Aunt Zhou was shocked. How did he know that his husband's surname was Zhou? But she is a famous person in this village, especially her promising son. Who doesn't know, who is not afraid? She can call her.
The name, nothing strange.
Then he waved his handkerchief and walked forward, smiling like a trumpet flower and pulling the man, "Do you know our wealthy family? He was as handsome as you when he was a child, but this dead boy didn't learn well, and he became a bandit recently. You said he was a
What's the point of bandits? I think it's only better to follow Ziyi Hou from Qinzhou to do things. Then you will become the emperor in the future..."
The man looked at her coldly, without saying anything, but just wrapped his hands with black bandages and firmly held the handle of the sword. Aunt Zhou pulled the man and walked towards his room with a smile.
In the room, an old man in his sixties was smoking on the hot kang. When he saw Aunt Zhou pulling a handsome man, he didn't say anything, but just kowtowed him on the earthen kang with a cigarette pipe.
"Old man, tell you, this guest may know our son. Even though he comes from a foreign country, he can call out my Aunt Zhou's name..." Aunt Zhou smiled and shook his handkerchief.
Then he went to the kitchen to make noodle soup for the man.
The man stood there without moving, and his cold eyes glanced at the old man on the kang. The old man sucked his big cigarette puff and met the man's sight. The man's eyes that were so beautiful that he could see the extreme seemed to condense ice. He held the sword.
Looking at the old man for a moment.
The old man knocked his big pipe again and mocked, "I advise you to leave. She wants you to be a young man at Goulangxuan. Be good people, don't be beaten by her in vain!"
The man still didn't say anything, just holding the sword's hand and moved. The old man seemed to have expected his movements and snorted coldly, "It's useless, this old ditch is around ten miles, all of which are the small and scrambled forces, you
Can one kill one person, one hundred and a thousand people?"
The man frowned and didn't understand what the old man meant. The old man stood up and pointed at the outside with a cigarette puff, "Look at this old ditch, can you still see a normal middle-aged man? I asked that little bastard to take him up the mountain.
Become a bandit, what is a bandit? You are a thief! Our Zhou family has developed such a bad thief. He is the name of practicing the law for heaven and doing something that is harmful to heaven..."
The old man was excited for a moment and actually started coughing. The man narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and he was still silent. Aunt Zhou had already walked out with the soup noodles. She placed the steaming noodles on the table on the earthen kang, looked at the old man fiercely and pointed at the
The old man cursed with a slight nose, "You are immortal, our son is a thief, what are you? What food do you wear and eat is not what your son exchanges for his life? You dare to call him a bastard, you are an old bastard.
Egg!"
The old man shivered in anger, threw his puff aside, stroking his chest and gasping, "That little bastard was taught like this by you, killing, setting fire, raping, lewd and abusing, and what other things are harmful to the heavens that he has never done before
Yes, be careful of retribution, retribution!"
Aunt Zhou pulled the apron on her body and stretched out her claws to fight the old man's life. However, before she got close to the old man, a sword had cut off her neck. She didn't feel the pain, but her neck was chilly, as if a cold wind was pouring in.
In her throat, she lowered her head and saw blood flowing down, bright red, like tears from people.
She staggered, step by step, and then fell there, killing her, with her eyes wide open, looking at the old man not far away.
The old man coughed and held the man, suddenly cried. He knelt on the ground and howled loudly, "Retribution, retribution, I know that this day will always come!"
Before he could finish crying, he had already hit the door post. Blood burst out from Lao Gao. He said to the man intermittently, "Don't kill him, we will pay his life..."
The man still didn't say anything, but walked out. The cold wind blew, and his ink clothes danced in a feminine arc in the wind, like a soul-catching waiter in hell.
On Laoshan, the skeleton flag was waving in the wind. Several leaders in the village were drinking and eating meat at the mouth of the river. They had just done a big deal, which would allow them to eat and drink for three lifetimes.
A small minion came outside in panic and reported that a man came to the village. The man walked along the way and didn't say anything. Someone dared to come forward to stop him, but he solved it with a sword. No one knew what he was from, it was just his.
Martial arts are so high that it is scary.
The leader frowned, put down the bowl, and cursed, "It's so fucking uneasy, brothers, scout the guys!"
The other two went out with the leader together. In the darkness, they couldn't see the person coming clearly. They just felt that the chilled man merged with the darkness. He was wearing moonlight, carrying light, holding a sword, as if from hell
Come.
Everyone held the spear and looked at the man in black tremblingly. The man in black went further and they took a step back. The body behind the man in black had already explained everything. He was not a good master, and no one wanted to
Make a back cushion.
As soon as the three leaders appeared, the scene became boiling. Many people who wanted to seek credit and receive rewards in front of the leaders suddenly felt like they were injected with chicken blood, holding spears to surround the man. The man's sword was moving and his feet were moving.
He seemed not to be watching the minion besieging him next to him, but went straight toward the leader while killing him.
He took action without any mercy and did not leave any chance to survive. All the minions who came forward died at his feet would step on their bodies, and the blood on the tip of the sword kept falling.
The leader was already panicked and stepped back and said, "You, it's you... don't come here, someone paid for us to do that..."
The man still didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear what they were saying, but he stopped and said five words, "If you don't want to die, go!"
The minion bandit next to him shrank and looked at the three leaders. The leader was also a little panicked and pointed at the man and said, "If you kill him, you can sit in our fourth seat!"
He was so loud that he was like a big knife in his hand, pointing at the man coldly, and his eyes showed a ferocious murderous aura. He didn't know the man, nor did he know what the man was named, but he knew that the man's martial arts were very good, and he had seen him before.
Everyone has high martial arts skills.
Perhaps, he had messed with someone he shouldn't have messed with, but it was too late. He had to grit his teeth and keep going.