a good idea. He put it on the ear of the war horse and whispered: "Run down, don't be afraid of death, I will burn you a paper-paste mare, the kind with big eyes and double eyelids."

The war horse roared and rushed down the high slope as if he had understood Li Xian's words. Will the horse understand human words? I don't know, but the sharp horizontal knife was inserted into the horse's butt. Li Xian slid down from the horse's back the moment the war horse jumped off the high slope, and rolled for more than a dozen before he stopped. Then he bent his waist and jumped out, like a cheetah that had found an antelope.

More than twenty cavalrymen rushed their horses and rushed down, and then there were screams of exclamation and wailing.

Under the high slope, two rows of dozens of sharpened wooden sticks were laid diagonally. The war horse that Li Xian was riding was pierced by a wooden stick and fell softly. More than 20 cavalrymen desperately held the horse, but it was so easy to stop under inertia. Only the last cavalry pulled the horse up, and the other war horses were nailed there. Not only the war horses, but seven of the twenty cavalrymen were pierced by wooden sticks when they fell down.

The fallen cavalry struggled to stand up without any death, and then they sadly found that they had stepped on large iron clamps for hunting wolves. At most, the clamps were broken but they would never kill anyone. If the clamps were poisonous, it would be a different matter. Therefore, the twenty or so cavalry in front could be said to be dead, although some of them were still alive. When the cavalry finally jumped down from the war horse that stood up, they rolled down and stood up in a mess, and suddenly found a young man standing in front of him who had reached his jaw.

The cavalry opened his mouth wide and subconsciously drew his sword. His sword did not pull out, but saw a sword light like a trained sword.

"goodbye!"

Li Xian said.

The knife breaks the throat, and blood is like a waterfall.

Li Xianji flashed and dodged easily, and the blood spurted out like a waterfall did not splash on him. He seemed to cherish his clothes very much, just like a crow cherishing his own feathers. Although his clothes were as black as the crow's feathers, there were still oil stains on his clothes that were almost almost cultivated into essence by time.

Li Xian walked slowly over and did not take a knife on the dying cavalry. The poison on the iron clip is not a powerful poisonous rat that can be eaten as snacks. A drop of Zhu Yanhong, who is genuine and innocent, can poison a black bear to death. The advertisement says so.

Li Xian walked past the cavalry who were moaning or wailing, then put away the cavalry's swords and bows and arrows, tied them with ropes and pulled them back to the high slope with difficulty. The young man dragged a bunch of weapons under the setting sun, his shadow was very long.

I don’t know when, a tall and strong man stood on the high slope. He looked at Li Xian who was struggling to pull the weapon forward, applauded, and then laughed: “I deserve to be my son, I did a pretty job!”

Li Xian raised his head and said tepidly: "First, I am not your son, at least not my biological child. Second, you can see yourself, do you look a little like a father? Third, you are shameless and ugly, and I am so beautiful, both from the front and the side, especially beautiful."

The big man laughed wildly and said, "Look at your crazy look now, you won't be able to ride on my head when you are two years older?"

Li Xian thought about it and replied seriously: "Not only do you have to ride, but you also have to pull a piece of shit on it."
Chapter completed!