desert. Strong winds roared by, rain kept falling, and the sky and the earth were so vast that it was difficult to distinguish between east, west, north, and south. In this desert, there is gold everywhere, shining with golden light, which reflects on people's faces, so cute.
The robber is standing in this desert. Everything belongs to him. No one dares to come in. People in the deserted village are frightened even if they dare to walk into this desert. Only bandits live in this desert, doing all kinds of bad things and harming countless girls, but people don't dare to do anything to them because they are no match for them.
The robber thought he could live forever in this desert, but that day was also a day of heavy rain. Suddenly, he saw an inconspicuous person appearing in front of him. His eyes were very disdainful, and the women around him were ignored. I looked at them all, and not only that, when I saw the gold at my feet, I was so happy that I bent down to pick it up. But when the man was picking up gold, a robber hit him on the head with a stone. He was bleeding profusely and his face was covered in it. He looked very unsightly.
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The person who was beaten was none other than a fugitive armed with a gun. Although he was not tall and had an average appearance, he had a gun in his hand and did not pay attention to the robber's knife. No, seeing this man use stones for no reason After smashing himself, he opened fire and killed the robber immediately. The robber also relied on his own bravery to survive. Otherwise, why would he dare to put so much gold in this desert?
When the robber's women saw that the robber was dead, they all screamed. They had no choice but to live with the robber. At this time, no one was controlling them. They wanted to leave this desert and wanted to go home. . In this regard, the fugitive with a gun didn't say much. All he cared about was the gold. At this time, he put all the gold into his tattered pockets and prepared to return to the deserted village to count carefully to see how much there was.
On this day, because the weather was a bit cold and it even rained outside, it was really desolate. At this time, I thought of my wife. So many days have passed, and there is no news. I don’t know where she is. Thinking of this, I can only drink to drown my sorrow for a while. Otherwise, how can I feel so miserable?
The house is dilapidated, because the previous house was plotted and burned down by a fire. At this time, I was listening to the rain falling continuously outside. I was thinking about some problems and trying to figure out who burned my house. What about the house? But after thinking about it for a long time, most of the night passed, and I still hadn't figured it out. At this moment, I heard the footsteps of someone outside. It wasn't very loud, and they stood quietly in front of the door of their house, and they didn't move for a while.
The visitor was none other than a fugitive armed with a gun. He had killed a bandit in the desert and seized all his gold. He was standing in front of the black bandit's house, trying to hide from the rain. Stop and walk again. My legs were already covered in mud from the long journey, and I had diarrhea because of the acclimatization, and there was shit everywhere in my pants.
At this moment, I was standing in front of the black bandit's house, wanting to go in and take shelter from the rain. However, I saw that although the house was low and low, it was quite clean, and I couldn't bear to ruin it like this. At this time, I was standing in front of the black bandit's house, wandering around. If I wanted to go out, and the heavy rain was falling like this, I should go into the house. How could I see anyone with such a miserable look?
While wandering like this, I heard the black bandit shout loudly, and I was even startled because the sound was so loud that I could only turn around and look at the black bandit for a moment. Seeing the black bandit holding a stone in his hand, he even wanted to throw a stone at the man.
But seeing that this man had a gun and knowing that he was a fugitive, he didn't dare to make any mistakes. He hurriedly threw the stone away and stood aside, not even daring to say anything. The fugitive armed with a gun climbed onto the black bandit's bed. This was the sheet that the black bandit had just washed yesterday. Because he liked to keep it clean, the black bandit even sprinkled some French perfume on it. For this reason, he walked through the black bandit's house. In front of the door, many women were laughing, trying to seduce the gangster with their laughter, or at least attract his attention to themselves.
But with such a clean sheet, he seemed a little shy in front of this gun-toting fugitive. And the gun-toting fugitive didn't take off his shoes and climbed directly onto the bed. The mud on his feet was clearly visible. I just don’t know what to do. But seeing as this man has a gun, even if his bed is covered with shit, there is nothing he can do about it, because a gun cannot be killed with a stone.
"Go, cook some meat for me. I haven't eaten meat for a long time and I'm hungry." The fugitive armed with a gun ordered the black bandit. After hearing the man's words, the black bandit looked at him again. Gun, don't dare to disobey at all, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
"Okay." The black bandit responded in a low voice.
The black bandit cooked outside for a while. When he came back, he hid a knife in the bowl and brought it to the fugitive with the gun. Then he stabbed the fugitive with the gun. However, although the knife was inserted into the stomach of the fugitive armed with a gun, it did not kill him. At this time, the fugitive armed with a gun was holding a gun in his hand and shooting at the black bandit indiscriminately.
The black bandit escaped from the house and wanted to flee to the mountains to pray for the blessing of the gods. However, before he could run more than a hundred meters, the gun-toting fugitive rushed out of the house. Regardless of the pouring rain outside, he rushed directly to the house. The black bandit was shot in the head and died at that time. The fugitive armed with a gun took over the black bandit's house, and for a while he lit a fire and cooked the meat. The gold around him could be safely put aside without worrying about anyone stealing it.
After eating and drinking, the fugitive armed with a gun took another nap. He didn't get up until the dusk of the next day, because he had been running around all day yesterday and killed two more people. It was raining heavily at this time. How could he not get up? How about a good sleep? After a good sleep, the fugitive armed with a gun walked into the deserted village again, hoping to find Hua Gu to play with, because as a grown man, if there were no women, this would be quite tasteless.
When the fugitive armed with a gun walked to the door of Hua Gu's house, he found Uncle Feng sitting there peeling soybeans for Hua Gu. These were soybeans just cut from the mountains. They were so fresh. No, Hua Gu was busy alone. But come here and help her peel it off. Of course, Uncle Feng's ultimate goal is to sleep with Hua Gu. Otherwise, he would not dare to take risks alone, and he would sit in front of the widow's house when it gets dark.
At this time, I looked at the flower girl's face. Although she was a little old, in Uncle Feng's eyes, she was still full of spring and spring. He even wanted to kiss the flower girl's face. At this moment, suddenly, I saw a fugitive with a gun standing in Huagu's patio. The gun looked so murderous for some reason, so that Uncle Feng didn't dare to stay here, and hurriedly He said goodbye to Hua Gu and left quickly.
After Uncle Feng left, the fugitive armed with a gun was the only one helping her peel the soybeans in front of the widow's house. The soybeans were peeled off and fried with the meat. It was quite delicious. At this time, it was already night in the deserted village. The fugitive armed with a gun thought of walking into the house with the flower girl to have a good talk when he couldn't see his fingers. But after so long, why is it still dark in the sky?
At this moment, Uncle Hua appeared in front of the fugitive with a gun. Of course he did not dare to offend him. When he saw the fugitive with a gun, he called him "Grandpa" even though he was much older than him. "Hello grandpa." Uncle Hua called.
"Okay, okay!" Seeing how interesting this person was, the fugitive with a gun responded casually.
"Grandpa, if you feel lonely and bored, why not ask Shaoqiu to come and tell stories for you? He is the best storyteller and I guarantee your satisfaction." Uncle Hua smiled at the gun-toting fugitive.
"Shaoqiu?" the fugitive armed with a gun murmured, "Where is he?"
"Not far away. He is studying in his room right now. Why not call him? He tells the best stories." Hua Bo smiled and said.
"Then go and invite him." The gun-toting fugitive waved his hand at Uncle Hua and said impatiently.
"Okay." Uncle Hua stumbled away.
Shaoqiu had been busy on the mountain for a while. At this time, because he was feeling weak, he wanted to take a good rest. Since the gangster was dead, no one would come to trouble him from now on, so he wanted to read a book. , Otherwise, if you can't become a talent, how can you be worthy of Xiaohua? Then I cheered up and wanted to take advantage of the night to read for a while.
Suddenly, someone was heard knocking on the door again outside, and the sound was louder and more powerful than the sound of the gangsters knocking on the door. This made Shaoqiu a little scared. He didn't know who this person was. He was so confident that there was no one behind him. Who supports it? But since he was standing in front of his house, he had to open the door, otherwise, he would be in even greater trouble.
"Open the door!" the man shouted loudly.
"Come on, come on." Shaoqiu rushed to the door and wanted to open the door. Otherwise, he would offend others, which can also be said to be bad.
When I opened the door and looked outside, I realized that this person was none other than Uncle Hua. I just didn't know why he came here this time. And behind Uncle Hua was a man carrying a gun. He didn't know this man. It might not be beneficial to him to appear in front of him at this time.
"What are you doing?" Shaoqiu asked.
"I want you to tell me a story." The fugitive with a gun said.
"This..." Shaoqiu hesitated.
"Are you going?" Hua Bo picked up a stone on the ground, raised it high, pointed it at Shaoqiu and asked.
