The night was dark, and the corners of the small, dilapidated walls were surrounded by three faded iron sheets into a simple little shack. The dim light, the half-worn incandescent lampshade missing, the worn-out chairs, the worn-out small table, the worn-out mountains of books of all kinds, and the shabby clothes with narrow hands and feet, everything was shabby but everything was clean, except for the sleepy Xiao Lu Wu with the fly flying in his mouth.

The right half of the malnourished thin yellow face facing the light was swollen with a big blood bag, and Xiao Lu Wu had gained weight for the first time in many years. The slumbering head pressed against a yellowed piece of paper, on which a childish but neat font was faintly visible - I'm going to cripple all the bullies tomorrow!!

In dreams, the battlefield of ideas.

"A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood!"

The little vampire-like man in a bloody suit with white fangs was the first to pop out.

"Yes, that's it! My life is up to me, not to God, and those who commit crimes against me will be punished even if they are strong!! ”

The black-clothed villain with a pair of demonic horns held a black flag and shouted vigorously behind the blood-clothed villain.

A thick cloud of yellow smoke spread and expanded in front of the blood-clothed villain and the black-clothed villain like a smoke bomb explosion, and a gust of wind blew, revealing a swarthy and thin old man wearing yellow sandals, wearing yellow clothes, holding a golden book, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Hold up the golden book and shout at the blood-clothed villain and the black-clothed villain.

"Non-violent non-cooperation, you can be called Mahatma."

The golden book held high at the right time flashed with golden light, like a flashbang, and instantly blinded the eyes of the blood-clothed villain and the black-clothed villain.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

Two cries of grief exploded one after another.

But it's not over yet, just listen to the old man in yellow.

"It's your turn, Brother Green."

"Well, Brother Huang, you're optimistic."

"Lie down and taste the guts, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu and be the overlord!!"

At the right time, the blood-clothed villain and the black-clothed villain were opposite, and beside the old man in yellow, it was like a large-yield flashbang exploding, and the green light was magnificent, which was really dazzling.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

Three cries of grief exploded one after another.

The green light slowly faded, and a small man wearing a green hat, wearing a green coat, and holding a green Daguan knife stood upright.

"Two good-looking bull's noses! A coward who doesn't dare to resist even when he is beaten! There is no trace of a man's blood, coward! You are all cowards! Coward! Husband! Husband! Husband ......"

Pointing to the two little people in yellow and green clothes with a straight face, the little man in the bloody clothes turned red and scolded, and then chewed the root of his tongue.

The black and white eyes flickered, and the black-clothed little man with demonic horns on his head behind the blood-clothed little man hurriedly waved the black flag harder and shouted loudly to cheer.

"Yes, yes! Coward! Coward! You are all cowards without guts and blood! Coward! Coward!"

The blood-clothed little man turned his head with a blushing face, glanced at the little man in black with deep meaning, and nodded seriously. The little man in black was immediately excited, desperately waving the big black flag, waving the flag and shouting, and his voice was resounding all over the world.

"Coward! Coward!! Coward!!! Coward......"

It's a pity that the yellow-green villain on the opposite side is unmoved, and he still looks pampered and unfazed.

The little man in yellow stroked the golden book in his hand calmly, and the little man in green stroked the Daguan knife in his hand affectionately.

Finally, the little man in yellow spoke again.

"The business of a scholar is not a coward, it is a strategy, it is wisdom."

"Brother Huang, time is running out. Needless to say, let them feel the greatness of the light of wisdom. ”

"It's fine."

"Non-violent non-cooperation, call the Mahatma!"

"Lie down and taste the guts, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu and be the overlord!!"

Then, in the frightened faces of the little man in blood and the little man in black, the golden book lit up, the green Daguan knife lit up, the yellow light flashed, the green light flashed, and the real one was super dazzling.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

Four cries of grief exploded one after another, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

The light dissipated, the little man in yellow stood proudly with the golden book, the little man in green stood proudly with the green knife, and the little man in blood vomited blood and knelt down, relying on the support of the little man in black behind him to prevent him from falling in embarrassment.

"Brother Blood, you shouldn't have blocked all the light, I hurt you!" With tears in his eyes, he looked at the blood-clothed little man who vomited blood under him.

"Silly! You and my brother are still talking about these things, don't make people laugh! ”

"Uh-huh!" With tears in his eyes, the little man in black stubbornly stretched out his head, and then in the blind spot of all the little people's vision, the little man in black faced the sky, the tears stopped, and the corners of his mouth that were originally bitter curled into a weird smile.

But in the next second, the smiling face froze, and then collapsed, terrified, and said in a trembling voice.

"Brother Blood, have you ever heard of a palm technique that fell from the sky!!"

"I didn't ...... Yes...... Ahh

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a huge palm of white light covering the figures of the two of them, and with the fierce wind, there was a booming explosion, leaving a huge palm pit on the ground, and in the palm pit, the blood-clothed and black-clothed little man was naturally flattened.

The black-clothed villain's black and white eyes turned around, his eyes closed, his head naturally tilted, and he pretended to faint.

vomiting blood, vomiting blood again, the little man in blood stubbornly raised his head, even though he was lying on the ground, his eyes were still burning with strong and unstubborn fire, and he asked fiercely biting his white fangs.

"What kind of power is Your Excellency?!"

"My surname is Meng, and my name is Xiang."

The loud voice seemed to be far and near, left and right, fluctuating, and others could not hear its direction at all, but it clearly penetrated into the ears of the little man in blood.

"This sound is so familiar."

The blood-clothed little man was confused at first, then his face was frightened, and his right index finger trembled and pointed diagonally to the sky, screaming sharply.

"Greedy Leader, you actually betrayed ......"

Another giant palm of white light carried infinite terror and pressed down from the sky, the wind was fierce, booming, faster and stronger.

In the eyes of the blood-clothed little man with infinite horror, the white light giant palm was infinitely magnified in his eyes.

Suddenly, the terrifying, dangerous intuition frantically alarmed, and the infinite horror was suppressed, so frightened that the black-clothed villain who pretended to be unconscious hurriedly opened his eyes, and then he was so shocked that he saw that he had been ruthlessly smashed by the giant palm of white light, turning into a puff of black smoke and dispersing.

Seeing the gratifying scene, the child in yellow and the little man in green looked at each other and smiled, each carrying a golden book and a green knife and walking towards the direction of the sun, walking farther and farther, leaving two poetic backs, and the voice came faintly.

"Poor evil black clothes, violent blood clothes, these two young people actually don't want to make progress, they still firmly believe that reading is useless, and they won't even be frustrated, how can they be convincing."

……

"Brother Huang, the cooking cakes of Da Lang's family are big and round, they are really a model for my generation, and we still have to ask for advice."

……

"Well, as the old saying goes, there is a way to blow cakes."

……

"Haqiu!"

Suddenly there was a burst of cold, Xiao Lu Wu sneezed and woke up from a dream.

"What a ridiculous dream again."

With his left hand, he rubbed his loose eyes, and with his right hand, he slapped the fly peeking at his own cooking cake, swatting it on the dilapidated table. With a movement of his teeth and tongue, he sucked the cake that had been brought from the big dog's bowl into his mouth, chewed and crushed it, and swallowed it with great satisfaction.

Looking at the mountains of worn-out books neatly arranged around him, Xiao Lu Wu was full of pride.

"It's good that you don't have to freeze to death this winter."

Suddenly I saw a note on the table—childish but neat font—and I'm going to cripple all the bullies tomorrow!!

Pick up the paper, jump out of the chair, and silently open the lowest level of the desk drawer, there are a lot of papers inside, one of which reads - I want to be the strongest man in the world, and then eat and dress warm!!

Glancing at the many yellowed papers inside, he put the same yellowed paper about beating the bully inside, pushed the drawer shut, and locked it.

At the right time, the dim light suddenly went out, and the worn-out energy card that he picked up consumed the last trace of energy, and the small nest was instantly dark. Two little hands groped in the dark, pushing away the two books that stood in the way, pushing open the window, and a little fire shone outside, and a clammy wind blew.

Wait a minute.

Firelight?

Clammy wind?

Isn't the winter wind dry and cold?

"Haqiu." It was so cold that he sneezed, and then Lu Wu woke up.

There is still a little nest there, just a hallucination of unbearable memories before the fear of death. The eyes are dim and damp confinement cells, muscular giants exuding evil spirits, and embarrassed themselves.

With his hands and feet on the ground, Lu Wu was like an embarrassed wild dog, and the salty sea water continued to drip from his wet body, splashing small splashes on the metal platform with a clicking sound.

Despite this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and there was only determination in his eyes, without a trace of anger.