At this moment, Uncle Hua came, followed by the prince, who was riding a tall horse and walking slowly. The sky is constantly filled with flowers, purple, blue, and even white. With tears on her face, Xiaohua asked her father to keep Shaoqiu safe, otherwise, she would fall from the roof of her house and die together with Shaoqiu!
At this time, Uncle Hua took the prince and walked to the door of Shaoqiu's house. Of course, he wished that Shaoqiu would die, but if this happened, Xiaohua would also have to go, which would not be good. I didn't dare to make irresponsible remarks to the black bandit, for fear that the black bandit would hit someone, but now that I have a prince, everything will be easier to handle, so what else is there to fear?
"Old Hei!" Hua Bo came forward and called the black bandit, "The prince asked you to let him go, otherwise, he said he would tell his father and kill you!"
"This?" The black bandit was confused for a moment, but now he was a little convinced. If this was true, he would be doomed. "But won't I take my revenge?"
"You are not the only one who has a grudge against him, but since the prince has spoken, what else is there to say? Just let him go. Otherwise, if you tell his father, I think you will be finished too." Hua Bo said. explain.
With tears on her face, Xiaohua followed her father, looking at Shaoqiu who was standing on the roof of the house from time to time. She really didn't want him to pretend to fall from the top, otherwise, the knife below was just a joke, right? ? At this time, Xiaohua could do anything for Shaoqiu.
"Don't let him go. He can't let him go. He slept with my wife. Otherwise, why would God ask him to vomit blood? This is clearly God's punishment for him. We must not let him go. Otherwise, I don't want to Alive." A very suspicious man said to the black gangster that he must not let Shaoqiu go, otherwise, as long as he lives in the world, he will suffer for one day.
"This?" The black bandit was quite hesitant for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Let him go," Xiaohua stood up at this time, "Look how pitiful you are, you are vomiting blood again."
"As long as you sleep with me for one night, I'll let you go!" The black bandit said in his heart at this time, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, otherwise, he would offend the prince and walk away with nothing.
"Let him go." The black bandit said.
At this time, people went to the roof of Shaoqiu's house, pulled him down, sent him to his house, and helped him close the door. However, Haohua continued to shed tears at this time. If this revenge is not avenged, what will happen in this life? As a person? However, Xiaohua's family has a prince as its backer, so what can a good flower do? If she offends the prince, it will be impossible for her to live in a deserted village again.
When Haohua left, she didn't forget to curse "He'll chop off the head!", but what's the use, so she had no choice but to wipe her tears and walk away. But if I don't avenge this revenge, how can I have the face to live in this world? At this moment, I want to go to the house to get a knife, and then I will die with this bitch!
The black bandit also did not dare to make any mistakes because of the prince's face, otherwise he would offend this man, and seeing him riding a tall horse, this man was probably not someone to be trifled with. Then he left silently, but before leaving, he did not forget to point out to Shaoqiu, telling him that he had better stop studying, otherwise, he would kill him one day.
Uncle Feng has been staying in his house since his legs were disabled. He doesn't want to go out, and he doesn't dare to go out. There are many people seeking revenge in the deserted village, and his legs are inconvenient. If he goes out, it will be in vain. If you die, you won't be so stupid! Uncle Feng lies in his bed every day and every night. Whenever he dreams back at midnight, he always tosses and turns unable to sleep. At this time, he thinks about his life. Is it really what people say? The reason why he has suffered so tragically is Was it given by the scholar in the deserted village? Uncle Feng didn't believe it for a while, but people say so, even if he doesn't believe it, it won't work!
On this day, Uncle Feng appeared in front of Shaoqiu's house on crutches. Late at night, there was no one else in the deserted village. Only Uncle Feng stayed in front of Shaoqiu's house. He knocked gently on the door and wanted to see if this scholar was really as bad as people said.
"Who?!" Shaoqiu was lying on the bed, already unwilling to live in the world anymore. At this moment, he suddenly heard the knock on the door again. Even if he had a good temper, he was afraid that it would be in vain.
"I, open the door!" Uncle Feng roared at this time. Although his legs were no longer strong, the pride in his chest did not change at all.
Shaoqiu opened the door. A gust of wind swept over him, making him feel a little cold for a moment, and his whole body was trembling.
"Is something wrong?" Shaoqiu asked.
"I heard that you vomited blood, is this true?" Uncle Feng asked.
"Yeah." Shaoqiu said.
"Why are you vomiting blood?" Uncle Feng stepped forward and slapped Shaoqiu on the face.
"Why are you beating people?" Shaoqiu asked. He didn't want to live anymore and wanted to fight Uncle Feng desperately. But as soon as he moved, he felt uncomfortable, so he didn't dare to do anything.
"You must have done something wrong. Otherwise, we wouldn't have vomited blood, but you would have vomited blood. How can we say that?" Uncle Feng said, his face was quite ugly. It seemed that he was like this out of helplessness. At this time, Shaoqiu vomited blood and hit him. Otherwise, when his body is strong, it might not be so easy to hit him again.
After Uncle Feng said this, he rushed forward again and started beating him until he fell to the ground, but he still had to get up and continue beating him. "Don't hit me, I can't bear it anymore!" Shaoqiu screamed hysterically. At this time, he covered his head and squatted outside the house, letting the wind keep blowing the hair on his head, and he didn't dare to do anything. What, we can only let others slaughter us.
Uncle Feng beat him for a while, and felt better for a moment. He had avenged his leg. Otherwise, even if he died, he would not be able to feel at ease. At this time, he finally beat him up and limped towards his house. Shaoqiu's house kept bursting into bursts of crying, but it wasn't Shaoqiu who was crying.
"Uncle Feng, where are you going?" At this time, I met someone on the road and the person asked.
"Come here to play and beat someone up." Uncle Feng said.
"You are so old and your legs and feet are inconvenient, how can you hit someone?" The man was curious and continued to ask.
After Uncle Feng said this, a gust of wind blew him to the ground. At this time, he got up from the ground with difficulty, patted the dust on his body, and continued talking. "Yes, I just went to beat up a man, a scholar." Uncle Feng said to the man.
"Oh, good fight, keep fighting in the future. If people like that don't fight, the deserted village will not be the same as the world." The man left these words and passed away like the wind.
