On a September night, the village of Niutou is lit by fire.

The bandit leader named Tiger Boss led his hundreds of bandits to gather all the young and old in the village to the open space at the head of the village.

The tiger boss, who was born with a tiger's back and a one-inch-long scar on his right eye, sat on the back of the tall horse, and looked at the face full of fear with calm eyes. Everyone subconsciously lowered their heads when they faced his gaze.

Syllable!

With a wave of the long whip in his hand, a crisp sound exploded, causing the surrounding villagers to turn pale with fright and take a few steps back.

Tiger Boss is very satisfied with this effect.

He showed a hideous smile, and then said in a deep voice: "My brother, You Laosan, came to your village to collect grain a few days ago, but was injured by your people here. Either you hand over the person who caused the accident to Lao Tzu, or you will hand over five stones of grain according to the head of each person, which should be the money for your brother's wounds, otherwise, today, none of you will want to leave alive!"

Syllable!

With that, he swung the long whip in his hand vigorously, and the huge crisp sound exploded, like a heavy drum beating on the hearts of everyone present, shattering the little courage they had.

Liu Dingdang stood numbly behind the crowd, the light in her eyes dim and empty. It's as if everything around her has nothing to do with her.

Liu Dazhuang died.

His wound had deteriorated three days earlier, and after months of suffering, he closed his eyes on a rainy autumn night.

Half a month ago, the little monk went to Yanlai City alone, I heard that it is a big city, there are many very powerful Langzhong, although they did not get the money, but the little monk felt that human life is at stake, he should be able to persuade those Langzhong to come to save people, so with such expectations, he took a few steamed buns made by Liu Dingdang for him and went on the road alone.

It's just a pity that before the little monk came back, Liu Dazhuang swallowed his breath.

After all, Liu Dingdang was less than thirteen years old, Liu Dazhuang died, the little monk was not there, she suddenly lost her backbone, Liu Dazhuang's body was parked in the room, it was already a little stinky, but she had no money to bury her, and no one was willing to help her.

She stood there numb, like a game of the walking dead, indifferent to what was about to happen.

"What? Do you want Lao Tzu to do it?"

The tiger boss saw that his words fell for a long time, but the villagers of Niutou Village stood in place in fear, and no one responded to him, which made him very dissatisfied.

The villagers are honest croppers, and this year's harvest is indeed much better than in previous years, with five stone of grain per household, although it is a lot, but after each family gives it, they can barely survive. But the Great Zhou is very strange this year, there is a harvest this year, but next year there may not be a good situation. How could they be willing to give these five stones of grain to these bandits for nothing?

"Deliver people or pay grain!" Give Lao Tzu a happy word!"

At the urging of the tiger boss, everyone looks at me, I look at you, although no one still takes the lead in speaking, but from each other's eyes, they all guessed each other's meaning.

Liu Dazhuang is dead.

The dead will no longer speak, will no longer hunt with them, and will no longer condemn them.

Those who die are no longer important.

And those who are alive have to live.

So the crowd got out of the way at that point.

The wooden Liu Dingdang stood at the end of the road, and as everyone retreated, her figure was exposed to the eyes of the tiger boss at that time.

"Huh?" the tiger boss was stunned at that moment.

Thirteen-year-old Liu Dingdang is already slim. Tiger Boss is also an indulgent person, there are twenty women snatched from various villages in the cottage, he can see at a glance that the girl in front of him, although the body has not yet grown, but it is good to live in captivity for a year and a half, it is definitely a lovely person who seduces people's souls.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with greed.

His performance fell in the eyes of those people who were already frightened birds, and secretly thought that the other party was displeased, and at that moment, someone said with a flattering face: "Lord Tiger, this... It was Liu Dazhuang's daughter, and it was Liu Dazhuang who injured Lord You. Liu Dazhuang is dead, only she is still alive, and this matter really has nothing to do with us. ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Dingdang, who lowered her head and looked numb, was shocked, she raised her head to look at the person who said this, and her eyes were suddenly filled with incredulity.

But this surprise didn't last long.

"Yes, Lord Tiger, this has nothing to do with us. ”

"It was all done by Liu Dazhuang. ”

"We've never done anything to Lord Yu. ”

......

The next moment, the villagers of Niutou Village suddenly rushed to speak like a house finch blowing up a pot, as if they were afraid that they would have something to do with Liu Dingdang if they were slow to speak.

Liu Dingdang's heart gave birth to a sense of unreality like a dream at that time.

She looked at the faces she was familiar with, some of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, they were still clamoring to learn kung fu with Liu Dazhuang, there were women in their thirties and forties, and they were still enthusiastic in helping Liu Dazhuang, who had long been widowed, to find a continuation of the string, and among them there were also old men who were over sixty years old, with no children under their knees, and in the years of famine, there was no harvest in the fields, and they still relied on Liu Dazhuang's help to survive to this day.

And now they avoided her as if they had seen a plague god.

The kind and eager faces in the past gradually distorted in Liu Dingdang's eyes at this moment, turning into a hideous expression like a demon.

It seems to be in the midst of just one month.

The small village that once made Liu Dingdang feel extremely at ease has completely changed.

"Come here. Tiger Boss hooked his fingers at that time, squinted his eyes and said.

Liu Dingdang's body was shocked, and she knew that she couldn't resist the group of people in front of her, whether it was the bandits on Niutou Mountain or the villagers in Niutou Village. They were like jackals in the mountains, surrounding her, watching her, looking for an opportunity to nibble on her from the inside out. That feeling made Liu Dingdong a little suffocated, she lowered her head, and the look in her eyes became wooden and sluggish again.

Then, like a puppet being pulled by someone, she walked stiffly.

The tiger boss was overjoyed, he leaned down on horseback, stretched out his fingers and gently lifted Liu Dingdang's white jade chin, and looked at it carefully, as if he was appreciating a fruit that was about to ripen.

"Are you Liu Dazhuang's daughter?" he asked, a fishy breath erupting from his mouth and hitting Liu Dingdang's face.

"I am Liu Dazhuang's daughter. Liu Dingdang looked directly at the hideous face in front of her, but her heart was surprisingly not too much fear, she was very calm, calm as if everything was no longer important at this time, is this what the little monk said about the four are empty? In her little head, thinking like this, she felt a little nonsense.

......

Call!

Call!

Guanglin Ghost gasped for breath, he was very uneasy.

An indescribable sense of irritability lingered in his heart.

This feeling had been haunting him since a few days ago, and it had become stronger as time went on, so he began to rush to return to Niutou Village sooner.

It's just that his cultivation has not recovered, as if there is a shackle locking his strength, and his several attempts have been fruitless.

This trip to the city of Yanlai was not as he wished, he did not find Langzhong, well, to be precise, he did not find Langzhong who was willing to come here for free. The old monk once said that good people have good rewards, and he believed that good people like Liu Dazhuang should not fall into such a fate, but the uneasiness in his heart told him all the time that something very bad had happened in Niutou Village.

So he was desperately on the road, all the way to the dust, Liu Dingdang prepared for him has already eaten, he walked around on an empty stomach for two days and two nights, at this moment his head is very dizzy, hands and feet are like a thousand catties, every step of the step, he needs to pay great efforts, to do.

Finally, the outline of the village came to his mind.

Before he had time to rejoice, his eyebrows sank.

At this moment, the time has come, but there is a fire shining in Niutong Village.

This is unusual.

This made Guanglin Ghost more and more firm in his judgment, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he dragged his tired body again and ran towards the village.

......

"From today onwards, you are my man. The tiger boss looked at the lovely little face in front of him and said with a cruel smile.

"Your people?" Liu Dingdang repeated this sentence with a wooden expression, as if he was a little puzzled.

"Why? you don't want to?" asked Tiger Boss.

"Then can you help my father bury him?" asked Liu Dingdang, his expression still wooden.

"No problem. Tiger Boss grinned, he had seen a lot of people like Liu Dingdang. Among the women he snatched, there were many such people, their hearts were like ashes, as long as they fulfilled some small wishes, they would be happy to be the dolls he wantonly played. How much can it cost to bury a dead person, and it is naturally worth it to exchange for such a beauty.

"Okay, then I'll be your man. Liu Dingdang nodded at that time, and the last trace of agility in her eyes flickered slightly in her pupils at the moment she said this, and finally fell silent.

She stretched out her hand towards the tiger boss, and the tiger boss naturally understood, and at that time she grabbed the delicate hand of the Qianqian, and suddenly mentioned it, and Liu Dingdang's petite body flew to the horse's back at that time and fell into his arms.

He smiled presumptuously, his face full of triumph.

"This month's money and food will be exempted for the sake of the little lady's face, and the next month will have to pay the tribute on time!" he said loudly, and the rough voice echoed in the small Niutou Village, and the villagers shrugged their heads and did not dare to look at him, but they did not know whether it was because of fear or guilt.

But I have to say that being able to waive this month's money and food is a surprise for the villagers of Niutou Village.

"Nope. Not exempt. But at this moment, the person in the arms of the tiger boss suddenly spoke.

Her expression was cold, and if she didn't look closely, she thought it was just a delicate doll.

It's just that the words she spit out made the villagers of Niutou Village like thunderbolts at that moment, and their faces changed.

"Liu Ding, how can you do this?"

"You forgot that when your father was injured, everyone pooled the money..."

"How can you be so forgetful. ”

At that time, the villagers, who had been silent before, suddenly exploded the pot and blamed nonsense.

Liu Dingdang didn't look at them without looking at them, she sat in the arms of the tiger boss, looked up at the burly man and asked, "This is the last request, you have to answer me." ”

The tiger boss was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face again.

"Double!" His heart was on fire, and all he thought about was how to play with the delicate doll in his arms when he returned to the cottage, and he naturally responded to her requests.

When these words came out, the villagers of Niutou Village wailed.

But how could the tiger boss understand their thoughts, he laughed at that time, turned the horse's head sideways, and left in high spirits.