The fat man fell to the ground on his back, his face still facing the door, only to see a sword pierce through the crack in the door, and with a "click", the deadbolt was broken in the middle - what a sword that sharpened iron like clay! The little fat man was dumbfounded, one hand was propped up, half-lying on the ground, thinking that he didn't have any enemies, which one is this revenge? The blade of the sword pierced through the crack in the door, and the hilt remained outside the door, but the door did not open, and the blade did not move, and it was unknown who was holding the hilt outside. If this sword pierces directly into the fat man's body and stabs it, I don't know what the fat man will be afraid of; Halfway through the game he didn't move, the little fat man lay down, his hands were numb, he simply stood up, a nameless fire ignited in his chest, sat down at the table, slapped the table angrily, and shouted: "Can't you let people have a good meal?" In! Don't pretend to be a ghost! In fact, I was still thinking about the fact that the puppy swallowed the gold nugget and died, and I was annoyed, and I was still scared to eat something at this time, and the anger came up.

The door opened, and the sword entered...... The fat man took a look and gasped. I was annoyed in my heart, thinking that no matter who came in, it would be a big deal to fight to the death, and you would kill me with a sword! And then the sword came in—only this one, no one held the hilt, and the sword floated in on its own.

The little fat man's hands are still on the table, maintaining the posture of slapping the table, but the momentum of slapping the table can disappear without a trace! But whoever comes in, regardless of whether the person is unrecognizable or covered with a hood, the little fat man doesn't care, he is afraid of this kind of unexpected, what is the matter if a sword comes in by itself! No one, how can you get this, stand up and fight with this sword? How is this play? If I break the sword, I win, and if the sword chops me to death, it wins? Then it's a win!

The little fat man ran out of ideas and sat still. The sword, slowly and straightly, floated straight to the table, and stood upright, the hilt of the sword pointed on the bench, and the blade was half above the table. If the hilt of the sword is compared to the buttocks, and the tip of the sword is compared to the head, the sword is like a man sitting on a bench and poking his head out of the table to find something to eat. The fat man looked at it for a long time, couldn't understand what the situation was, touched his head, and said to the sword: "You can eat some too?" ”

"Eat a little, eat a little!" A gruff voice rang out.

The little fat man quickly glanced inside the room and stared at the sword with a frown: "Hey, you...... Are you talking? ”

"Guess."

Now you can confirm it, there is no one else in the room, say it yourself, this sword is back, it must be this sword that is talking!

The little fat man scratched his head and pondered: "That's right, a sword, if it can walk by itself and sit at this table, it will not be strange that it can speak." ”

"You...... Something to eat? The little fat man tried to ask.

"Give me some rice wine."

"Oh, okay, you ......" The little fat man poured a bowl of wine and stood up, his hand stretched out halfway and stopped, "You ...... Mouth. Hey, open your mouth! ”

Then I heard an angry voice roaring, "You are sick! The little fat man shook his hands in fright, and his whole body shrank back.

"Pour the wine, hurry up!" The blade of the sword shook.

"Okay, okay," the little fat man bent forward with the bowl in his hand, "what...... How to pour it to you? ”

"Don't move."

"Yes, okay."

The blade of the sword bent, and the tip of the sword reached the edge of the bowl, and said, "Pour." ”

"Oh, oh, okay." The little fat man tilted the bowl, and the wine flowed onto the tip of the sword.

The little fat man looked at it, the wine dried up as soon as it touched the tip of the sword, and the sword body was not wet at all, it seemed that the tip of the sword was its mouth, and he drank all the wine.

"Tut-tut...... One more bowl, another bowl. ”

The little fat man was busy filling the bowl again, and now he was familiar with the road, and he didn't need a sword to speak, so the fat man put the bowl on the tip of the sword and said, "Come on, drink." ”

The sword finished drinking, staggered and "sat down", and a sentence came out: "Boy! Do you still recognize me? ”

The little fat man suddenly understood something, looked at the sword, and said, "I don't recognize ......."

The sword said, "If you mess with me again, I'll cut off your mouth!" I don't recognize what you're doing with this sudden realization? ”

The little fat man ducked back and said, "I don't recognize it, but I don't recognize it, but it looks familiar." ”

"Boy!" The sword jumped a few times, "On this table, except for this pot of wine, which you brought from, the rest, the ones you ate into your stomach, I put them on your table!" ”

"Wow!" The little fat man suddenly realized this time, "I said who set this table for me to be delicious, it turned out to be you!" Ay? How did you get it, you can get me some more. ”

"I'll kill you!" As the sword spoke, it swept sideways, and a gust of wind forced the little fat man to close his eyes.

When the little fat man opened his eyes again, the table was clean and there was nothing.

"Do you know how many people died here?" Jian shouted sharply, "If it weren't for the fact that you still have some conscience, I would have broken your body into thousands of pieces!" ”

The little fat man lowered his eyes and looked at the table, his eyes were red: "You can talk when you speak, oops~ You quickly change those food back to me." You're going to let me eat a big meal, and it's not too late for me to chop it up! ”

The tip of the sword shook left and right: "Hey~ When I meet you, I'm really out of line." ”

"Boy, have you ever seen a big gold?"

The little fat man cried directly: "I've seen it, I haven't covered it with heat in my hand, it's gone!" ”

"I can give it to you," said the sword, "a large piece of gold, I have it, you can buy whatever you want, and you will not lack food in your life!" ”

The little fat man glared, his eyes were bright, and he stretched out his hand: "Bring it!" ”

The sword jumped up, and the little fat man's palm turned red with a "snap": "Don't want to make a face?" When you come up, you stretch out your hand to take care of men, and you want to eat and ask for gold? ”

"You're not human, you ...... Barely a sword man. ”

"You're a slut, your whole family is a slut!" The sword slashed again, smashing the little fat man's arm as well.

The little fat man bared his teeth and rubbed his swollen hands: "Oh! It hurts, it hurts. ”

"It hurts?" The sword said, "If I cut you, you'll have no more hands." Come, stretch out your hand, and I will give you gold. ”

The little fat man put his hands under his armpits, and his head shook like a rattle: "Don't want it, don't want it." What the hell are you going to do? ”

The sword stabbed against the little fat man's face, and the sword stopped at the little fat man's ear. The little fat man heard a deep voice in his ear, and said, "As long as you do something for me, I will give you as much gold as you want." Now go out and go thirty-five paces to the northeast, and you will be able to dig a piece of gold out of the ground. Go ahead, I'll wait for you. ”

The little fat man was skeptical, and there was no other way, so go and see. After going out of the door, he turned the direction to find the northeast side, stepped forward, and said in his mouth: "1, 2, 3,...... 34，35。 "When I stopped, I felt that the piece under my feet was very strong, and it was different from the feeling of stepping on the dirt all the way. He moved his feet, squatted down and dug in, dug a small pit, and pulled out a few handfuls of earth, and a large piece of gold was exposed!