I have imagined the end of the bandits more than once.

doesn't rob homes and houses, doesn't seek money and kills, but they are thieves who have the world in mind, which is too different.

So, it is not destined to end well.

Since the day the sky changed, the big boss will definitely leave.

Listen to the words from the mouth of the big boss, the heroes of the world are dead......

It's like a lonely last word.

Is the big boss dead?

No one knows, but such a person, even if he is alive and destined, will not live too well.

Throughout the last few thousand years of history, there are generally two kinds of people who shout for the dawn of the world and for the common people.

One is a traitor, and the other is a good person who is too upright and does not know how to seek a way out for himself.

The traitor, even if the ending is not very good and the stench is 10,000 years, but it is better when he lives and lives a chic life.

If you look at history casually, you can find that words such as rich and powerful are almost all used to describe these people.

Moreover, there are many real traitors who have successfully written themselves as loyal and good people in the history books.

On the other hand, the end of an upright and good person is generally extremely miserable.

In the history books, Xiao Ming didn't believe that he could survive the ending of half a hundred.

So, there's nothing to be impressed about.

This has been the case since ancient times.

Those "old grandchildren", to be honest, don't have any impression of themselves,

A few gold coins, not much, but enough for a few "old grandchildren" to go down the mountain to make a small business or something like that.

Or, let a few "old grandchildren" guard the empty cottage and wait for a few more years.

Speaking of which, such an ending, it seems, is not too bad.

Xiao Ming sorted out his mood, took out his crutches from his backpack, knocked on the flowers and plants on the side of the road at will, and walked leisurely towards the last place in the itinerary.

Next, there is only one Liuyun Village left.

Suddenly remembered the scene when he left the village, a group of Diao people who were plotting to pull themselves off the horse all day long, standing at the entrance of the village, bowing down to themselves, shouting to themselves with tears streaming down their faces, welcoming the village chief out of the village!

Such a group of people is also quite interesting, isn't it?

Strictly speaking, his fate changed dramatically at that moment.

But after thinking about it countless times, I found that I didn't look at the heroes of Liuyun Village with a grateful attitude.

More about liking.

Some people, when you see them at first sight, you will have a good impression of them, but after a long time of contact and deep understanding, they will lose their taste.

Some people, on the contrary, may not have any good feelings at first glance, including later, if there are no accidents, it is difficult for you to like this kind of person.

But once a long time passes, when I think about it occasionally, I will think that kind of person is very cute and respectable.

Those people are probably the second type of people.

Before, I didn't have a good impression of that group of Diao people, and on weekdays, I even wantonly searched and bullied fish and meat, and what really made me feel a great change in that group of Diao people was in the cemetery of heroes in the world 10,000 years ago, when I saw the secrets of this world.

A group of prisoners, a group of prisoners who have lost their freedom, a group of prisoners who struggle between endless life and death, haunted by too good memory.

As a result, some people choose to rise up and fight and become highly respected heroes in the world.

Most people, however, choose to forget.

Although I have not experienced the pain of being repeatedly crushed by the reincarnation of 10,000 tons, I can imagine the horror from just a few words.

So, most people's choices are forgivable. No one has to be a hero.

But the group of people in Liuyun Village are different.

Because you can clearly feel that they are very simple and happy.

In them, you can hardly feel the distress and despair that this heaven and earth has imposed on them.

They are just like ordinary people on earth, blooming their feelings.

It's like an ordinary and ordinary wildflower blooming in hell, until you have seen the darkness and despair of hell, it is difficult for you to understand how great that ordinary wildflower is in bloom.

Xiao Ming thought like this, a village like the ancient paradise in the book was already close at hand.

Xiao Ming put away the crutches, but he still looked down and out of his age for more than ten years, with an expressionless face, walking leisurely towards the village.

In Liuyun Village, everything is as before.

It's just that there are a lot fewer players who are shouting loudly and queuing up to receive the handover task.

After all, the main city has already been opened, and as soon as "Big Future" is launched, all the people are soldiers, so there are only a few old people and children left in the village who enter "Big Future" to see the scenery, fight monsters, and have some fun.

As a result, the villagers who smiled and bent their eyebrows in the past became a little sad.

The villagers sat together in groups of three or two, blowing cowhides that no one would really believe, or following the example of the old village chief, simply lying lazily on their chairs, squinting and napping in the sun.

Occasionally, the player walks past the villagers, who raise their eyelids and quickly close them.

Presumably, the villagers already know the few players left in the village, and there is nothing to fish.

In front of the old village chief, there was a little boy of six, seven or eight years old, who seemed to be about to hand in some task, but the old village chief lying on the chair was snoring like thunder, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

Therefore, the little boy was so anxious that his face turned red, and he simply ran to the old village chief and pulled the old village chief's beard.

This little boy seemed to have a lot of strength, and he was really sincere, saying that pulling a beard is pulling a beard, and at once he pulled off a small handful of the old village chief's goatee.

The old village chief screamed, and a clever man jumped up from his chair, covered his goatee, and pointed to the little boy in front of him and jumped straight to his feet.

It seems that he also knows the roots, and looking at the little boy's unhurried appearance, it is probably not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

The old village chief sighed helplessly, as if he was lamenting his own fame, but in the end it was ruined in the hands of the little boy in front of him, who was only six, seven or eight years old.

Xiao Ming walked through Liuyun Village with an expressionless face, as if he was thinking about something, but when he thought of the end, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

On a meadow a few miles away from Liuyun Village, Xiao Ming rolled on the grass with a smile holding his stomach.

As if tired of laughing, Xiao Ming rested his head on his arms and lay quietly on the grass, looking at the drifting clouds in the sky, and before he knew it, he was already snoring like thunder.

Looking at the raised corners of his mouth, it should be a good dream.