Another person carried the little boy on his back, but the weight became heavier and heavier, making him miserable.
On the way back to the mountain, we had to replace several bandit boys, and they were all so exhausted!
After finally reaching the bandit's den on the top of the mountain, the little boy looked around and said, "Uncles, this is not my home. Why did you bring me here? I want my grandpa, I want to find my grandpa..."
The little boy started crying.
"I am your grandfather!"
A rough voice came from the big chair covered with tiger skin in front.
The torches on the walls on both sides lit up in an instant, and a man with a voice as rough as his was leaning lazily on a tiger-skin chair.
The man was still holding a wine bottle in his hand, and he was drunk and blurry, but at this time, a pair of squinting eyes were wandering around the little boy's body.
Yes, lustful.
The little boy raised his head and looked at the man on the tiger-skin chair, pursed his lips.
Here, the second boss, who was covering his mouth, leaned forward in front of the tiger-skin chair, "Brother, I came down the mountain originally to rob a carriage, but then someone disrupted the situation and made my mouth look like this... …”
When the boss heard this, he became furious.
"How dare I, the Decepticon, do it? Let me take a look..."
When he saw the second master's bloody mouth, he was startled for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
By the end, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't stand up straight, and the wine in my mouth spurted out.
"Hahaha, I want to laugh when I see your rabbit mouth!" the boss said.
The second boss wanted to cry, "Brother, I was injured but I still respect you. I picked up this little boy on the way back to the mountain and brought him back for you to play with."
The headmaster said: "Well, not bad, you know I'm good at this, so hurry up and take care of the wound. I'll reward you later!"
"Thank you, brother!"
The second master bowed several times and hurriedly ran out of the hall, covering his mouth.
Here, the big boss got off the tiger-skin chair and came to the little boy. He stretched out his hand to hold the little boy's chin, and raised his little face to look at him.
"Uncle, do you like playing with children?" The little boy was no longer afraid at this moment, and looked at the master in front of him with a childlike expression.
The headmaster smiled coquettishly and said, "I like to play with little boys. Those as big and beautiful as you are my favorite."
"Uncle, what kind of games do you like to play? I'll accompany you!" the little boy asked with bright eyes and a smile.
This handsome little appearance really made the boss feel itchy, and he wished he could eat him right now!
"Uncle can play any game..."
"Really? Then let's warm up by shaking hands first!"
The little boy said, stretching out his little hand.
This little hand is as polished as his body.
This made the big boss couldn't help but think about it. He chuckled, stretched out his big hand that had just held the nose, and took the little boy's little hand.
"Uncle, your hands smell so bad. Did you pick your nose?" the little boy asked again.
The boss grinned, "You know all this, little ghost head, you're so awesome!"
"Hehe!" The little boy also laughed, and then his eyes suddenly turned sharp.
Just a crisp cracking sound was heard from the master's wrist.
"ah!"
The boss yelled and jumped to the side with his burning wrist.
"Little devil..."
"Uncle, you look like a black bear with a tall cow and a big horse. Why can't you exert such strength? Hey, you are really weak!"
The little boy stood there with a smile, shook his head, and sighed like a little adult.
The boss regained his composure, rubbed his still painful wrist, and looked at the little boy with narrowed eyes: "Little Guitou, you like to play with this, right? Okay, I'll play with you!"
He picked up another fist as big as a sandbag and smashed it at the little boy.
First beat this brat half to death, and then ravage and destroy him!
When a fist hit him, the little boy suddenly leaned over.
"Oops, the shoes are open..."
He said with a smile, squatting on the ground and pulling out his shoes.
The headmaster punched the air above his head and knocked him empty.
"You brat, you still want to hide?"
The big boss sneered, looked at the little boy squatting on the ground, and swept over with a tornado kick.
When his long-legged eyes were about to scan the little boy's body, the little boy suddenly put one hand on the ground, his small body rose into the air, rotated in a circle with his palm as the center, and then squatted back to the ground steadily.
"It's fun, it's so fun!"
He clapped his little hands, stood up, and looked at the embarrassment-filled boss in front of him with a smile.
"Uncle, I'm standing here for you to hit, but why can't you hit me? Are your eyesight blurred?"
He asked seriously, and he asked in front of all the bandits in the hall.
The headmaster was furious, his eyes showing a fierceness that wanted to tear everything apart.
"Little devil, I didn't expect that there are still two more moves, huh? If you can still catch this third move, I will take your last name!"
"bass!"
The big boss pulled out a shiny broadsword. The broadsword was like a woman's ear piercing, with a row of small round holes and a row of small iron hooks hanging on it.
When the big boss swung his machete and chopped off the little boy's shoulder, the other bandit brothers in the hall were stunned.
This big knife weighs dozens of kilograms. The headmaster used to use this knife to chop a black mule snatched from the mountain into two halves and eat it with wine.
Such a handsome little boy, with tender skin and tender flesh, could not survive this knife...
Some who were equally ferocious became excited, while some who were timid were so frightened that they covered their eyes and did not dare to look.
"clang!"
After a crisp sound, gravel on the ground splashed up like raindrops.
Where the little boy stood, a deep groove was cut into the ground, but the little boy was nowhere to be found.
"Where's the little devil?"
The headmaster's face was filled with astonishment. How could he who was standing here just now disappear in the blink of an eye?
"Uncle, I'm here!"
A pleasant child's voice suddenly came from above his head.
"Where? Where?"
The headmaster turned his neck and looked around, but couldn't see him.
"Bang!"
A small stone hit the headmaster on the head.
"I'm above your head!" the little boy's voice sounded again.
The headmaster looked up and saw that the little boy had sat on the beam of the roof without knowing it, his feet hanging down and swaying gently.
The headmaster was so angry that he stamped his feet and wanted to chop down the beam, but the sword was stuck in the stone gap on the ground and could not be pulled out.
"Master, you can't. If the beam breaks, the house will collapse..."
Someone below shouted to dissuade him.
The boss won't listen.
"Go away, if I don't chop this little devil's head into meat sauce and drink it with you, I will take his last name!"
The eldest master spat into his hands, kicked his feet to the ground, and stretched out his arms to hold the handle of the big knife.
Roaring wildly: "Hey!"
The broadsword rose up with a string of sparks, and he swung the broadsword and slashed at the beam above his head...
