The blood under Wei's body spurted wildly, and Long Xiaoqi couldn't bear it a little This is probably the most cruel criminal law, so that a man can lose his life. After the root is his own life. He gagged his mouth and let his lower body spurt blood outward until it ran dry.

"He used to scold me, your mother."

The little brother said lightly: "And in fact, he has been fucking his mother all the time, this is a miscellaneous piece of ethics that does not distinguish between ethics." ”

Long Xiaoqi blinked, reached out and took the knife in the little brother's hand, stabbed it hard at David's lower body, and then rotated the blade and pulled it out.

"Uh!! ――”

Davy's eyes were about to pop out, and his mouth made a painful sound to the limit, and he bit hard, killing himself. The blood from the bite of the root flowed.

"Hey, hey, hey...... It smacks you. ”

Long Xiaoqi pointed to the bloody **********, turned behind David and stabbed into the other party's chrysanthemum.

"Whew!"

The sharp saber was submerged, and the surrounding Gurkha warriors suddenly showed bad expressions.

They all had a feeling of chrysanthemum tightness, and they could even clearly feel the sharp pain of the blade.

The little brother just glanced at Xiao Qi and continued to walk towards the village.

Miscellaneous Davy kept writhing his body, constantly making painful sounds.

He probably didn't know he was going to die this way, maybe he was still missing his mother.

If he could be allowed to speak now, he would definitely regret it, why did he chase and kill Long Xiaoqi.

If you don't chase and kill Long Xiaoqi, you won't meet the little brother, and if you don't meet the little brother, you won't die here in this way.

Walking into the village, what appeared in front of Long Xiaoqi's eyes were many burning red stoves, as well as many half-grown children, and even children, where they were striking iron with bare sticks.

Some have already been made into ********** shapes, while others are just holding hammers and smashing the steel that has not yet formed for quenching.

"Children here learn to build when they're five years old, and when they're twelve, they're going to hunt beasts with the ********** they've made."

The little brother simply introduced: "Many of them have spent their lives fighting for knives, and every Gurkha warrior will carry his own knife at all times. When they were eighteen years old, they had to cut off the heads of buffaloes with their own scimitars. If they can't, they will be left in the community to do other work and will not be treated as men. And those who are done have to go out and explore. The British ambassador's greatest mission to Nepal was to recruit soldiers here and a series of other matters. Knives are a part of their lives, does an old man peel potatoes with a knife? ”

Following the direction of the little brother's fingers, Long Xiaoqi was an old man holding a handful of dark ********** and sitting there peeling potatoes, his pupils contracted.

He could clearly smell the smell of blood coming from the dark scimitar, and by the color, it could be a blood-soaked saber, and even the handle of the knife still had a label of honor given by the British Crown.

This is an incomparably sharp scimitar, heavy and rustic, full of blood, but ...... Peeling potatoes?

Peel potatoes with such a knife?

"Click!"

Before Long Xiaoqi could react, the old man had already quickly finished peeling the potatoes and began to chop firewood with the scimitar in his hand.

With a slight swing, the sharp blade instantly chopped the wood in half.

And the old man did not have any distressed expression, as if this knife was born for peeling potatoes and chopping wood.

The scimitar is a part of their lives, and while the outside world has passed on the ********** or the Nepalese saber to the outside world, the Gurkhas have done so with this saber that has shone in recent war history.

This is the real life, the Gurkha people gave life to their scimitars, and the scimitars gave the Gurkha people bravery and legend.

"This is the Gurkha."

The little brother said.

The people around him showed simple and kind smiles, and they did the same to Long Xiaoqi, a stranger.

Like many people in Nepal, they are friendly to their friends, even if they are decisive executioners on the battlefield.

Maybe it's because Nepal, a land that can purify the soul, is probably the only land that can make people precipitate.

"Little brother, where's the big brother?"

Long Xiaoqi asked.

"Big brother is punishing by God."

The little brother replied.

"What?!"

Long Xiaoqi stared at his round eyes and shouted, "Why was he arrested by divine punishment?" Why didn't you take him?? ”

The last sentence was almost shouted, Long Da was arrested by divine punishment, but the little brother was still here, and told him plainly about the Gurkha people, the Gurkha knife.

"Big brother didn't want you to come, but you came after all."

The little brother calmly faced Long Xiaoqi and said: "If you come, stay here for a while, and learn to cast knives from the Gurkhas......

"I'm a fart!"

Long Xiaoqiyi grabbed the collar of the little brother and shouted, "The eldest brother has been arrested, what are you still doing here?" Where is he? Lao Tzu is going to find the eldest brother! His eyes were blind, his whole being was crippled, he ...... How do you do it? Let me ask you, Long Xiaoliu, give me an answer!! ”

The eldest brother was arrested, and the younger brother is still here, how can Long Xiaoqi not be angry?

"Casting knives, precipitation."

The little brother stared at Long Xiaoqi's eyes and said, "Big brother will be fine, if you can't forge your own knife in three months, I will die, and big brother will die too." ”

"What the hell is going on with me? Die? Give me an explanation! ”

Long Xiaoqi gritted his teeth.

The little brother stared at Long Xiaoqi for a while, reached out and knocked his hand that was holding his clothes off, turned his head and walked into a wooden house.

"Explain it to me! Long Xiaoliu, give me an explanation!! ”

Long Xiaoqi didn't give up, and his fists were clenched.

"Big brother thinks I'm the best assassin, but you're actually the best assassin."

The little brother sat upright on the chair and said to Long Xiaoqi: "There is no superfluous explanation, you will see the eldest brother after three months of casting knives here." During this three-month period, all you have to do is settle completely. If we can't settle down, we'll all die. ”

", what I want is an explanation, understand?"

Long Xiaoqi pointed at the little brother's nose and shouted: "If you don't give Lao Tzu an explanation today, if you don't give my eldest brother ......"

Suddenly, the little brother jumped up from the chair, and his right fist smashed into Long Xiaoqi's face like a meteor.

"Bang!"

The sound of fists colliding with cheeks came out, and Long Xiaoqi felt that he had stopped thinking in an instant, everything in front of him was white, and his brain had become a mess. His legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"From now on, as long as you don't listen to what I say, I will beat you; As long as you dare to talk back to me, I will beat you. ”

Long Xiaoqi, whose little brother's eyes were twitched, said coldly: "I'm your brother, I'll beat you." ”

Long Xiaoqi, whose face was covered with blood, stared at the little brother resentfully, but he didn't dare to say anything after all, this is his brother, and the little brother is also a brother, my brother!

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