This man is carrying a long knife, and he looks really majestic. If he punches it, even a powerful bull will die immediately. He is wearing a raincoat and carrying a long knife, and the cold light of the long knife is shining in the sky.
The night sky in this deserted village is quite dazzling.
At this time, Huagu had just come back from the mountain. She heard footsteps and knew that someone was coming. She knew that the person who came was not good, but she did not avoid it. She had no choice but to stand in front of the door of her house. Her children were already
She was not by her side, but the one accompanying her was this big man wearing a raincoat and carrying a long knife.
"Are you here?" Huagu asked quietly, very afraid that others would hear her, and then she glared at the big man with white eyes.
"Here, can you come? I want to come and eat your food." The swordsman said so. The scar on his face was clearly visible at this time. It must have been left by someone's knife, but there was
This scar and the long swordsman look even more ferocious and terrifying.
"I don't want you to come here, go away. You are not welcome here. I have to cook and I can't spend time with you." Huagu said. But after saying this, she sat aside speechlessly and asked again while lighting the fire.
Take a secret look at this man.
Hua Gu lit a fire in her kitchen for a while, and then started to stir-fry vegetables again. At this time, the long swordsman came to the side of the kitchen and helped Hua Gu light the fire. The light of the fire was reflected in the fire.
Okay, his face was really ugly at this moment, but his majestic muscles did not disgust the flower girl. Instead, she smiled quietly in her heart.
After burning the fire for a while, the long swordsman left, but the wind and snow outside became even worse, raging across the deserted village. But doesn't this mean that next year will be a good year? The long swordsman shook off the snowflakes on his clothes,
I looked at the moon in the sky. It appeared for a while and then disappeared into the depths of the clouds, nowhere to be found.
"Come back tomorrow, and remember to open the door for me. I won't come unless my foot is broken." The swordsman dropped these words and left with a smile.
For a moment, in this deserted village, almost nothing could be heard again, only the wind was howling, and the Grimm Mountains in the distance seemed to be singing a beautiful song.
Shaoqiu stayed in his house when he saw a piece of wind dust rolling over from the sky. This was obviously the surrounding desert being blown up by the strong wind. This deserted village in the desert was almost completely blown away by the strong wind.
It would take the whole village to be swept up. Fortunately, the strong wind was not too strong. Otherwise, the consequences could be imagined.
The night is getting darker. The wind and snow are still raging in the deserted village, and deep in the dark night, someone seems to be crying. No one seems to know who is crying. It seems that only this young boy is left in this deserted village.
The sound of reading in a dilapidated house.
The sound of the small river going east seems to have been frozen in this heavy snowy day and can no longer be heard, but it doesn't matter, Shaoqiu can still be happy. I wonder if Xiaohua is okay now? In this ghostly weather with wind and snow, thinking
Xiaohua, it is really warm and meaningful.
In this dark night, Shaoqiu heard someone coming again, knocking on his door. This was the last thing he wanted to see. Because he was reading a book, and no one seemed to be able to understand how good this book was.
His thin figure was projected on the wall. I don't know why. Looking at his thin figure, Shaoqiu himself felt distressed. He had already been reduced to this, what's the point of it?
The lung disease has not yet recovered, but the wind and snow outside have not eased a little because of this. No, it has not eased, but has become more ruthless and cruel. Facing this annoying wind and snow alone, Shaoqiu's heart became extremely cold.
He is coughing, and do the people in the deserted village care about his cough? It seems not. Maybe only Xiaohua is kind to him, and the other people are looking forward to his early death. If he dies,
Don't his house and his fields belong to them?
However, Shaoqiu doesn't want to die, because there are still things to do, and it would be poetic to die after all the things are done. However, at this time, he absolutely cannot die!
However, at this late night, someone knocked on the door. The sound was not very loud, but it was audible. Shaoqiu opened the door and saw no one. Only the wind was knocking, as if it was also teasing him.
At this time, he opened the book again and looked at it. At this time, someone kicked the door, which made the already broken door look even more broken. At this time, the man rushed in covered with snowflakes and stood in front of the door.
Shaoqiu's house stamped his feet and poured the extremely dirty things in his shoes onto Shaoqiu's book, suddenly making the beautiful words in the book invisible.
"What are you?" Shaoqiu asked, with a confused look on his face.
"What are you looking at here? You're looking at my cows to death. Damn you, you are so evil-hearted." The black bandit appeared at this time and cursed like this.
"What, you are awesome, what does it have to do with me?" Shaoqiu asked.
"If you hadn't read this ghost book, would my cow have died?" the black bandit asked.
"Here, what I'm reading is The Analects of Confucius. Can't I read this too?" Shaoqiu asked, his body was shaking constantly at this time, and he really believed what this gangster said. Could it be that he really couldn't read this book?
?
"Anyway, you can't read anymore, and you have to kill my dead cow now. It's dead anyway, so you might as well eat it." The black bandit said.
"I don't know how to kill cattle." Shaoqiu said.
"You have to kill me, otherwise, some people will say that I will suffer even greater misfortune!" The black bandit said this with a very ugly look on his face.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to put down his book and follow the gangster to his house. But for some reason, there was a dead cow lying in the cold snow in his house.
The black bandit's wife stood aside and kept crying. When she saw Shaoqiu coming, she grabbed him and pinched his flesh, so that the piece of flesh was almost pinched off. And the black bandit was like this
Shi Que also kicked Shaoqiu in the leg and put a knife into his hand.
"If you don't kill the cow, you might as well kill me. I don't want to wait to die!" the black bandit said in a very arrogant tone.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to take the knife, but his slender hands could not hold the knife for a while. The knife weighed about ten kilograms, and he, with his thin skin and tender flesh, could not handle the big knife. However, one look at the appearance of the black bandit
, and didn’t dare to say that he couldn’t lift it, so he had to take the knife and get close to the cow.
As soon as the knife cut the cow's neck, Shaoqiu was so frightened that he thought, as a scholar, he had never killed a cow. But the black bandit decided to do this on his own. What was his intention?
After cutting for a long time, he only cut a layer of skin, and could no longer cut, because he felt that if he cut again, the cow would definitely hurt. Even if it was already a dead cow.
"I don't dare to do it anymore." Shaoqiu said with a sad face.
"What are you afraid of?" asked the gangster's wife.
"This..." Shaoqiu didn't know what to say.
"Get out!" The black bandit also became angry at this time. After kicking Shaoqiu hard, he kicked Shaoqiu out of his house.