Even the Flame Dong Ming could only run around, and so far he hadn't found a shadow of an enemy, but their side had already lost their troops in successive battles. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But how can these bandits be frightened by this, not only do they usually not take other people's lives seriously, but they also don't take their own lives seriously at this time, many thieves are angry, three or five people form a gang, and they break around in Xiaoye Village.

This is a typical dwelling in this world, flanked by low-rise houses, and a high courtyard wall encloses the open space in the middle of the house into a private courtyard.

The three thieves were in the small courtyard, and after checking that there was no one in the houses on both sides, one of the thieves flew up, and the door of the main house fell in response, and there were countless cracks on the thick wooden planks, and this seemingly thin thief turned out to be a master.

The thief swept his eyes around the room, listened for a moment, and then waved his hand, and behind him a stout thief waved his steel knife and rushed in with a torch.

The furnishings of the house were extremely simple, and the stout thief searched the house in a few moments, and found not only not a single person, but not even anything of value.

"The family is so poor that they can't find some oil and water. The thief took a sip and said hatefully.

"Now that you still want to get rich, it's better to be careful with your life. ”

"Yes, this Xiaoye Village is really his grandmother's evil sect, we have suffered heavy losses this time, and even a war soul master like the second brother is planted here. "The two thieves who kept watch over the wind answered at the door.

"Let's keep our eyes open a little bit this time, I don't think I can be good today. The thief who had just kicked the door said coldly, his status seemed to be higher than those two.

The Humpty Dumpty thief kicked a table in the middle of the house to the ground.

"I say, let's set this house on fire!" said the stout thief, who was still finished, suddenly staring at the window behind the house in a daze.

It is not surprising that there is a window on the left and a right on the wall facing the door of the main house, but it is strange that outside the window on the left, there is a very good-looking boy of seven or eight years old.

The little boy was looking at him with a smile on his face, holding a swarthy stick with a black hole in its head.

"Bah!" There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and tongues of fire more than a foot long appeared from the head of the swarthy stick, and the stout bandit finally knew that the loud noise was made on something that looked like a stick.

The stout thief's body shook suddenly, and his consciousness began to slowly fade, and the last image in his mind was that the boy's eyes were bright.

"Don't let them run away!" roared the thief who was guarding the door, and by the time he rushed into the house, the loud noise had long since disappeared from the window.

The robber glanced at the thief lying on the ground, and rushed to the window, and when he reached the window, his body rose into the air, and he was about to run out of the window and catch up with the hateful enemy. But suddenly a little boy stood outside the window, holding a thunderbolt in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun flashed with a flash of fire, followed by a terrible bang.

The bullet struck the thief in the chest mercilessly, and at such a close distance, the thief who had already jumped up was shocked back by the powerful impact, and fell to the ground with a pop, and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

The thief who followed him was about to rush forward, but he was so frightened that he rolled on the spot with his own momentum, and hid behind the table where the stout thief had kicked down, and did not dare to move again.

From the angle from which he was hiding, he could clearly see the two thieves lying in the room, the ground under them had long been stained red with blood, but their bodies were motionless.

What kind of secret weapon is that, its power is so powerful that it directly knocked the second thief back, and the thunderbolt attack is really like lightning, and it is impossible to avoid it.

I don't know how long I hid, but there was a commotion outside the courtyard.

"What's going on?" Flame Dong Ming appeared in the room in a flash, and the thief hiding under the table quickly stood up, his face a little pale.

"Boss, someone fired a hidden weapon from outside that window just now, and both of them were killed by a hidden weapon. As he spoke, he pointed his hand to the open window, but he was too frightened, and his outstretched hand was still trembling, and his voice was hoarse.

Dong Ming snorted coldly, glanced at the thief, anger appeared on his face, and he didn't want to pay attention to him at this time, took three steps and two steps, came to the window, turned over and jumped out.

There was still the shadow of half a person outside the window.

Liu An's person is as ordinary as his name, and with his looks, throwing him into the crowd is definitely the most difficult to recognize. Before today, he was just an ordinary villager in Xiaoye Village.

But today, since he had the Thunderbolt in both hands, he had become unusual, and now he had shot three thieves with the Thunderbolt in his hand, all with one shot.

He had always been around his own home, and if he wanted to say which one he was most familiar with, of course, he had to count the places where he lived every day, and his familiarity with every plant and tree here gave him all the advantage.

Now he and another villager who shot him with a thunderbolt are hiding in his own house.

After the initial nervousness, after shooting three thieves to death, he finally calmed down a little. He casually picked up the kettle on the table, poured two glasses of water, one to the man behind him, and took a shallow sip of the other.

Outside, the footsteps of thieves could be heard in the streets, and the sound of a man swearing.

Liu An picked up an empty cup from the table and threw it out without looking.

With a snap, the cup landed on a stone bench in the middle of the yard and shattered.

"Someone!"

"Shh~~~"

The sound apparently alarmed the two thieves outside, and the voices of two people could be heard in the street.

Liu An lifted the thunderbolt gun in his hand, stood on the side of the door, leaned the thunderbolt against the door frame, the barrel of the gun poked out a little outside the door, his head tilted against his right shoulder, and aimed at the courtyard door.

The gate of the courtyard was unlocked, and it was slowly pushed open with a long creak in the silent night. After a while, a person peeked out from the courtyard gate, holding a longbow in his hand, and three white feather arrows had been buckled on the bowstring, and with his archery skills, he could shoot the arrows in an instant.

The courtyard was deserted, and there was no one there, and the archer let out a long sigh.

At this time, the thunderbolt in Liu An's hand rang out, and an angry bullet shot over in an instant, and the archer didn't have time to react before he was hit in the chest by the bullet.

The speed of the bullet was too fast, and the powerful kinetic energy instantly pierced his thin body.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Two screams came out one after another, and even Liu An didn't notice that there was a thief hiding behind the archer, and under the powerful power of the thunderbolt, the bullet actually shot into the chest of the person behind him.