Black clouds are in the sky, obscuring the bright moon.

Du Zhanpeng held a spear, leaning against the wall, hoping to shelter some of the cold winds that were urging him in winter, and there was a torch burning next to him, so that the heat barely made him not like those people in a cage, after starving and losing his strength, he fell asleep in the cold wind, and then he could never wake up again.

But the old man caught the other day was an exception......

An old lame man can survive in this weather for so long, and his life is hard enough.

The people around him were not interested in talking in this kind of weather, and he was the same.

Winter is a lazy season, especially just after the first month, he always thinks uncontrollably about the children of his hometown and his mother-in-law, in the past, at this time, it should be a family of three nested on the edge of the stove, roasted on the top of two sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes should be roasted to the skin of the ground is browned and browned, it is best to ooze the kind of honey-like sticky thing, to be delicious.

The son is the most obsessed with that.

After the New Year, I should have grown taller again.

A smile appeared at the corner of Du Zhanpeng's mouth, and he exhaled into his hands, rubbed it, and the thoughts in his heart became clearer, he wanted to work hard here, gain trust, and then take the opportunity to escape.

Let's work harder......

At this moment, there seemed to be a trace of abnormal smell in the air, Du Zhanpeng was slightly stunned, carefully searched for memories in his mind, but he still couldn't understand the details, his heart became more and more uneasy, and he turned around, wanting to greet his companions who were keeping vigil together.

The black clouds dispersed.

The companion who was supposed to be pretending to sleep fell to the ground at some point, and in front of him, the figure that seemed to come from the eighteenth hell raised his head, under the hideous mask of the Prison Breaking Dragon Beast, a pair of black and white eyes looked at him quietly, and a scarlet viscous liquid flowed from the neck of the big man under his feet, and the cold fear instantly clenched Du Zhanpeng's heart.

He instinctively screamed, but suddenly an afterimage lit up in front of him, and in the darkness of the night, it was even more dazed than the night, and his throat ached, and he fell into darkness completely.

The black clouds are fading away, and the stars and moon are in the sky.

Not suitable for killing, appropriate Zhaoxue.

Wang Anfeng walked in this village like a ghost, the robbers were shrewd, but they never thought that this evil god was personally invited back, the nine palace steps of the Daomen were enough for him to avoid the blind spot of these robbers, he used to carry a thousand pounds of chains, and the snow was only as usual, but now there is no weight, there is no trace of the snow, and it is not difficult to move silently.

Shaolin Changquan is not suitable for killing.

But the direct stab that Mr. Win taught was extremely ruthless, infused with thunder, and in the cold wind, there was no need for a second move to kill.

At this time, Wang Anfeng was unusually calm and rational, hidden in the dark, like a warrior fighting, not urgent, after the killing, he hid it in the dark cracks on the spot, quietly and effectively investigated.

He didn't intend to let any of them go.

As time deepened, the slower he moved, and one by one the robbers died under a sword in the shadows, and no one could fight back.

Until this time, the house in the center of Dazhai was still brightly lit, the man's rough laughter was mixed with the woman's pain, the red candle flickered, and the figure fell on the window and door, twisting and dancing, like an evil ghost, and was again covered by an ink color.

On the green bamboo, a trace of purple thunder flashed, roasting the flesh and blood on the bamboo, emitting a hellish stench.

……………………………………

As the morning dawn rose, the old man sat like a dead corpse in a cage in the cold wind.

Consciousness gradually blurred in the wind, just before falling into darkness, almost instinctively picked up a sharp stone next to him, and smashed it into his thigh, his throat let out a low scream, but the old man took advantage of this to regain consciousness, his body trembled, gasping for breath, a lot of sweat soon oozed from his forehead, and his dirty white hair was wet and sticking to his wrinkled face.

The old man sat and gasped for a moment, dragged his inconvenient right leg, reluctantly reached to the edge of the railing, reached out, picked up the water that had been frozen into broken ice from the 'rice bowl', and took it in tremblingly, the ice was dirty, and there were even dried grass and other sundries in it, but the old man didn't look at it, he stuffed it directly into his mouth and chewed it, and then took the food that had already emitted a foul smell, and swallowed it in his stomach.

With something in his belly and two points of energy restored, the old man barely leaned against the cold wall and looked into the distance.

The young man has been taken away for a few hours, and I am afraid that it will be more than lucky.

"I'm a great Qin...... I'm a great Qin ......"

The old man clenched his teeth and his nose was slightly sore.

The sky was slightly bright, and the sunrise in winter was a cold color, pale, cold, and cold to the point of making people tremble in the blue sky, spreading out in the sky and sky, the old man exhaled a cold breath, knowing that a warm sun would appear soon, and he looked forward to it, but it was even more sad in an instant.

The sun is going to rise outside......

But where is the disgusting thing in this stockade that the sun can get rid of?

The sun is still scattered, and the winter sun is thin and cool, but it is already precious.

The old man trembled and stretched out his right hand to pray for a hint of warmth.

It seems that because of the dawn, there is a crisp and short bird cry from the distant mountains, which is only a little slight at first, but it can rise and fall in an instant, and the sorrow is endless.

The old man's body stiffened suddenly, and although he heard the birdsong, it became clearer and clearer, confirming that it was not his own imagination, his eyes slowly widened, and his lips trembled:

"Here we are...... Here it ......."

"Finally touched it......"

The old man wanted to laugh, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he sat down, pulled up the trouser leg of his right leg, revealing a hideous new wound, and touched the sharp stone with his right hand, exhaled lightly, and stabbed it fiercely at his right leg.

The wound that had just grown was cracked, and the already pale face had almost faded to the last trace of blood, and the stone in his hand fell to the ground, and the sharp part was stuck with blood and pus, which was quite dazzling, and the old man trembled and stretched out his hand to reach into the wound and rub it.

His body trembled from the severe pain, but he couldn't make the slightest sound for fear that the robbers would find out, and he endured intense pain in silence.

The old man's thin body trembled suddenly, a dull roar came out of his throat, and finally took out a delicate object, the five fingers of his right hand were already full of blood, and he gasped, and the severe pain felt the strongest at this time, the old man gritted his teeth and supported the ground with his palm, and struggled to the cage little by little, and the sound of the cuckoo crying blood in his ears became more and more poignant, echoing far and near.

Hitting his head on the cold rusty railing, barely holding himself up, the corners of the old man's mouth hooked, and his eyes full of resentful hatred.

The right hand poked out of the cage, the left hand exerted all the strength of the body, and pulled hard, the blood and pus did not affect the delicacy of the mechanism, the flame ignited, burning the palm of the old man, but he only felt a warmth, the fireworks rose into the sky, exploded violently, dispelled the night that had not been completely dispersed, and turned into a huge ancient seal, with sharp strokes, like blood red.

Qin!

The cuckoo cries blood in his ears and suddenly stops.

The old man rolled over and lay on the ground, the sharp pain in his leg was still there, but he was already familiar with it, the firework was smeared with a layer of coarse salt near it, and then put it into the cut wound on his thigh, along the way, he relied on this severe pain, struggling against the effect of the anesthetic, and carefully threw down the mark.

It's been three days, three days.

Finally...... I thought that the mark was scattered by the beast and couldn't find it, but I didn't want to, so I still won the bet!

The old man laughed heartily, his eyebrows fearless.

Die without regrets.

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The cold wind was cold, and the tall figures who were only dressed in ordinary Orion clothes were silent, gathering from the surrounding mountains and forests, and gathering towards the place where the Qin characters in the sky had not dispersed for a long time, the tall man headed by the tall man held a horizontal knife, his eyebrows were cold, and his body was full of frost and morning dew, but he was still resolute.

The thieves were shrewd, and they could only strip their iron armor and scatter into the forest like ordinary hunters, looking for markers.

Afraid of startling the grass and snakes, do not make a fire at night.

Three days without sleep!

Before the blood-colored Qin character faded, the eighty Qin soldiers rushed into the village, but only found many dead bodies lying down, and the man at the head swept with tiger eyes, found the traces of the old man, strode over, roared with a horizontal knife in his palm, and slashed the cage twice.

When the old man saw his figure, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and his face appeared with joy, but then he turned into anger again, raised his hand and slammed it on the face of the man who was holding him, grabbed his collar with one hand, and pointed to the hanging corpse with his right hand trembling, his eyes were red, and he asked in a trembling voice:

"Why is it too late......"

"Why is it too late?!!"

The man was slapped raw, opened his mouth, and said:

"The end will be too late, and I am willing to be dealt with by military law."

"Military law is a fart, I have not been your commander for a long time, a weak staff officer, where can I have the right to punish you......"

The old man took two steps back, gasped twice, pulled out the waist knife of the soldier next to him, and shouted in a hissed voice:

"Kill all the scum!"

The voice fell, and Fu coughed violently a few times, holding a Daqin battle knife, staggering, refusing to fall.

On this day, eighty Qin soldiers, dressed in cloth and armed with knives, entered the stockade, but only found the corpse of a robber.

went down to the ordinary pawns, up to the seven bandit leaders, and all of them were killed.

The death is uniform, an empty hole in the throat.

The bandit leader Yuan Yuanji died in the big mansion that he smashed out with money, his eyes widened, he didn't blink to death, holding his own knife in his hand, it seemed that he had found an enemy, and he had not yet drawn his knife, he had been killed by a blow, and a beautiful woman next to him was unconscious, and her delicate body was carefully draped in a black dress, which was ink-colored all over, only the cuffs and collar were pure white, and there was no dust.

The old man pushed everyone away, staggered to the bandit leader with a knife, his chest rose and fell violently, grinned, and said:

"Yuan Yuanji, old man, entrusted by the hundreds of villagers who died unjustly, I came to pay you a farewell."

After that, he mustered up his strength, the Great Qin war knife roared, slashing on the body of the bandit, the warrior was strong, and only a knife mark was chopped, but the old man seemed to be unconscious and held the knife and chopped it down again and again, the blade flashed, reflecting the old man's hideous and terrifying, like a crazy demeanor like a demon killing a demon.

It didn't take long until the knife fell to the ground, and the old man's palm trembled because of the loss of strength, and then he stopped, and the old man panted and looked at the hateful face that was almost chopped to the ground, and collapsed to the ground, crying and crying.

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