"Bang~Bang~Bang......"

At night, Kurban had his eyes half-closed, his shotgun in his hand, and there was only a violent sound of beatings and collisions outside of the wind and snow.

Kurban was very calm about this, he could see that Song Heng and Luo Qing were not the same people as Zhao Ke.

Why?

The answer is very simple, because Zhao Ke and his party, even the little girl is wearing very thin clothes.

On the contrary, Song Heng and Luo Qing were wearing thick snow suits.

So it is not surprising that the two sides fought.

And when he found out, only Zhao Ke was fighting, and the others were eating and drinking, and there was no interference at all.

Kurban is even more calm.

During this time, his son was still dreaming, and the young man shouted Jiayu's name in a daze, which made Kurban's face smile.

Like himself, a man on horseback, it's normal to like girls.

It's a little younger, and that's okay.

As the saying goes, how can there be a teenager who does not have spring, but will never forget Xu Qingmei.

He now has a wife and a son.

But if you happen to think of the girl who fed the horses together when she was a child, she will also show a satisfied and happy smile.

It was one of the best memories that I cherished in the depths of my memory.

Even if not together.

But the ignorant love of childhood is the most sincere and unforgettable.

The wind and snow outside were blowing, and the fighting was becoming more and more intense, and Kurban's thoughts had long since returned to the time of his childhood sweetheart with the wind and snow.

"It's all your fault!"

Under the roar of anger, Song Heng's body was close to Zhao Ke, and he raised his hand and slammed it on Zhao Ke's chin, causing Zhao Ke's body to lose balance for a while and fall backwards.

It's just that at the same time that Zhao Ke fell to the ground, he kicked Song Heng's lower abdomen, making Song Heng's facial features twisted.

Outside the tent, Fat Pig and Wang Mazi hid outside, worried that something would happen.

Seeing that the two of them were inseparable, the two watched it with relish.

Don't worry at all, what will happen to Zhao Ke.

The fat pig even secretly bet with Wang Mazi that Zhao Ke would definitely lose, and the loss was ugly.

Wang Mazi thought about it and didn't bet with the fat pig, since the idea was the same, there was no point in betting.

There is no doubt that fighting is definitely a quick way to vent your anger.

Zhao Ke didn't explain anything since he walked into the tent.

The angry Song Heng was like an unreasonable lion, pounced on him and hit him.

But this is a great comfort to Zhao Ke.

At least he knew that the senior brother didn't really hold a grudge against him.

Otherwise, the two of them should be sitting in it coldly facing each other now.

Regardless of whether Zhao Ke justified himself or not, Song Heng would not care.

Until Song Heng indifferently sent himself out, from then on they were no longer brothers, but passers-by who were like strangers.

Only for passers-by, Song Heng will hide the anger in his heart.

Simply, Song Heng didn't really resent Zhao Ke in his heart.

The two are using their fists to express this heavy brotherhood.

I saw that the two people in the tent quickly threw themselves into a ball again.

Song Heng's eyes were red, and his fist smashed on Zhao Ke's cheek without any scruples.

With a punch, the bridge of Zhao Ke's nose made a crisp sound, and blood was stained on Zhao Ke's cheeks for a while.

However, although Zhao Ke was beaten very badly.

But these are just appearances, in real terms, it is Song Hengshang who is heavier, but he is so angry that he has completely forgotten the pain under his ribs.

"He has been waiting for you, how long has he been waiting for you in Kunlun Mountain?

Did you know that he stood outside the cave for ten hours a day?

If it weren't for me and Luo Qing insisting on replacing him.

He's going to be standing there stupidly all the time, waiting for you to come, you bastard, where are you dead! ”

Compared with the elder brother's weak fist, what really stabbed Zhao Ke was an angry roar.

He could even imagine.

Standing in the wind and snow, silently staring at the old man in the distance, how he looked forward to his return as soon as possible.

When the old man couldn't hold on anymore, how helpless he was in his heart.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke only hated Song Heng's fists, which were soft and had no strength at all, softer than the female sons (sons) of those girls in the Red Smoke Pavilion.

Zhao Ke silently closed his eyes, hoping that the senior brother would be able to fight a little more painfully.

It's just that after a long wait, Zhao Ke opened his dark eyelids, but saw Song Heng glaring at him angrily, tears falling on Zhao Ke's face.

The cold tears made Zhao Ke feel the pain in Song Heng's heart.

"Get out of here!"

Throwing Zhao Ke away with both hands, Song Heng rushed out of the tent with a sad and angry face, as if only the ice and snow in the sky could calm down the manic beast in his heart.

Zhao Ke was lying on a thick blanket, and he didn't even bother to wipe the blood on his face.

He knew that his senior brother would be fine, and this beating had already made him vent his grievances and anger in his heart.

It's just that Song Heng felt comfortable, but Zhao Ke felt very uncomfortable.

In my mind, the image of the old man standing alone in the ice and snow, like a Wangfu stone, could not be dispersed for a long time.

Every time he thought about it, Zhao Ke's heart felt like a pinprick in pain.

"I'm sorry, old man, I did my best!"

Zhao Ke covered his face with his hands and wiped away the tears on his face.

A fight just now finally woke up Luo Qing, who was still unconscious, in a vague sense.

The body was up, and he looked at Zhao Ke lying on the ground in a daze.

Consciousness was not awake at all.

Still scratching his hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, he squinted his eyes and said, "Second Senior Brother, where is Master?" ”

Zhao Ke was already on fire in his heart.

After a cold look, seeing that this guy hadn't woken up yet, he was angry, and said angrily: "Master was captured by a monster!" ”

Poor Luo Qing's brain was the same as paste, and when he heard this, he subconsciously asked, "Is it a snake spirit or a scorpion spirit?" ”

The corners of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, his eyes suddenly darkened, he got up from the ground, quickly walked in front of Luo Qing, who had not woken up yet, and raised his fist and beat him.

After beating Luo Qing up.

Zhao Ke walked out of the tent, the ice and snow fell on Zhao Ke's cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed for a while.

The depression in my heart dissipated most of it at once.

When I looked back, I saw Song Heng sitting next to the stable, covering the wind and snow with the help of the stable, and he raised his head in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Zhao Kechang sighed, stepped forward without speaking, and sat quietly beside Song Heng.

Like Song Heng, he looked up at the goose-feather-like snow in front of him.

"Is there any smoke?"

Song Heng didn't look at Zhao Ke, and asked Zhao Ke for cigarettes in a calm voice.

But that thing Zhao Ke has already quit.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ke quietly took out a cigarette stick with his hands behind his back, put on the tobacco indiscriminately, and fumbled for a long time, but he didn't find a lighter.

"Stupid!!"

Seeing Zhao Ke's clumsy appearance, Song Heng took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it over after scolding.

Zhao Ke took the lighter, lit the tobacco, took a hard puff, and handed the cigarette stick to Song Heng.

Look at the cigarette stick in your hand.

Song Heng couldn't help but feel a little sad, "The old man smoked this thing very early, and you didn't enter the door at that time......"

Zhao Ke didn't speak, Song Heng put the cigarette stick to his mouth and took a hard puff.

Different from the mellowness of cigarettes, Song Heng took a sip, and the spicy and slightly bitter taste made him cough unbearably.

"That's not how it was smoked."

Zhao Ke snatched the cigarette stick, gave it to Song Heng after giving it a demonstration, and then gave it back to Song Heng, but this time Song Heng just didn't smoke it in his hand.

At this time, Luo Qing came out of the tent, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his left cheeks were bulging.

After glancing at Zhao Ke and Song Heng, he walked over and sat next to Zhao Ke.

After hesitating for a while, seeing that Zhao Ke and Song Heng didn't speak, just looked up at the snow, Luo Qing finally couldn't help it: "Senior brother, second senior brother, I...... Hungry! ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw Zhao Ke looking back at him and said with disdain: "If you are hungry, you won't find something to eat by yourself, stupid." ”

It's a perfect chain of contempt.

From Song Heng to Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke to Luo Qing.

Even if Zhao Ke had the ability to knock Song Heng and Luo Qing over, he still stayed silently in the position of this chain of contempt.

Who let them be brothers brought up by a master?

The three of them looked up at the snow in the sky.

Until Luo Qing couldn't help but sneeze.

The snow on the stables fell with a clatter, instantly covering the three of them underneath.

Wait for the three of them to come out and look at each other.

The swollen faces of the three were covered with white snowflakes.

Seeing this, I didn't know who it was, so I laughed first, and then the three of them couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

Kurban, who was hiding in his tent, suddenly had a spirit, interrupted his dream by this burst of laughter, and couldn't help wiping his saliva.

His eyes glared out fiercely, and he scolded: "Three spoons! ”