Sophia smiled and said, "Uncle Xiao is about to become Luo Tiegu's ****. Once he reported his name, he could pass through."
In this way, Sophia and I stayed in Luotie Valley. With the six hundred crossbow arrows, a few idle crossbows, and other supplies that they brought into the valley, our life was not easy, but it was also comfortable. .
The days passed by like a white horse, and three months passed in a flash.
On this day, the sun is warm, the breeze is not dry, Sophia is still taking a nap, I drag a pair of flip flops, wandering in the village bored.
I have nothing to do every day. Many people know me. A vegetable vendor said softly: "He doesn't do anything. Where does he spend his food and drink?"
The person next to him said, "Who said that? I heard that they brought in thousands of crossbow arrows, and there is a foreign lady beside him."
The vegetable vendor sighed: "If I can have five hundred crossbow arrows, I will be content."
The person next to him said: "If you want to live a good life, go to Yangcheng to get it."
The vegetable vendor said: "Come on, I haven't lived enough yet, don't you know if it is? Dabang's men died two more yesterday."
Talking, stretched out two fingers and wiped them on the neck, and they sighed at the same time.
As I walked, when I passed a remote village path, a tender girl's voice suddenly sounded in an open door: "You come in!"
I looked around and pointed to my nose: "You call me."
A lotus root-like arm stretched out from the wooden house, and the index finger hooked: "Yes, it's you!"
I was puzzled in my heart, touched the Chuan Yang Nu on the waist belt, secretly watched out, and walked in.
The girl closed the door and turned around. She was eighteen or nineteen years old, with bright eyes and teeth, and she was just a youthful age.
I said, "You have something to tell me."
The girl said: "Yeah."
I said, "What is your name and what do you want to say?"
Suddenly, the wooden door slammed, the girl panicked and opened the door, and a black-faced man rushed in!
"Boy, live impatiently!"
While cursing, he slapped him up.
I turned my head and kicked him to squat down. The black-faced man forced himself up and yelled sternly, "Hands are black enough, you wait! You wait!" slipped out of the wooden house.
The girl's face was pale: "You hurry up, you hurry up, you won't be able to leave when the big country comes."
I was also worried that the city would be full of wind and rain, and I walked out the door in a panic. As soon as I left the door, I saw a few people coming over and down, and the leader was Dabang.
As soon as I turned around, I wanted to escape from the other side, and when it was over, a few big-bang men also came on the other end of the dirt road.
I had to stand where I was, and Dabang walked up to me, carrying his stick that never left his hand and was cut by an iron birch tree.
"Come on, what's wrong with this?" Dabang squinted at me with a cynical look.
Both front and back are his men. The lonely hero can't be killed. That's a movie.
I said: "Fifty crossbow arrows?"
Dabang snorted: "Not enough."
I said: "One hundred shots?"
Dabang nodded: "I let you know what pain is."
I held back my anger: "A bit too much, right?"
Dabang sank his face and drew a stick on my arm: "Excessive? Do you know how to write dead words?"
I didn't even move. I thought that this matter today can't be kind, but after all I am alone, and no matter how much I can fight, I can't beat his people.
So he used words to squeeze Dabang: "Dabang, it's a man, let's fight alone!"
Dabang was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that I would dare to make a battle. He looked at me obliquely, relying on the large number of people.
Dabang is not stupid, knowing that he can't show weakness at this time, and if he is stunned, his reputation will be over.
I said: "I listen to you."
Dabang thought I was scared, and laughed: "It's the singles you proposed. Let's talk about it." Then, he buckled his index finger, flicked the iron birch stick in his hand, and made a clank sound.
I said, "That's all right, don't you have an iron stick in your hand? It doesn't count just now. You can draw my three sticks again, anywhere. I didn't get down on the three sticks, so it's my turn to talk. Knife, nail it to the wooden wall with a snap.
Dabang said: "Boy, are you stupid? Can a wooden stick compare to a hunting knife?"
I said: "Okay, I smoke you first?"
Dabang looked at the hunting knife and the iron stick in his hand. He must have been thinking about it.
I knew I couldn't give him a chance to relax at this time, and immediately said: "If you choose not to choose between the two, then I will leave."
At this time, if Dabang can step down wisely, there will be nothing to do. I am unwilling to make things worse. I stay in Luotiegu to enjoy the fireworks in the world, not to fight with people. ruthless.
But this guy was bossy, and slapped the stick: "I'll come first!" With a swish, the iron stick caught the strong wind and slammed it against my hand.
I took a breath, stood firm, and said coldly: "There are two more sticks."
Dabang look around, this grandson is really brave and inexperienced, you have all started, who can help you
The second stick was aimed at the head with a muffled sound. This iron birch tree is really harder than a stone. I shook my body and almost didn't fall down. A burst of blood flowed all over my face.
I made a random touch, stood firmly again, and said gloomily: "Be quicker, and there is still a stick!"
Dabang's legs trembled. Killing is not a trifling matter. He took the last baton off, thinking that it was too fierce and fearful in his heart. He lost his head and swished past my ear and hit it on the shoulder.
With a click, I endured the severe pain, pulled out the hunting knife from the wooden wall, and said, "Is it my turn?"
Dabang stepped back two steps, I scraped the hunting knife on my cuff, and there was a scream around me. Only then did I realize that there were hundreds of people onlookers.
In front of the crowd, two men were carrying a recliner. On the recliner leaned against a forty-year-old man. He was a burly man, but his eyes were blank, and he seemed to be seriously ill.
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