Fatty Liu took his beloved Mauser pistol and fired two shots into the air: "Come out! If you don't come out, I will beat you into a sieve, you little brat!"
Ma Xingkong walked out with a smile, and there was a smile on his face under the light of the torch.
"Son, turtle, run? Why don't you run?" "Bang!" A shot hit Ma Xingkong's feet, splashing some dirt. Fatty Liu asked: "Where are the other people? Tell me!"
Ma Xingkong smiled: "Do you think I can say it?"
"Then let you die!" Fatty Liu raised his hand. Zhang Hanmin hurriedly stopped him: "Yingzuo, this is the best bait. If you keep it, you can attract all the bandits on Wuniu Mountain. Once Wuniu Mountain is destroyed,
, Heilongling, Laojiashan and other bandits can’t even survive for a few days!”
Fatty Liu was very unwilling. According to his past temper, anyone who dared to go against him would have a bad end. "I'm going to kill him today! If he doesn't run away again, this kid has already escaped from prison. This bastard
The river prison can't hold him, I won't be relieved until he dies!"
"Stop!" A woman's voice suddenly came from behind. Cui'er separated from the crowd and stood in front of Ma Xingkong. She was still helped with her hands, but her spirits were much better. Her eyes were filled with fire, and she looked like the prisoner.
Two people. "Captain Liu, you promised me that you would let my brother go!"
"Hmph!" Fatty Liu snorted: "You bastard, you still have the nerve to negotiate terms with me. Since you like this turtle son so much, I will help you today and let you two go to the underworld to be husband and wife!"
"Bang!" There was a gunshot with no warning at all. No one expected that Fatty Liu would actually shoot. Tweety's body shook back, and a bright red color seeped out from her little red cotton-padded jacket on her chest, dyeing the cotton-padded jacket.
It turned purple. Ma Xingkong hugged Cui'er and burst into tears.
"Tweety! Tweety!" Ma Xingkong kept calling Tweety's name with a cry. Tweety slowly opened her eyes and smiled slightly: "Brother!"
Fatty Liu also regretted firing the shot. Although Cui'er was not his wife and had nothing to do with him, she must still be the woman he liked. Being shot to death by him still felt a little uncomfortable.
Endurance. Cui'er endured the pain, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and reached out to touch Ma Xingkong's face. Ma Xingkong hurriedly grabbed Cui'er's hand and put it on his face. The hot tears left Cui'er drop by drop.
The blood stains on the baby's body and chest were mixed together.
"Brother! This is my life! We can't be husband and wife in this life, but I will still be your sister in the next life!" Cui'er used her last bit of strength to look at Ma Xingkong: "Brother, don't cry, I am an unclean woman, you
If you don’t dislike me, I will be your ghost in life and your ghost in death!”
"Fat Liu! I'll kill you!" Ma Xingkong rushed towards Fatty Liu like a mad man. The soldiers standing in the front row even forgot that they still had guns in their hands and hurriedly backed away.
Zhang Hanmin shouted: "Stop him! Stop him!"
"Bang! Bang!..." There was a sudden sound of gunfire behind the officers and soldiers, and several soldiers fell down in response. There was a sudden chaos, and the torch in the guy's hand accidentally lit up the thatched hut next to him.
It caught fire. The northwest wind blew the flames and soon the whole house was on fire. This area is full of thatched houses. If one is lit, a large area will be burned, and it won't take long for the place to become a sea of fire.
When the refugees hiding in the house saw the flames, they all ran out of their homes, shouting: "Fight the fire! Fight the fire!"
The hot flames burned the skin as if it was about to crack, and the pain was unbearable. The winter was dry and windy, so the fire could not be saved at all. The officers and soldiers retreated hurriedly, and Fatty Liu followed under the protection of Zhang Hanmin.
Their own team also withdrew. They no longer thought about Ma Xingkong's life or death. Saving their own lives was the key.
Ma Xingkong's eyes were blood red, and he stared at Fatty Liu for a while. A strong arm suddenly stretched out from the shadows, hugged Ma Xingkong's neck, and dragged him into the shadows. Liu Wu whispered: "Stone
, take Miss Cui’er’s body with you and let’s go!”
Returning to Woniu Mountain, Ma Xingkong's injuries were no longer visible, and one of his trouser legs was almost stained with blood. Xiao Shunzi hurriedly helped Ma Xingkong deal with it. Cui'er's body was parked in the Juyi Hall.
A white cloth covered his body, his face was pale, and he still had a faint smile on his face.
"Brother! Find someone to prepare for Miss Cui'er's funeral! Let her be laid to rest!"
According to local customs, Cui'er should be considered a widow and cannot enter the ancestral grave. Ma Xingkong also sent people to tell Zhang Qigui. Zhang Qigui cried and scolded him if he wanted to welcome Cui'er back to Zhang Qigui.
Burial in the family's ancestral grave was absolutely impossible. In desperation, Ma Xingkong snorted: "No one wants it, I want it! From now on, Cui'er is my wife, Ma Xingkong!"
In the back mountain of Woniu Mountain, Ma Laizi was specially invited to go up the mountain, and he was shown the Feng Shui and found a treasure cave. Ma Xingkong, wearing hemp and mourning, was busy and buried Cui Er in a glorious manner. The tombstone is on
It is clearly engraved with "The Tomb of My Beloved Wife Zhang Cuier".
Although Ma Xingkong and Cui'er were not married, Lao Yezi felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this tombstone. After all, his daughter was a young lady, and Cui'er was nothing. She was a widow, and she was still a widow who got married twice. Ma
Xingkong called her his beloved wife. If his daughter comes through the door in the future, why not be a dwarf?
Sister Huo doesn't think so. Ma Xingkong can do this. It just so happens that this man is absolutely reliable. Ma Xingkong like Cui'er will never leave him. If he follows Ma Xingkong, he will definitely make no mistake.
"Miss? What are you daydreaming about?" Seeing Sister Huo's daze, Little Butterfly knew that he must be thinking about Ma Xingkong, and laughed: "Ma Xingkong has a wife now, if you marry
In the past, I could only serve as a child for others, and the master would definitely not agree to it!"
"This is my business, don't worry about it! Don't talk too much!" Sister Huo glared at Xiaodie. She was thinking about big things. Men like Ma Xingkong are rare. If you miss it, you may never find him again.
Not here. Sister Huo must have made up her mind that she must marry Ma Xingkong.
Laojiashan became lively. Under the orders of Sister Huo, the whole mountain went out to buy various dowries. Lao Yezi wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he decided to let it go. His daughter knew best and she would definitely not be able to stop her.
.Since Ma Xingkong took Cui'er as his wife, he should observe mourning for at least one year after his death. His daughter could only calm down if she asked Ma Xingkong to pour a basin of cold water on him.
It was a sunny day, and the winter jasmine flowers on the roadside were already in bloom. The yellow dots were so beautiful among the dead branches and leaves. A few birds used their paws to open the leaves on the ground to look for the hiding insects. Sister Huo was ruthless
He stretched hard and shouted loudly: "Little butterfly! Little butterfly! Quickly dress me up, I'm going to Wanniu Mountain!"