The snow in Changling County began to melt when Gu Qingci left. However, the 100,000 mountains, thousands of valleys and ravines were very high, a little higher than the northern desert, and there were still many universities here.

Gu Qingci followed Zhang Dashan out. The cold wind blew snowflakes to his face, making Gu Qingci feel a chill. However, for only a slight moment, the Nine Yang Divine Art was so powerful that it automatically swam around the world in its body, even when sleeping, it could be like this.

The cold wind was blowing and the snow was floating. Walking in this small village, the world was already pure white. In the snow, you could occasionally see a few trees. Gu Qingci carried his sword and a black box on his back, and looked at the villagers who were rushing towards the center of the village, his eyes became colder and colder.

Gu Qingci is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business, but he doesn't like horse thieves very much. Those who get on horseback are actually just the most cowardly and useless people in the world. Their cruelty is just a cover-up of weak hearts. Therefore, Gu Qingci looks down on horse thieves very much. At the same time, he is also very curious about this creature.

As it turns out, horse thieves are no different, they are really a group of horse thieves.

There is a relatively large open space in the middle of the small village. When Gu Qingci came, there were already many people here. After a brief look, there was almost one person from every family, carrying food, and some people holding wolf meat like Zhang Dashan.

On the table in the middle, there were more than twenty people carrying or carrying sabers, each of which was dressed very thickly, but it would not affect his actions. The expressions and actions of these people could see a sharp aura. Moreover, well-trained, he was definitely not an ordinary horse thief.

Everyone who came reported a name, then lined up to hand over the family's monthly tribute. A few horse thieves were responsible for checking the food, while a group of them led horses and knives to urge the villagers to hand over the food. It was natural and regular. This approach of going back and forth made Gu Qingci confused.

Horse thieves, when they get on horses, they are thieves, and they carry swords to slaughter the village. Isn’t this a portrayal of horse thieves? Why are these horse thieves so civilized?

"Damn," Gu Qingci murmured softly: "Even the horse thief keeps pace with the times?"

It’s not that Gu Qingci was surprised. Whether it was known in the past or what he saw in this life, horse thieves were all a group of inhumane and cruel beings. Wherever he passed, he was wailing everywhere, or even when he was timid, a group of regular soldiers could chase a large group of horse thieves and flee everywhere.

However, the horse thief he met today actually gave him the feeling of seeing the Iron Cavalry of the North Desert, and the orders were prohibited and the tension was moderate. Moreover, each one was as powerful as a rainbow. Although the temperament of a bandit could not be changed, it was definitely not weak with any elite soldiers.

"Grandma," Gu Qingci looked at it carefully and muttered: "There are talented horse thieves too!"

"What?" Zhang Dashan carried the food and raised his head and said in confusion: "Brother Gu, what did you say?"

"Well..." Gu Qingci looked at Zhang Dashan and said casually: "Brother Zhang, where do these horse thieves come from? Are you just letting them bully?"

"Shh!" Zhang Dashan said carefully: "Brother Gu, whisper, don't be heard," as he said, Zhang Dashan looked carefully at the horse thieves, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered: "Brother Gu, these horse thieves are from Niudong Mountain, which are dozens of miles in a radius, and they are controlled by dozens of villages. These people are so cruel that they kill without blinking. We dare not resist, and honestly hand over the food according to their requirements, and lose money to avoid disaster!"

Gu Qingci frowned and said, "Don't you go to report to the official?"

"Report to the official?" Zhang Dashan shook his head, sighed, and said, "This is a 100,000 mountain. Where can we go to report to the official? To Daxia? Or Beimo or Xining? No one cares. Moreover, if the official fails to report to the official, he offended those mountain kings, it would be terrible. Last year, someone in Zhuangmatun discussed resisting, but as a result, hundreds of people in the entire village were massacred, and no one left was left."

"So vicious!"

Gu Qingci's heart beat, and when he looked at the horse thieves, he couldn't help but stumble out with his right hand. When he touched the hilt of the sword, he hesitated for a moment and took it back.

He really wanted to kill. He looked down on people like horse thieves who were not working hard and bullied the people. What's more, he knows that these horse thieves are so vicious that they can't calm their anger if they don't kill them.

Gu Qingci is not a good person. After all, he once plotted against the two tribes and gangs to survive and died indirectly at his hands, but there were thousands of people who died indirectly at his hands. But if he was said to be a bad person, he would not be able to say that he was a bad person. In order to protect the people, he fought on the battlefield and did not remember life and death.

Gu Qingci never thought about whether to be a good person or a bad person, because he just wants to be a good person in this world. He will draw his sword if he is willing to draw his sword. If he is unwilling, what will you do to me!

He wanted to draw the sword now, but he didn't draw the sword because he had his own considerations. He was not a teenager who had just entered the world. After satisfying his vanity, he slapped his butt and left. He had to take care of each other from beginning to end when doing things.

"Bang"

Just then, a loud slap sounded.

Gu Qingci raised his head and saw a middle-aged man about the same age as Zhang Dashan being slapped to the ground by a horse thief, getting up from the snow, with blood on the corners of his mouth.

The middle-aged man got up, but knelt in front of the thief leader and begged mournfully: "Master, I beg you, let's pay less this time. My family's vagina is sick. I'll take all the food to change the medicine. It's really gone... I beg you..."

"Hmph," the leader of the horse thief snorted coldly, and said in a low voice, viciously: "I don't care about you. If you can't hand over all the food, then take your wife to take it. Anyway, they are seriously ill and dying. It's better to let us be happy before death!"

As he said that, the leader of the horse thief waved, and immediately two horse thieves came over. The leader said, "Go, take him home and bring him his wife to me!"

"No," the middle-aged man walked two steps on his knees, hugged the leader's thighs, and begged cryingly, "Master, no...I beg you..."

"Bang"

The leader kicked the middle-aged man away with one foot and smashed him hard to the ground. Before the middle-aged man could get up, the thief leader pulled out a sabre, walked to the middle-aged man, put it on his neck, and shouted: "My mother, if you don't pay food, if you don't give it to women, then what's your life?"

A rapid breathing sounded on the venue. All the villagers watched nervously, but no one dared to move. Everyone was just watching, some hid aside.

It’s not that they are cold-blooded, but that they are timid.

Gu Qingci's eyes narrowed, and he held the hilt of the sword in his back hand, and was about to kill him. Just as he was about to draw his sword, Zhang Dashan next to him suddenly shouted:
Chapter completed!