This man was carrying a long knife, and he looked really majestic. If he punched him, even a powerful bull would die immediately. He was wearing a raincoat and carrying a long knife on his back, and the cold light of the long knife flashed in the night sky of this deserted village, which was quite dazzling.
At this time, Huagu had just come back from the mountain. She heard the 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 no longer around. The only person accompanying her was this big man wearing a raincoat and carrying a long knife.
"Are you here?" Huagu asked quietly, fearing that others would hear, and then glared at the big man with white eyes.
"Here, can you come? I want to come and eat your food." The swordsman said so, and the scar on his face was clearly visible at this time. It must have been left by someone's knife, but there is This scar, this long swordsman looks even more ferocious and terrifying.
"I don't want you here, so get out of here. You're not welcome here. I have to cook and I don't have time to spend with you." Hua Gu said. But after saying this, he sat aside speechlessly and secretly glanced at the man while lighting the fire.
Hua Gu lit a fire in her kitchen for a while, and then started to stir-fry vegetables. At this time, the long swordsman came to the side of the kitchen and helped Hua Gu light the fire. Under the firelight, his face was really ugly at this time, but the majestic muscles did not disgust the flower girl. Instead, she smiled quietly in her heart.
After burning the fire for a while, the 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 swordsman shook off the snowflakes on his clothes and glanced at the moon in the sky. The moon appeared for a while and then disappeared into the depths of the clouds, nowhere to be found.
"Come back tomorrow. 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 and 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 swept up by the strong wind, which almost swept up the entire village. Fortunately, the strong wind was not too strong, otherwise the consequences could be imagined.
The night is extremely dark. The wind and snow are still raging in the deserted village, and deep in the dark night, someone seems to be crying, and no one seems to know who is crying. In this deserted village, it seems that the only sound left is the sound of Shaoqiu reading in a dilapidated house.
The sound of the river going east seemed to be frozen in this heavy snowy day and could no longer be heard, but it didn't matter, Shaoqiu could still be happy. I wonder if Xiaohua is okay now? In this windy and snowy weather, thinking about Xiao Hua 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 is reading a book, and no one seems to be able to understand how good this book is. His thin figure was projected on the wall. For some reason, looking at his thin figure, Shaoqiu himself felt heartbroken. He had already fallen into this state, so what was the point of it?
The lung disease has not yet recovered, but the wind and snow outside have not eased a little for this reason. No, it has not eased, but has become more ruthless and cruel. Facing this annoying snowstorm alone, Shaoqiu felt extremely cold.
He was coughing, and did the people in the deserted village care about his cough? It seemed not. Maybe only Xiaohua was kind to him, and the other people were looking forward to his early death. If he died, wouldn't his house and his fields belong to them?
However, Shaoqiu doesn't want to die, because there are still some 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 outside the door, making the already broken door look even more broken. At this time, the man rushed in covered with snowflakes, stamped his feet in Shaoqiu's house, poured the extremely dirty things in his shoes onto Shaoqiu's book, and suddenly the beautiful words in the book were The text is invisible.
"What are you doing?" Shaoqiu asked, with a confused look on his face.
"You are still here looking at what are you looking at? You are looking at my cow 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 this 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 trembling constantly at this time, and he really believed what this gangster said. Could it be that he really couldn't read this book? ?
"You can't read anyway, 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 be even more unlucky!" 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 black bandit 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. At this time, the black bandit 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, was not qualified for the big knife. However, after seeing the appearance of the black bandit, he didn't dare to say that he couldn't handle it, so he had no choice but to hold 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. And this 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 he could no longer cut, because he felt that if he cut again, the cow would definitely hurt. Even if this is 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.
