The convoy of seven cars was all overturned and the horses were led away by the thieves amid shouts of various sizes. These are their rarest things, more important than silver. Since it is called a horse thief, it is natural to have a horse, otherwise there is no identity. How can you ride a horse when you run on the ground?

But anyone who is a horse thief wants to have a fast horse, either to grab the treasure in front of him, or to turn around and run, which is very convenient. It's strange to say, as a horse thief, he wants to wear a strong suit, hold a sword and wear a hat, and make the robbery chivalrous. Like the gentleman on the beam who wants to use his ability to steal chickens and dogs to climb the lobby, to put it bluntly, it is a daydream!

There are many horse thieves, more than 100. This radius of fifty miles is all within their jurisdiction, and whoever they want to rob, except for cultivators with strong enough fists, no one wants to leave easily. If they have money, they will leave a hundred and ten taels of silver, and they will let it go. If there is no money, then it will be embarrassing, the woman will pull it back to give birth to a baby, and the man will pull it back to be a coolie and pick up dung.

At this time, this convoy belonged to the middle and did not slip, although it was rich, it was not enough to make up a hundred taels, and it was only searched by this group of bandits. They are looking for someone, young and beautiful little ladies, who will be their shared bride tonight.

The seven carriages were surrounded by water, and the thieves pulled out the lives in the first carriage with a sense of ceremony, and the others were kept first.

The first to come out was a middle-aged old official, with white temples, and he was still facing at this time, as if he would rather die than give in, as if he had hole cards. Pulled out with him was an old woman, his wife. They were dressed in long clothes, and their animal skins were like patterns, but they could be covered by the rare elegance of the Goulong Bang clan, and they looked like civil officials.

Ignoring the fierce struggle of the old official, a young man tore off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the cockscomb head man at the head. The latter sat on his horse, looking extremely noble, but grinning with his leek teeth, and said with a smile:

"Yo, it's still a county order?"

The old official snorted and ordered the cockscomb-headed man to dismount. He tied the jade pendant around his waist, nodded his head, and pretended to be comical and in awe:

"Adult, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, please let me go!"

"If you know repentance, get out of here!"

The old official drank it, which made the cockscomb-headed man laugh wildly. The hundreds of people around him burst into laughter, making the old official's face red.

"What's so funny?"

The old official was angry, but he was an official in the middle of the court, since he was intercepted by a horse thief, what kind of system did he be? The cockscomb man slapped him in the face, making him stunned.

"Fuck you, it's giving you a face!"

The palm was so strong that the old official spit out two teeth. The old woman beside her panicked and shouted:

"Childe, if you don't make a move, it'll be too late!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roof of the second carriage was broken, and a cultivator flew out, holding a long sword, and stabbed at the cockscomb-headed man. This boy has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his clothes are a little untidy. Before, he was playing passionately in the carriage with the daughter of the county magistrate, but he didn't expect the car to overturn like this, and he was almost scared to death.

It's also annoying to say, the dignified county order, take out a hundred and ten silver, isn't it considered to eliminate the disaster? But he just refuses, what a stubborn old man. But what he cares about is not the silver, but the integrity, and in the future this place is under his jurisdiction, and if he submits now, he will have it in the future?

Gongzi saw that the old official's daughter was young and beautiful, and she was still serving herself, so he reluctantly took action and killed the man. But the next moment, Childe was dumbfounded.

"How is that possible?"

Childe was surprised, his long sword was already in the throat of the cockscomb-headed man, but he couldn't stab it, which was ridiculous. His sword is enough to break rocks through mountains!

"I thought you had a lot of ability, you were originally the same as me, just a young age!"

This "just" is more terrifying, but this cockscomb-headed man is not pretending to be deep. In this grassland, the young age of the Zun Realm is not strong, and he can only barely protect himself. With such an existence, no one has helped, how dare he swagger in front of his own hundred people?

"Let me show you how good I am!"

The cockscomb-headed man blushed, waved his arm, and with extremely heavy force, he made Childe fly upside down, smashing the carriage that had flown out earlier. A stone peeked out of the cockscomb's throat, where the sword had now stabbed him, but it was only a small scratch, and it didn't hurt. But the son who was knocked upside down was different. He spat out a mouthful of red blood, looking a little embarrassed.

"Childe, why are you not against him?"

The old woman who helped the old official walked to the second carriage, and when several of the housekeepers lifted the plank, the young lady below was just wrapped in clothes casually. She had a very deep cleavage and her face flushed, and when she saw so many people, she was so shocked that she even clamped her legs and lost her mind in panic. She thought that these horse thieves would be dealt with quickly, so she immersed herself in the happy time just now in the carriage, and her hands were still wet, but she didn't expect it......

"Yun'er, you ......"

When the old official saw his fine-skinned and tender-fleshed daughter with her snow-white thighs and shoulders exposed, he vomited a mouthful of blood angrily, and immediately snatched the sword in the son's hand, wanting to break it into pieces.

"You blew your kung fu to the sky, so I hired you to protect my family, I didn't think that you couldn't do martial arts, but you lied to my daughter, how could you be ruthless? How can you be such a beast?"

Although he is old, the old official is still a member of the Goulong Bang clan, his hands trembled slightly, his face appeared with murderous intent, and he slashed wildly. That son was a cultivator, and his pace was extremely fast, and he continuously dodged the sword in the old official's hand. But he looked at the old official's hideous face, and kept dodging on the ground, not daring to fight back.

"I didn't expect our county magistrate to count on this skinny monkey to save him, and he was good at bed. ”

The cockscomb head man said, and the man next to him added.

"It seems that he can't do kung fu in bed, at most he is only good at talking, otherwise why would this little girl still play by herself?"

"Hey, little girl, I'm a good boss, why don't you try it?"

In the midst of laughter, the cockscomb-headed man gradually stepped forward, he grabbed the sword in the old official's hand, and said with a smile:

"I'll help you!"

Childe turned around and ran, but he was surrounded by hundreds of people, and he suddenly panicked. Such a young cultivator is only talented at best, and when it comes to combat effectiveness, how can he compare to a horse thief? Therefore, with just a few swords, the white-clothed boy has become a red-clothed grassland ghost.

The extreme shame made Yun'er never dare to open her eyes, but at this time, she felt that there was blood flowing on her body. Warm blood streaked across her delicate skin and even onto her face. Her body trembled, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a young brother whose eyelids were still moving, but it was just a head.

Yun'er was scared and cried, but the cockscomb man lowered his body, looked at her body and licked his tongue.

"Little girl, you're doing well, do you want to go back to the village with me?"

The old official shouted no, and called Yun'er no. But her pear blossoms bring rain, and she can't wash the blood on her face, and she can't refuse. She was still stripped of the loose dress that had wrapped her body by the cockscomb man, allowing him to untie his belt and take off his pants, and his hands held his extremely thin waist and invaded his body. She was crying and screaming, but nothing could be done but these instincts.

"Stay honest!"

A few yelling horse thieves pressed the old official to the ground, he wanted to go over, he wanted to kill the horse thief leader. But only his wife was killed, and she fell in a pool of blood. At this age, a woman with this posture is rare. His servants were all put in sacks, and several old fellows were killed, screaming like a devil crying.

The young maid was dragged into the crowd and pressed to the prairie to be ravaged. The old official desperately raised his head, and because his vocal cords were compressed, he changed his voice hoarsely.

"You brute, you can't die well! She's still young, my Yun'er!"

In the end, a few horse thieves who suppressed the old official couldn't resist the temptation, and ran into the crowd to desecrate the maid who was about to be tortured to death. The bones of the old man were broken, his crown was scattered, and he looked like a fool in the streets, but he raised his sword and stabbed it at the head of the horse thief, but he was twisted by him.

The old official fell to the ground, and when he saw Yun'er with a dull expression and beads of sweat, the whole world collapsed, and there was not even a little land left. When Yun'er saw her father, she really wanted to pierce her chest with a sword. But her hands were grabbed by the horse thief, and it was difficult to get rid of them. She had no strength in her body, and she silently endured the despair of life, thinking about how to end it.

To the east of the horse thief, there was a commotion, and the cockscomb man saw it, glanced at it, and quickened his movements. I saw that over there, a young man came, holding a simple knife, and quickly killed ten people. The cockscomb man was in no mood to continue to be happy, wiped the sweat from his face, and lifted his pants.

Yun'er was dumped on the ground, watching the cockscomb-headed man lift his knife and gather his brothers. Hundreds of people headed to the east, but no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with her.

Yun'er's face was like ashes, her palms covered her sensitive parts, and her eyes lazily looked for clothes to cover her shame. A piece of cloth is fine, just don't be naked. The crowd in the east rushed together, screaming incessantly, and a withered hand took a piece of clothing and covered her.

Twisting her soft body, Yun'er was lying on the ground. She saw her father, and then a blood-stained blade fell.

The blade of the sword was covered with dust, causing Yun'er to vomit blood from her mouth. She was crying, but she wanted to laugh, but she didn't have time to raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and she passed away. Her eyes gradually closed were full of confusion, she had only done this wrong thing since she was a child, that is, she was deceived by the man in white to take off her clothes.

From the moment she untied it, the poetry books she read and the martial arts she practiced became a piece of mud. She's so stupid, stupid to believe a man's words, stupid as a pig.

After Yun'er, the roar of the old official was sad and dry. In the end, the old official was silent. Facing in his wife's direction, he knelt beside his daughter and slowly raised his sword. This bullshit county order, this bullshit Goulong Bang clan, and this bullshit horse thief are all unforgivable things!

The blade was pulled by the arm, making a great arc between the throats.