There is a kind of person who is born pessimistic, and there is another kind of person who is born to hope. What hope could be stronger than a small life?

No, absolutely nothing!

The most fundamental hope of human beings is the continuation of life, no matter what country it is in, no matter what race it is in, the continuation of life is the greatest hope.

In the defense of the Soviet Union, a small life was born on the battlefield of artillery fire and smoke, waiting to meet a new round of dead soldiers, using bayonets and blood-stained military uniforms to build a swaddling, crying little life, in despair ** named this baby hope!

Life is hope, and without the continuation of life, all hope is a flash in the air.

Zhao Ying made Long Xiaoqi desperate, but gave him a hope that he couldn't refuse when the third month came.

Long Xiaoqi was cultivated by her, and she knew this little ruffian better than anyone else.

She is not in a hurry, she is not impatient, because she knows that when despair and hope collide fiercely on Long Xiaoqi, her man will precipitate!

This is Zhao Ying's means, there is not much she can do for Long Xiaoqi, and this will be the legendary turning point she created for Long Xiaoqi!

"I'm going to be a dad! Hahahaha......"

Long Xiaoqi kicked open the door of the little brother like a madman, and yelled at the other party: "I'm going to be a father, hahahaha...... Long Xiaoliu, are you convinced? Convincing or not? Hahahaha......"

The little brother was stunned for a moment, and before he could come back to his senses, Long Xiaoqi rushed out again.

He hugged and kissed every Gurkha fiercely. kissed, even the women of the Gurkha did not let go, and kissed each other wildly on the face, regardless of whether the kiss reached the mouth or not, and it didn't matter if the woman's man was glaring at him with a knife.

"!"

Long Xiaoqi crossed his waist, stood at the entrance of the village and peed his crotch, and screamed in his mouth: "Who has me hanging?" Lao Tzu soaked the chief, and Lao Tzu pressed the chief every night. Below, the chief still has to give birth to Lao Tzu! Who is not convinced? Who is not convinced? Lao Tzu doesn't sleep with women, Lao Tzu sleeps with chiefs and generals, it's refreshing! Are you or not convinced? Convincing or not? Damn, it's dirty, you have to accept it if you don't accept it, hahaha...... Wait--Lao Tzu shouldn't be a happy father, right? What can I do if I'm happy? ”

Suddenly thinking of this question, Long Xiaoqi's face tightened, and he hurriedly ran back to his room, his eyes were round, staring at Zhao Ying.

"Wife, shouldn't I like to be a father?"

Long Xiaoqi asked two to the extreme.

The smile on Zhao Ying's face froze, and she beckoned to Long Xiaoqi, signaling the other party to come closer.

Long Xiaoqi looked worried, clenched his fists nervously, and slowly walked over step by step.

He was afraid that Zhao Ying would say that he liked to be a father, and he was afraid that he would ...... "Bang! ”

Zhao Ying's fist smashed his nose, and suddenly beat Long Xiaoqi, the second goods, with peach blossoms all over his face, and he lay down on the ground and smoked for a long time.

"Oh, why are you beating someone? As long as you're like you, I can settle it, but I can't change people. ”

Long Xiaoqi covered his nose and got up and smiled: "Ying'er, I'm just joking with you, as for it?" Hey, hey, hey...... My dear baby Xiao Ying'er, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Xiao Ying'er, Zhao Ying was so sore and numb by this call that she almost didn't vomit.

She held the flask and took a sip of liquor, stretched out her hand and pointed to the door and gestured a word with her lips: Get out.

Long Xiaoqi was so smart, he immediately rolled out on the ground, and ran to strike iron with a smile on his face.

He's back, and the Shameless Bastard Long Xiaoqi has come back after more than a month of immersion.

And when he turned into a ruffian again, it all came back.

He began to beat the iron, and at this time he could clearly feel that each hammer was refining himself, allowing himself to settle and fade. Remove lead, remove impurities, and erase impetuousness.

Hope, that's hope.

If he dies, Zhao Ying will also die, and the child in his belly will also die.

So he can only live, and as long as he lives, all will live.

As for death?

No one can let Lao Tzu die, Lao Tzu came to this world just to enjoy the pleasure of living!

Die?

Fuck your uncle, can such a shameless bastard die?

Joke!

"Khooth! Sonor! Sonor! ……”

Long Xiaoqi kept swinging the hammer, he didn't need to think, everything was so natural and natural.

When another month passed, his eyes showed an unprecedented light that was condensed but not scattered, scattered but not chaotic.

At this time, everyone knows that he is mature, truly mature, precipitated from impetuousness, and is as stable as Mount Tai.

It's all about hope, that's all!

When the last day of the three months was about to pass, when the first rays of dawn drove away the darkness, Long Xiaoqi raised the ********** in his hand high and let out a majestic vulgar roar.

This is a scimitar that he forged with his own hands, and this is a scimitar that seems to have no edge, and it is extremely heavy.

It weighs twice as much as a normal **********, and looks like no other scimitar.

This is his tempering, surpassing the tempering of all Gurkha warriors.

"Hey, old man, fight with your knife and mine."

Long Xiaoqi shouted at the old man who had a blood-soaked scimitar.

Many Gurkha people gathered around and made noises.

"Is he crazy enough to compete with the Death Knife?"

"Although his knife is very powerful, it can't be compared to the Death Knife at all."

"Yes, the Grim Reaper Knife is the most powerful knife in our Gurkhas, and it is said that it has killed hundreds of people."

“……”

The knife used by the old man to peel potatoes was called the Grim Reaper's Knife, and it was never damaged after years of fighting.

When the scimitar has drunk enough blood, it is even more murderous, and this kind of knife is definitely not comparable to ordinary knives.

It's a symbol of undefeated, it's a kill. The symbol of killing is inherently mysterious, inexplicable.

Just as an ordinary knife is far weaker than a killing knife, if they collide together, it is usually an ordinary knife that is disconnected.

This is inexplicable, and no one can explain it clearly, if you have to ask for an explanation, maybe it will be murderous.

The old man slowly stood up, drew his scimitar, and slashed at Long Xiaoqi.

"Woo-woo-"

The quick knife immediately tore through the air, giving people the feeling of a ghost crying wolf.

The swarthy blade has long appeared, but at this time, it actually gives people a dark purple sense of enchantment, and the momentum is compelling.

Facing the Grim Reaper Knife, Long Xiaoqi picked up his own knife with his backhand and slammed into the opponent's knife.

Without any hesitation, full of strong self-confidence.

But the surrounding Gurkha Long Xiaoqi is humiliating himself, because no ********** can compete with the Death Sword.

This knife has experienced more than one owner, it is the Grim Reaper, and the person who holds it is the Grim Reaper!

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