Zheng Qiu was kicked in the chest, and the air in his lungs choked involuntarily.

He turned his head and rolled five feet away on the ground, the yellow sand stained with his clothes and the wounds embedded in the palms of his hands, which were extremely painful.

Holding his chest and struggling to sit up, he saw the cultivator holding a soft sword and striding towards him.

It's over, I'm dead!

Intense fear washed over his mind, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.

Zheng Qiu's face turned pale with fright, his legs kept moving, his arms propped his body back, and the whole person sat on the ground and kept retreating, wanting to stay away from the thin man.

But the thin man cultivator got closer and closer, his head gradually went blank, and only the other party's murderous eyes could be seen in his field of vision.

Just then, his numb arm touched something, a hard object hidden around his waist.

A ray of hope shone into Zheng Qiu's blank mind, this was Ma Peng's processed weapon, the dagger made of a broken sword caught in a stone.

Boom, he swallowed the saliva from his mouth, reached into his clothes, and clutched the stone handle of the dagger.

Clenched, clenched again, he couldn't feel the pain in his palm, only knew that this dagger was his last straw.

The thin man cultivator came to Zheng Qiu in the blink of an eye, raised the soft sword in his hand and shouted, "Dare to trick me with dry dung, die!"

As he spoke, the soft sword slashed down, and a pale gray halo slashed out a mist-like airflow.

Plop, plop, Zheng Qiu's heartbeat has never been so fast, and he opened his mouth to shout, as if he wanted to spit out all the breath in his chest.

At the same time, his left hand propped up to the ground, and his right hand pulled the dagger out of his clothes, and with all his strength he propped it up from the ground, pushing the dagger into the thin man's chest.

At this moment, the city wall, the ground, the pain, including the glow of the setting sun, everything disappeared from Zheng Qiu's sight.

The only thing he could see was the shiny tip of the dagger and the hemmer's approaching coat.

Not far away, on the roof of a stone house, an enforcer squatted on the eaves and watched quietly.

From the thin cultivator smashing the city wall, to the hole in the wall being discovered, to the three little beggars being knocked down, he had a full view of the whole process. Soon, he saw the thin man kick Zheng Qiu out, and then raised his sword to kill him.

At this time, the executor suddenly stood up, pulled open the hem of his shirt and touched his waist, and when his hand was withdrawn, there was already an extra slingshot in his palm.

He picked up the pebbles from the eaves, put them in the rope pocket of the slingshot, and quickly pulled them apart, and silver points of light immediately appeared on the bow handle, converging along the bow rope towards the stones.

Seeing that the thin man raised his soft sword and slashed at Zheng Qiu's neck, at the last moment, the executor released the bow rope, and the stone drew a silver light like a meteor and shot towards the thin man's head.

The soft sword was still a foot and a half away from Zheng Qiu's neck, and the thin cultivator knew that as long as his arm continued to wave down, he would immediately be able to see the picture of the little beggar's head in a different place.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that his right temple had touched something.

Before his body could react, the thin man's vision instantly lost color and fell into darkness, while a white light flashed in his mind, and the last feeling was pain.

The pebble that had been struck by the Executor slashed through the air with a thin silver light, hitting the thin man's temple directly, leaving a bean-sized hole in his skin.

The thin man's swing of the sword froze from the attack, and a slight shock spread from his head to his whole body, and then his body softened, as if he had been drained of strength.

Zheng Qiu didn't know this, he shouted, and pushed the dagger in his hand with all his might.

The tip of the dagger broke through the barrier of the cloth, and bright red droplets gushed out along the sides, and the dagger was sent into the thin man's chest by Zheng Qiu, and even the stone handle behind it was almost submerged.

With a bang, the soft sword lost its grip and fell to the ground, and the thin man slowly fell to his knees, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

Then the thin man's body tilted to one side and slumped limply to the ground.

Plopped, Zheng Qiu sat down on the ground, pinching his clothes with both hands, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He was scared, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, whether it was because he had wiped out a human life with his own hands, or because he had just stood on the brink of death.

Zheng Qiu didn't have an answer in his heart, he sat blankly, watching the evening breeze blow up the yellow sand, covering the thin man's wide eyes little by little.

As the sky gets darker, Ma Peng and Ear Cat finally get up from the ground, Ma Peng is punched in the back, breaking several ribs, and Ear Cat is kicked far away and breaks a leg.

The two supported each other and limped to find Zheng Qiu.

Seeing the cultivator lying on the ground, and seeing Zheng Qiu sitting in a daze, the eared cat cried with joy: "Woo, Zheng Qiu, you are still alive! You are still alive......"

Ma Peng couldn't help wiping his tears: "We survived, Zheng Qiu, you are the best ......"

Hearing the words of his companion, the fear in Zheng Qiu's heart suddenly receded, and he immediately crawled over to check the injuries of Ma Peng and the eared cat.

The eared cat covered his legs, lay on his side and sighed: "Hey, I can't walk now, and I won't be able to go to the market tomorrow." Go and beg for food, and leave me alone. ”

Ma Peng also said: "Zheng Qiu, you don't have to worry about us, the two of us are seriously injured, and we won't last long......"

Zheng Qiu shook his head and interrupted him: "No, I can't leave you and wait for death, you believe me, I will definitely be able to get enough rations." You take good care of your wounds, whether it is ten days or ten months, I will be able to feed you. ”

Papapa, pa, there was applause from the dim alley next to it, and then a tall man walked out of the alley in the night.

The man's clothing was simple, he wore a scaly iron armor vest, a chain mail skirt woven with iron rings around his waist, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.

Other than that, he didn't wear a loose robe, nor did he wrap a cloth around his face and neck, as if the wind and sand were blowing on his skin and didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

The man's broad palms clapped against each other and clapped continuously, and he spoke in a loud voice, sounding like a bold man.

"That's a very good thing! Righteous and righteous, a man!"

The man walked up to Zheng Qiu, squatted down and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"

Suddenly a big man ran out of the alley, Zheng Qiu's heart jumped suddenly, and despair gradually emerged. But he soon heard the other party's compliments and understood that the man had no malicious intent.

Relieved, Zheng Qiu replied in a low voice: "My name is Zheng Qiu, and these two are my friends, Ear Cat and Ma Peng." ”

Hearing Zheng Qiu's voice a little soft, and his words trembled a little, the man grinned and showed a smile that he thought was bright: "Don't be afraid, Zheng Qiu, boy, I'm not the kind of person who robs. ”

The man patted Zheng Qiu's shoulder and continued, "You are so righteous at a young age, and you can still kill cultivators, you have a good appetite for me!"

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