Echo tried to pinch the man's nasolabial folds hard, and the guy who fell to the ground seemed to regain some consciousness, he opened his eyes slightly, moved his lips and said, "Sheep...... Sheep ......"

This inexplicable word made Ekor frown, and he leaned down to the other, and the man spat in his ear and died. The result of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info undoubtedly chilling the back, and what was even more surprising was that there was a sudden commotion from the place where the horses were bolted, and the horses, which should have been asleep, made a sound of trampling their hooves, as if they were about to rush out of the camp.

"Somebody's going to steal a horse!" thought to Ekor in the midst of the lightning. As soon as he got up and looked behind him, he saw several horses rushing towards him. The horses leaped past him almost in a moment's breath, and on the front of the horse lay a man lying on his stomach, as if he were a child.

Ecco was stunned, and the neighing of horses came from the camp behind her, and when she heard the movement, it was clear that another guy had broken into the camp and was snatching the remaining horses. And this time, everyone else in the convoy was shocked out of the tent. Unfortunately, before the crowd woke up, some of them even stepped on only one shoe, and the horse thief almost let go of one white horse in full view of everyone, and climbed onto the back of the other.

Seeing that the man was about to escape, Ekor blew her horse whistle in a hurry. Hakuba: "Okay Cookie" galloped over. It lowered its head and rubbed Eko's palm as if it were handing the reins to its master, and Eko immediately stepped on his horse's back and gave orders to chase after the fleeing thief.

In the blink of an eye, the camp where everyone was resting was left behind, and the cold wind of the wilderness poured into Ekko's hood so much that it blew it off his shoulders. Ecco was flawless about this, and he stared at his target as if he were holding his opponent with his gaze—the guy who had snatched the horse and was fleeing was carrying a bow that, judging by the carved pattern of the bow, seemed to be something from the convoy. Thinking of this man stabbing the night watchman to death and snatching the other's bow and arrows, Ekor couldn't help but clench his fists, and his will to take down the enemy seemed to be transmitted to his horse, "Okay Cookie" straightened his neck forward, and his hooves were almost in the air.

The horse thief, who had been leading by tens of meters, apparently noticed that the distance between the two was rapidly shortening, and he clamped the horse's belly one by one, and the eyes exposed on the face scarf gradually became panicked. But the mount he had chosen was only a coolie pulling the cart after all, and the horse had no momentum at all, and was flicked a few times, and almost fell forward. After a few moments, Ekko's white horse was galloping in parallel with the man's mount, and he tightened the reins on one side so that the horse was pressed towards his opponent, and the thief immediately removed his bow and arrows from his back, and bent his bow to take aim at it.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew behind Ekko, and the horse thief who shot the arrow shook twice. Seeing that the opponent's bow and arrow were not in his hands, Ekor had lost his balance, and immediately took off his stirrups and threw himself at the opponent. The slam caused the two of them to fall off their horses together, and the thief landed on his back to the ground, and let out a cry of pain from his mouth. Eko took the opportunity to hold him down, and then ripped off the face towel that covered his mouth and nose.

In the pale moonlight, a still somewhat childish face appeared in Ica's eyes. The man's face had just grown some whiskers, and his round eyes were reminiscent of frightened elk. Seeing that he was only about seventeen years old, Ikor retracted the arm that was pinching his neck. He thought that when he was the same age, he had taken over a lot of things beyond his means, but unfortunately, the pride of that year was wilted by the cold before it matured-in the quenching dagger, growth is to ignore your blood, and force the blade to shape your raw pieces......

"Why did you stole the horse, did you stab the man with a knife?" asked Eko to the thief who stole the horse. His tone was soft, as if he were talking to someone. This good voice made the other party's eyes flash with disdain, and the next second, the man picked up the stone next to him and smashed it. Echo squeezed the swinging wrist almost reflexively, and he jerked his arm to press the back of the man's hand to the ground, and after a "pop" sound, tears appeared in the thief's eyes.

"I guess if you go back this time, you will definitely impress a lot of people, right? In order to be proud, you decided to 'open meat' with someone?" Eko glanced at the falling flint and gnashed her teeth. The subdued kid doesn't turn his head and doesn't squeak. This haughty look set Ekor on fire like sparks falling on flannel paper. He drew the thief's belt and tied his hands three times by two, and as soon as the cleaning was over, there was a movement of other people and horses behind him, and it turned out that several people from the convoy had arrived.

"Got it, didn't you? You caught that bastard, right? Good! Let me see, I'm going to take a good look at this bastard?"

The eight fingers who were running at the front dismounted, and he stumbled towards Ekko, like an old hen in a hurry. Seeing this, Ikor couldn't help but sigh secretly, he moved two steps to make room for Eight Fingers, and as soon as the old guy came to the side, he immediately grabbed the other party's collar.

"You bastard!" Eight Fingers yelled at the thief who stole the horse. He suddenly paused to slap the palm of his cheek, and his eyes widened, "You, why are you?"

"Why? do you know him?" said Ekko, a little confused.

At this moment, several other fellows who had come with him also dismounted and gathered, and one of them, wearing a deerskin hat, was at once agitated when he saw the horse thief in front of him.

"Did you do a good job? How the fuck can you do it?" the guy reached out and pinched the thief like crazy, and Eight Fingers quickly sandwiched between the two of them, but this made the "Buckskin Hat" even more angry, and he pushed and squeezed, almost inserting his finger into Eight Finger's eye sockets. The other two saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly dragged his arm from both sides. The man struggled twice, then took a step back, "Why are you holding me back? I just want to hear what this kid has to say." ”

He turned to look at the horse thief and said, "It's not the first time we've met, I just asked you how many sheep you bought today, and whatever price you say, it's what it is, right?"

At this moment, Eko finally understood why Eight Fingers' expression was so embarrassing. I saw the old guy rubbing his left hand with two finger sleeves on it, and his brow furrowed.

"Is there any misunderstanding here?" Eight Fingers' gaze wandered back and forth between his companion and the thief, as if trying to find an excuse to play the round, but no one on either side said a soft word first, and the boy who stole the horse even grinned sarcastically. At this moment, the "deerskin hat" was even more stimulated, and he suddenly took off the horned bow behind his back, aimed it at the boy, and gave him an arrow head-on.