I was so nervous that I even felt that this was the most frightening moment I had ever encountered since I was born. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The beard was about the same as mine, and we were almost close together, trying to find security in this way, and we were still looking at the fugitive together.

Instead, he looked at us with a very leisurely look, tilting his head.

After a few seconds of stalemate, he suddenly laughed first, and we were both startled. He was pacing, trying to get behind us.

Beard and I couldn't have given him a chance, he went around a little bit, and we turned a little bit and kept facing him head-on.

He walked a little halfway, and seemed to be bored, and raised his head again to look at the bright moon in the night sky. The moon is exceptionally round tonight, and he specially praised, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The beard was stunned, but he also looked up. I kept staring at the fugitive, and cursed in my heart, beautiful fart!

When he lowered his head again, he said to us in jerky Chinese, "I gave you two chances to escape, but you didn't appreciate it, this is very unsatisfying." ”

I guess he wanted to talk about face, but he didn't know Chinese too much, so he confused rice and face.

I didn't care about that, the fugitive sighed a few times, and continued dissatisfiedly, "I have to punish you again and again, well...... Do you want to remove your arms or your legs?"

He was also looking at the two of us. My beard and I are straight. The beard came up strongly, and he said to me, "Fight, start first." ”

I originally thought that since this fugitive could talk to us, it meant that there was a delay in this matter, and if we communicated with him, if we were lucky, we would be able to retreat unharmed, but the beard suddenly rushed out.

He also held a sock with a stone in his left and right hands and whirred at the fugitive.

Just talking about his few blows, he is really powerful, either hitting the other party's neck or smashing his heart. It's a pity that his opponent is a fugitive who can't even be done by the police, and he is a ruthless guy with surprisingly quick skills.

The fugitive easily took a few steps back, and then he dissolved the few tricks of the beard, and finally he waited for the opportunity to lean forward and kicked the beard hard.

I heard a bang, and with such a big beard and such a big weight, he was kicked by the fugitive and flew back half a meter, kneeling on the ground, and his two socks were also taken off.

His beard was so painful that his face was twisted, but his fighting spirit was still there. He struggled to his feet, cursed and snatched the flashlight from my hand.

I looked at my empty hands, and at this moment I wanted to ask the beard, "What do you use for this?"

But there was no time to say this, so the beard used the flashlight as a stick and rushed towards the fugitive again. I knew a tough battle was inevitable.

I put aside all other thoughts, just waiting for the opportunity to "replenish the gun", to put it bluntly, after a moment the beard and the fugitive were tangled together, I sneaked over and attacked the lower half of the enemy with my shoulder or legs, and once I knocked him down, the rest was easy.

But as soon as he saw the fugitive, he didn't want to continue to entangle with his beard, so he touched his waist, took out a sharp knife with a black glow, and snorted, and swung the knife vigorously at the flashlight that hit him in front of him.

With a bang, a hot light instantly appeared on the flashlight, and then the flashlight broke in two and went out.

The fugitive stepped forward again. I couldn't see it well from a distance, but he seemed to have swung his knife and slashed at the neck of his beard.

I couldn't help but shout, "Beard!" Beard ignored me, his body was limp, and his whole body collapsed to the ground like mud.

In this way, I am left alone. I know that with my own skills, I don't have the slightest hope of winning.

I smiled, and while the fugitive was distracted, I jerked around and threw myself against the wall. But as soon as I touched the wall, I didn't have to climb a few times before a dark shadow appeared above my head.

I looked up and was dumbfounded. The fugitive didn't know what method he used, so he was not only standing on the wall, but also crouching and staring at me.

I let go, fell back and squatted.

The fugitive swooped down and strode towards me. Being so close was a stressful experience. But my potential was also stimulated.

I didn't feel any more pain, so I got up from the ground and ran wildly.

I went for the tiled house. At this moment, I thought very clearly, first hide in the house, at least there is a door in the way, and when the fugitive breaks in, I will break out of the window again, and play hide and seek with him in circles, I don't believe that I will stun him!

But I missed a very serious thing, and there was a fat girl in this tiled house who was poisoned by insects.

I finally rushed to the door of the room, and as soon as I opened the door, I didn't expect this fat girl to stand inside the door. She squinted, not knowing if she could see me, but she let out a strange grunt, and then pressed over like a mountain.

I shouted, and hurriedly tried to push her.

If you think about it, I don't have a background in weightlifting, especially my body is still relatively thin, how can I have so much strength? I just carried it a little, and I couldn't bear it anymore and was pounced on by the fat girl.

I was lying on the ground, and the fat girl was sitting on top of me, and she couldn't help but twist her body.

I believe I was right, her **** fat was trembling, I didn't give up resistance, and grabbed the two dumplings on her chest to borrow strength, trying to move her away.

It gives me the feeling that her body is also very evil, like a marshmallow, surprisingly soft, which makes me feel like I have strength but can't grasp it.

The fat girl didn't feel any pain at all and continued to twist her body. I guess if it really continues, it won't be long before I faint and even suffocate to death.

At this moment when my life was hanging by a thread, I didn't expect the fugitive to save me unexpectedly. He had been hiding and watching, and for some reason, he muttered a few words that seemed to be the local dialect of his place, and he walked over in a few steps, picked up the fat girl like a child, and said, "Get out!" and threw her aside like a sandbag.

Then he reached over and grabbed me to pick me up. I was about to roll my eyes, and I forgot what I was in.

I said to the fugitive, "Thanks, brother!" but for a moment I reacted again, looking at the fugitive with a horrified expression.

The fugitive smiled and replied, "Thank you." He raised his knife and struck me in the neck.

I heard a thud, and my heart was finished. We both closed our eyes......

I thought I was dead, and I don't know how long it took for me to wake up. The smell is very pungent and comes from an oil lamp. I coughed as I opened my eyes and found myself in a closed wooden house.

An oil lamp hung on the roof, giving a faint glow, which made the place extremely dim, and the fugitive was crouching in front of an iron pot not far away, and in the other corner sat a fat woman curled up. It's just that the fat girl at this time is no longer ****. She appeared unconscious, with her head hunched and a red blanket draped.

At this time, my neck was very painful, as if it was about to break, and I had a guess that the fugitive had just slashed me with the back of a knife, so I was lucky to be alive. But looking at the current posture, he clearly took me captive. I was so excited that I wanted to stand up. As soon as I got up, I was depressed to find that I was tied to a small chair and couldn't move at all.

The fugitive was staring at the iron pot in a daze, but when I made a fuss, he came back to his senses and turned his head to look.

I was nervous, and the fugitive took off the mask on his face. It allowed me to see his true face.

I have to say, this person is too hideous. His facial features are not terrifying, but on the right cheek, there is a scar more than an inch long, which seems to have been scratched by a wild beast, and the tail end of this scar is still close to the corner of the eye, you can imagine how dangerous the scene of his fight with the beast was at that time, if the beast's claw is slightly off, his eyeball will be useless.

He also has a leopard's head tattooed on the side of his neck. I don't know what that means.

He looked at me and laughed a few times, then took out a greedy expression and strode over. If I hadn't leaned back, his face would have been on my face, and we ended up staring at each other almost nose to nose.

I scolded his ancestors for eighteen generations in my heart, and said in my heart this monster, what do you want?

After a long time, he shrank his face back and said to me, "My grandfather said that there is a 'perfect host' in this world, I didn't believe it, because no one would be so powerful, they could resist the poison of the Golden Silkworm Gu or even die, but I was wrong, the living 'perfect host' is right in front of me." Then he also showed great appreciation.

I was confused, and my heart said that the host is not the host, and it has a fart relationship with me, but after listening to the whole sentence, I understand, and the heart says that Lao Tzu is ****** or a host who specializes in serving insects?

I wanted to say something, but the problem was that I couldn't say it at all. The fugitive's way of thinking is definitely different from that of normal people, and as soon as he changed the topic, he actually said that he couldn't go to the village and couldn't go to the store.

He said he could let me go, after all, he wanted to give his friend a face, and he also liked my character as a kid.

I was surprised at first, and then I wondered, which friend did my heart say? Before I could think about it any more, he turned his head and pointed to the iron pot and said, "I'm hungry, and I'm sure you're hungry too, so let's have a meal of meat together, and we'll have an hour of time, and then you'll be free." ”

I shook my head, saying I didn't believe it and didn't want to eat it. His face sank, he didn't say anything, he walked straight over, lifted the lid of the pot, and a hot steam came out of it.

There were also two iron fists next to the pot, and he filled both bowls with meat and soup. Brought one of them over.

I found that he was very powerful with a knife, so I took advantage of the time to touch my waist, took out the knife, and cut me twice seemingly randomly, my whole body was loosened, and the rope on it was broken.

He held a bowl in one hand and a knife in the other, and looked at me coldly.

I guess if I don't eat this meat, or I don't give him "rice", the end is self-evident!

My heart was beating so hard that I couldn't help but gasp for air. I forced my temper and asked him, "This meat isn't poisonous, is it?"

The fugitive poked a piece of meat with a sharp knife, put it in his mouth and chewed it, which was to show me with practical actions that the meat was clean!

I said in my heart fuck, there is meat to eat, and I can still live, where to find this cheap thing, I took the meat with a heart, and put the largest piece of meat in my mouth......

(I want to ask, what kind of meat is the best in the world?)