"Whatever you want him to do, draw your knife and cut him. ”

It was not Uncle Ying who answered Mo Xiaohe, but Mo Xiaoyan who was a cat in the bedroom. Her voice was soft and soft, sounding as if cutting people was no big deal.

Mo Xiaohe turned his head and looked in the direction of his sister, on his face with clear water chestnut angles and a little green, he smiled, and smiled very silently, not shy, not lively.

Obviously, the people around here were not surprised by Mo Xiaoyan's shouting, because they were used to it, and Mo Xiaoyan, who was a little silly, would always shout inexplicably when someone came to make trouble.

Mo Xiaohe's sharp and oval neat eyes stared at the old shrimp seriously...... He is not bored and wants to win with his eyes in the confrontation with Lao Shrimp, nor is he idle and bored to see how handsome Lao Shrimp is, he is simply looking at Lao Shrimp.

He didn't know what the old shrimp was going to do...... I didn't know everything from the beginning, I didn't know why Lao Shrimp drew a knife to kill a four-year-old self who had no ability to fight back, and after returning from ten years in prison, he had to be so puzzling.

People who grew up in Shili Street are generally rectums, and if they don't accept it, they draw knives and cut ...... The same is true for Mo Xiaohe, so Lao Shrimp's inexplicable incomprehensible behavior made him very confused, unbelievable, and of course he felt very annoyed and bored, he had had enough.

Mo Xiaohe got up and walked back to his room.

Everyone knew that Mo Xiaohe was not a person who was afraid of things and avoided war, so all the people on the scene, including Lao Shrimp, were waiting silently.

Wait for Mo Xiaohe to come out.

There was already an extra sword in his hand.

This is the sword that Uncle Ying gave him.

This sword has been stained with the blood of many people, and it has also been weathered for many years...... But now the sword body is still intact, smooth and perfect, and under the sun's rays, the light is dazzling, and it is impossible to look at directly.

Many residents of Shili Street exclaimed when they saw this sword, exclaimed the amazement of the sword, and also exclaimed that there might be a death today.

Mo Xiaohe raised his sword and put it on the neck of the old shrimp.

At the same time, Zhang Ze also took out an axe to warn the old shrimp man who might appear at any time.

Aunt Chen held the kitchen knife she used for cutting vegetables tightly with both hands and put it on her chest, her eyes were confused, and the knife in her hand trembled a little.

The old shrimp did not move.

He was still crouching, one hand on his knee and the other was smoking an old smoking gun, like a squatting position.

Then the old shrimp raised his head so that his neck could be in perfect contact with the tip of Mo Xiaohe's sword, so that his eyes could better observe Mo Xiaohe in front of him.

Like a hero in a storybook, Mo Xiaohe stood sideways, standing very straight, so straight that his feet, his body, his neck and his head became a flawless straight line.

"Stab in. Lao Shrimp looked at Mo Xiaohe very seriously with his sword eyebrows, but there was a smile on his face at the bottom of the dark pot, it was still the kind of dry smile, except for his mouth, there was no place to move.

As he spoke, Lao Shrimp pushed his neck forward and joined Mo Xiaohe's sword tip.

The blood flowed out from the neck of the old shrimp, to the body of the old shrimp, and then along the body of the old shrimp to the feet of the old shrimp, and the last drop flowed into the yellow earth.

Except for the screams of the scared onlookers...... The old shrimp's brows did not wrinkle, and Mo Xiaohe's sword did not take a step back, and his eyes did not blink at all.

"Bored fool!"

"Do you think it's a storybook? ”

In the end, Mo Xiaohe regressed.

Mo Xiaohe looked at the serious black face of the old shrimp, said a fool lightly, and then took back the sword in his hand behind him.

"Fool. ”

Mo Xiaohe said a fool again.

Then he lifted his foot and kicked at the shrimp's raised head.

The old shrimp was kicked in embarrassment.

But he is very different from the people in this ten-mile street...... People here generally cry when they are in pain, wipe their bodies when they are dirty, cut people when they are angry, cover their screams when they are kicked, and run when they see a sword to their necks, and there are not so many twists and turns.

But Lao Shrimp is different, he wants to save face.

Even though he was kicked on all fours, the whole person fell to the ground and rolled into his own blood like a ball...... So much so that his hair, face, body, and clothes were covered with blood and loess.

Even his nose could be seen with the naked eye that he had been trampled on half by Mo Xiaohe's kick, and blood was constantly gushing.

But he didn't wipe the blood from his nose and neck with his hands, and he didn't look at the onlookers around him to laugh to hide the embarrassment of being beaten so badly.

The old shrimp just stood up slowly and slowly picked up his old smoking gun that had fallen to the ground...... In the end, Lao Shrimp unhurriedly put on a very handsome posture: one hand was behind his back, the other hand was looking at the old smoking gun, his legs were spread, and the sword eyes looked at Mo Xiaohe seriously.

"It's a lot of strength. The old shrimp spoke, and lit the cigarette from the old smoking gun, and the smoke inhaled into his mouth, and came out of his half-collapsed nose along with the thick blood.

The old shrimp turned around, very gentlemanly and confidently glanced at the sluggish crowd around him, and finally looked at Mo Xiaohe in front of him, the pair of sword eyes stood up, as sharp as a sword about to cut people, and his hoarse voice became a little ruthless, "I'm not even afraid of death, why are you still afraid of me?"

The old shrimp itself is tall and has a kind of evil spirit, and now it is covered with blood, and it is so embarrassed but so indifferent...... Such a lifeless old shrimp, staring at people with such eyes, and speaking in such a ruthless tone, is actually very scary.

But Mo Xiaohe ignored him, but looked at Uncle Ying, who was sitting on the side and only looked at the breeze and idle clouds.

Uncle Ying has maintained a sitting posture from the beginning to the present, even if the old shrimp's neck was stabbed by his sword, even if the old shrimp was kicked over by Mo Xiaohe, he didn't even look at it.

At this time, Uncle Ying seemed to notice Mo Xiaohe's gaze, so he turned his head slowly, the wrinkled face, the eyebrows were lowered, and the lifeless yellowed eyes looked at the intimidating old shrimp, just like looking at a puppy desperately shaking his head in front of him to please his master.

"Sick!" Uncle Ying scolded, and when he scolded, his old face was still shaking, and his tone was very ugly, like scolding a real fool. After scolding, he turned his face away and continued to browse the Lang Lang Qiankun that was actually not very good-looking.

"Uncle Ying said you are sick!" Mo Xiaohe smiled silently, then stood his sword aside, sat down, looked at Lao Shrimp with a rare impatient look that he had, and spoke slowly, "What do you want to do." ”

Lao Shrimp is so desperate to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, but Uncle Ying and Mo Xiaohe always regard his gentlemanly demeanor as a joke, which is actually a very embarrassing and embarrassing thing.

But Lao Shrimp was not angry, nor was he embarrassed, even though he had almost become a bloody man who was sprayed with blood, he still smoked and was very personable, "Half a child." Losing a fight is not a big deal. Trembling, can't become the climate. ”

"I'll just come to your house and have a look, can't I? ”

Mo Xiaohe didn't answer Lao Shrimp's words.

However, Zhang, who had stood aside and had no chance to show off, reacted.