There was no way out in front of him, and behind him was a tiger and a wolf, but Zhu Ding didn't feel much fear, just some regrets, some guilt, and some confusion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This life may be the most prosaic quiet harbor in the course of his life, Guozuo is so far away from him, on the surface he can live a life that an ordinary child can live, he can enjoy the love of the elderly, he can half-truthfully show the grievances of the abuse of his elders, he can take a group of little villains around the mountains like a child king, and he can even take five bastards to peek at the eldest daughter of the old Zhang family who is about to leave the cabinet to take a bath......

Having experienced nine short life journeys, he had the ambition to be a time-traveler, wanting to transform a world he liked with the knowledge in his mind far ahead of his time; has all the identities and positions that ordinary people dare not think of, but God has not given him enough time to be unwilling.

He tried all means to fight, but in the end, it seemed that human beings could not resist the will of God after all, so he gradually became submissive, gradually disregarded life, gradually got by, and gradually began to look forward to the end of each life.

However, today, it seems that time has come to the end of his short life, but he has a strong reluctance in many complicated emotions.

This emotion came so hot, it ignited him almost the moment it was born.

Thoughts are flying boundless, time has lost meaning, Zhu Ding opened his eyes, felt Zhou Tianding's still stable shoulders, heard his messy breathing, and saw the majestic back of the endless battle in the crowd not far ahead, it was Mr. Chun.

Zhu Ding's escape road has reached the end, and the arrow chasing for his life seems to have stopped because of the departure of the woman in black, and it has not been activated again after such a long time.

The roar of the shelling continued, but the crater remained at a standstill fifty paces from Zhuding, where it had been blown into a small pond, and even the rain in the street had thinned out because of its presence.

There was no point in running, and the road was already at the end of the road, and the doors of the houses on both sides of the street were closed, and there was not a single light in the houses, as if the loud roar of the whole night could not make their dreams any longer.

The darkness and silence in the distance contrasted with the shouts of the fighting in front of him, and the zealous townspeople of the past fell asleep on this pouring rainy night, real or fake. In such a situation, Zhu Ding seemed to vaguely hear Mr. Wen's no longer calm footsteps treading water, and he didn't know if the harsh old master had been buried under the sudden artillery fire.

Zhou Tianding stopped in the distance of Mr. Chun's fighting figure, but did not put Zhu Ding's no longer tough body into the rain, but held it in front of him, at this time Zhu Ding was already like a paralyzed patient, except above the neck.

"Less, young master, woo woo ......"

A short figure emerged from under the eaves of a house, his hurried footsteps and anxious mood ruining his usual poor sense of balance, and he stumbled and cried all the way to the top of the stumbling in the mud.

Zhu Ding was a little surprised, this timid child who had never been in tune with them should not have appeared here at this time anyway.

He is Wu Xiaoliu, the sixth in the clan, Wu Laosan's only son, is a thin boy who is easy to be shy, but has a big head, before Wu Laosan made his career, he was the object of ridicule of many children in the town, until now his personality is very timid and cowardly, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy is more likely to blush and be shy than girls of the same age.

"Young master, you, why are you hurt like this, I ......"

Wu Xiaoliu's crying was interrupted by Zhou Tianding's cold snort, and he timidly tried his best to stop crying and stopped talking, but silently lifted Zhou Tianding with his arms like bamboo poles, and couldn't take care of the place, wanting to let Zhu Ding be less contaminated with some turbid rainwater.

The unspeakable pain and cold rain made Zhu Ding fall into a trance again, and his consciousness became muddy.

The three of them stood quietly under the rain curtain at the end of the street, waiting, waiting for Mr. Chun to kill the enemy that could not be seen and take them home; Or Mr. Haru's death by the enemies who came out of nowhere, and finally put an end to the hustle and bustle of the night.

Zhou Tianding is the youngest and most active one among the five tigers, at this time he is worried about the four brothers who don't know which corner he fell, and he can even feel Zhu Ding's body temperature in this cold rainy night, and when he saw Wu Xiaoliu, who was crying and crying without a man, he was bored for a while, so he opened his mouth and scolded:

"Cry, cry, cry, you know crying all the time, can you go find my brothers if you have the kung fu?

Weep here, you dead man's head! ”

Hearing Zhou Tianding's scolding, Wu Xiaoliu suddenly stopped his voice, got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and hurried towards the county government that had become a ruin.

The sound of the cannon had been silent for half an hour, and the arrows from the dark night had never been seen again, but that didn't mean that the dark place was safe.

Zhou Tianding is young and doesn't like to use his brain, he can't think of this, but Zhu Ding can't, even if his brain has paste rolling in it now, and he can't wait to faint immediately, he also knows that he can't let Wu Xiaoliu walk over, and at the same time, he also prays and believes that the other four tigers will be safe and sound.

Zhu Ding anxiously made a color at the tiger, his lower hand no longer knew when it had been dislocated, and even his throat was hot and painful, and it was difficult to make a sound.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the distance, and the flames that rushed to the sky could be clearly seen here, and even some figures fell from the sky with a body of flames.

Wu Xiaoliu hurriedly turned around as if he had thought of something, and took out something from his arms as if he was shy, which surprised Zhu Ding.

It was a monocular with a somewhat rough workmanship, but once when Zhu Ding went to discuss things with Wu Laosan, he casually mentioned it in front of him, but he didn't expect him to really make such a thing.

Wu Xiaoliu took advantage of the situation to put the telescope on his right eye, and after seeing the movement there, he said in surprise:

"There is actually a hole in the middle of the cliff, and a white-haired old man also jumped out, hey, it is the old man who quarreled with my second uncle a few days ago......

Ay? What's that? ”

Before he finished speaking, as if he had been frightened, he screamed and then fell to the ground, but when he was halfway there, he quickly got up as if he remembered something, ran towards Zhu Ding, and then turned and jumped up, stretched out his hands forward, as if to grasp something important.

The next moment, a sharp arrow carried his thin body towards Zhu Ding.

This arrow, regardless of speed and power, can no longer be compared with the previous ones, if Liu Di is still here, if the woman in black is not dead, it can be easily found and stopped without much effort.

But it was Wu Xiaoliu who discovered it, and it was only Wu Xiaoliu, a timid and cowardly boy who did not have any martial arts skills.

Even though the power of that arrow could not be compared with the previous ones, it was far beyond the full force of an ordinary archer, and it did not stop after Wu Xiaoliu, and continued to move along its predetermined trajectory, although there was a deviation, but it did not stop.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow took Wu Xiaoliu across the distance of those few steps, and Zhou Tianding only had time to hold Zhu Ding's body and move sideways slightly, although he staggered the edge of the arrow, he couldn't avoid Wu Xiaoliu, who was already one with the arrow.

Zhu Dingden was smashed and spurted blood from his mouth and nose.

Before Zhu Ding could recover from the severe pain, he heard a rush of footsteps approaching from far and near near the house on the side of the road—the man was sprinting with all his might.

A black-clothed man with a black veil covering his face carried a short sword that seemed familiar, and quickly killed the three of Zhu Ding, and the weapon in his hand pointed at Zhu Ding, who had been knocked away from Zhou Tianding's arm by Wu Xiaoliu!

Without weapons, exhausted physical strength and not good at punches and feet, the tiger almost always looked at each other, and was stabbed to the ground by the blue short sword in the hand of the man in black, he used his last strength to hold the right leg of the man in black, and used his weight to block the footsteps of the man in black, but only a few breaths later, the short sword in the hand of the man in black was lightly touched on his neck.

Zhou Tianding suddenly let go of his hands, his hands were not as he imagined, just like the tragic warrior in the story Zhu Ding told him, even if he was dead, he clung to the enemy and held on to it, he was so unwilling to lose control of his body, he could only try his best to raise his fingers and stretch forward, and finally he could only helplessly smash his head into the water, a black blood flowed out of his neck, and it was washed away in a blink of an eye.

The man in black slowed down his pace, he looked at Zhu Ding, who was extremely weak, as if he would faint at any moment, saluted solemnly, and then stabbed out the short sword in his hand.

However, the short sword did not stab into Zhu Ding's body as easily as the man in black imagined, ending the child's life, and his sword was grabbed by a pair of thin hands and stuffed into the delicate chest of the hand owner.

The man in black was a little surprised, but he didn't care, the owner of the hands he knew, was the most cowardly child in the town, he was surprised by the courage shown by the other party today, but he didn't care about his stupidity, the end was already doomed.

But in the next moment, he stabbed the short sword forward, wanting to penetrate Wu Xiaoliu and Zhu Ding together, but encountered great resistance, and he was no stranger to that resistance, it was the feeling that the blade was stuck in the hard bone crack and could not advance or retreat.

The kind of pain that the man in black had personally experienced more than ten years ago, and it was definitely unbearable, but the eyes of the usually weak child in front of him were shining, and there was even a smile on his face, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly surrounded the man in black, and he didn't have time to think about it, and almost used all his strength to carry the weight of his body forward.

And just when the short sword pierced Wu Xiaoliu's body and pierced Zhu Ding's left chest, the man in black heard a sound like a cannonball, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost all his consciousness.

Wu Xiaoliu leaned up with difficulty and care, and after making sure that the short sword that had penetrated him left Zhu Ding's body, he turned to look at Zhu Ding, he looked so carefully, lest he miss any detail, until he was sure that Zhu Ding was only pierced by the short sword and did not hurt the inside, then he let out a long breath.

After that, he sat in the water with difficulty, and lingered for a long time as if his body wanted to approach but did not dare to touch it, before he showed the things in his hand like a treasure:

"Young master, look, this is the short gun that my father took a lot of effort to get, you said that this thing can be used without ignition, and you also said that it can be used on rainy days, you see, isn't that so?"

Without waiting for Zhu Ding to answer, he lowered his head, looked at the short gun in his hand seriously, and said after a while:

"You all hate me for being timid, and I don't grow big, and you don't play with me.

But my father said that the young master is the great benefactor of my family, let me call you the young master, and let me be your future retainer, but my father said that I was too cowardly, more cowardly than him, and couldn't count on me, so he wanted to give me another brother, I inherited the family property, and my brother followed the young master.

But I also want to be able to follow you all day long like the five of them, I don't dare to be the brother you said, I just want to follow you, even if I can be a follower.

When I was a child, Xu Xiangkun and they always bullied me, beat me and scolded me, my mother left early, and my father didn't care about me and knew how to gamble, but since you went to find my father, my family's life has gotten better like pie in the sky, and my father doesn't lose his temper anymore.

Brother Xu, they still looked down on me, but they didn't beat me again. ”

He suddenly raised his head, and there was no pain on his face, but it was filled with extreme joy:

"Young master, do you know, today they asked me for help, they asked me for help! They also said thank you to me! ”

Then his face darkened again: "But I'm too stupid, I'm too timid, I didn't dare to burn the county government, they will definitely call me a coward and a sissy again......"

"I always do wrong things, I can't do anything well, young master, you also dislike me......

But I just want to follow the young master, not because my father asked me to repay the favor, not because I want to prove anything, but because the young master doesn't bully me, he still stands up for me, and teaches me to do some fun things, and ......"

Wu Xiaoliu's weaker and weaker tone came to an abrupt end, and the corners of his mouth still had a unique smile when he recalled a certain memory, but his bright eyes had dimmed, and his blood-soaked chest no longer rose and fell.

Zhu Ding's throat made a hissing sound, but the swelling all over his body and the dislocated jaw could no longer make a single word, he could only listen to Wu Xiaoliu's last words weakly, but he couldn't give even a syllable of comfort and recognition, he could only watch the thin figure gradually leave in longing and disappointment.

Tears finally broke through the shackles and flowed, and a kind of sorrow that he had never felt before spread in the bottom of his heart, not violent but painful.

When he was very young, he seemed to be the child who was always hunched and ragged, the child who was always regarded as a beggar by children of the same age.

He seemed to hear the humble child who was gradually getting healthy but always indelible, calling his young master again and again, always wanting to ask but not daring to say anything to stare at his design stupidly, always after making things that he spit out casually in his mouth, he ran to him like a treasure and looked down at his toes, even if he didn't give praise or even just a perfunctory sentence that he said casually because he was unhappy, it could make him run away happily.

He seemed to remember for the first time that no matter what he was doing, there was always a shadow around him, and he wanted to be close but had low self-esteem to watch from afar, he would cheer for himself, regret himself, and synchronize all his emotions from afar.

Wu Xiaoliu has never been a member of his circle, but he is eager to walk between himself and the Five Tigers, even if it is really like what he said, just being a sidekick, just running errands back and forth, he will be very satisfied, right?

Wu Xiaoliu is obviously a few years older than himself, but he has such a strong sense of dependence on himself.

Zhu Ding suddenly became resentful, hating why he hadn't found out earlier, hadn't faced the always cowardly figure earlier, if it had been earlier, even if it was just a few days ago, would Wu Xiaoliu not leave so disappointed?

But without ifs, time can't be repeated......

Zhu Ding wanted to cry loudly, for the sake of the brother who he cherished after he died, for the neglect he had been having, and for the remorse in his heart, but his injury even deprived him of the right to speak out, so he could only silently look at the thin body that was still sitting in the rain and wept silently.

A dog barked and suddenly broke through the roar of the heavy rain, there seemed to be a rumbling sound outside the town, and footsteps sounded near Zhu Ding, and an old man and a fat man appeared in front of Zhu Ding with the weak four tigers in their arms.

Looking at these strange or familiar figures, Zhu Ding suddenly felt that including the Four Tigers, including these two strangers, including Mr. Wen, who came at the end of the faltering footsteps, including Zhu Ding himself, including everyone in this town, was so hateful and hateful!

Then his eyes went dark, and he ended the pain of his body and the whipping of his soul, and fainted.