A "stone knife" was thrown into the water, causing ripples. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The INFO "stone knife" has an upward blade and a deep bottom in the underwater mud. Then the second and third "stone knives" entered the water in turn, and Han Feng threw them as he cut them, and in a moment, he had used these "stone knives" to pave two straight lines at the bottom of the water, reaching the river bank.

Meng Jun was a little impatient, churning in the water, his blue-black back swayed from the water several times, which made Liang Jun quite nervous, but he looked at it for a while, knowing that this monster would never go ashore, so he was much more sure, and a pair of small eyes only stared at the purple gold machete in Han Feng's hand.

As the son of a generation of thieves, Liang Jun has a family history and naturally knows the value of the purple gold machete. In the same way, no matter how greedy he is for money, he is also an ordinary little boy, how can he not like weapons, at this moment, he sees the purple gold machete cutting stones like mud, and he is fascinated, his eyes are full of greed, and he can't move it anymore.

Han Feng looked at him, and in addition to thinking of Heizi, he also thought of Zhuo Xiaoting. Nanliang and Beizhuo are talking about the two most prestigious thieves in the world. He remembered that in the past, when he was leaving the capital, Zhuo Xiaoting couldn't move every time she saw something good, and at that time, he, Liu Quan and Du Lun often laughed at her, she was silent at the time, but every few days, she could always "take it for herself" and show it in front of them. This ability, this obsession, I'm afraid they are all innate.

Thinking of Zhuo Xiaoting, Han Feng couldn't help but sigh lightly. He buried Zhuo Xiaoting in the wilderness of Changmen Mountain, and Liu Quan could never find it. Now that it has been a long time, no one has swept the grave, but I am afraid that Zhuo Xiaoting's grave has already been overgrown with wild grass and wild flowers. People in the world often say that people die as ghosts, and every day of the year when the night is the longest, they have to put a meal to pay tribute to their ancestors, saying that ghosts can eat this meal, and they can be full for a year, he has not paid tribute to Zhuo Xiaoting for two or three years, and I don't know if the ghost she incarnated is hungry?

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly. Liang Jun naturally didn't know what he was laughing at, so he hurriedly asked, "Okay, okay?"

A child is a child after all, and after waiting for less than half an hour, he is already so anxious that he scratches his ears and cheeks, and he is restless. What's more, Han Feng had asked him if he had enough guts before, obviously he would have to join in the feat of killing Meng Cheng for a while, how could he hold back this excitement?

Kuroko's widow couldn't understand what the two were doing. She is a woman who can't read big words, and she used to marry Kuroko, so she naturally regarded Kuroko as her own world, even if she knew that he was a thief, she was still proud of him. When he died inexplicably, she didn't complain, she just admitted that she was such a hard worker, and secretly thought that she would have to pull the three children up no matter what, and now seeing that Liang Jun has a "beginning" day, even if he, the "master", is the one who took the sunspot away, but no matter what you do, it is better than letting the children stay with her.

Heizi's widow was both sour and relieved in her heart, and when she saw Liang Jun gathering beside Han Feng, she slowly retreated backwards. She didn't want her son to see her crying, she just wanted to be able to creep back into the jungle before he noticed.

Liang Jun watched his mother's actions in his eyes. Due to the rough and difficult life, the mental development of this five-year-old child is obviously much more mature than that of other peers. He moved a few more steps to Han Feng's side, gritted his teeth, and as if he didn't see his mother leaving, he shouted loudly: "Hurry up! Let's kill the monster quickly!"

Han Feng took in everything, knowing that this was a mother's greatest trust in him, and his heart was secretly warm. He has never been a person who can speak well, not to mention that although Liang Jun's eyes are red, he did not show weakness, and he didn't need more consolation, so he simply pretended to know nothing, and followed Liang Jun's words and replied: "Don't rush yet, did you see that stone?"

He was referring to a sharp stone jutting out from the riverbank, where the stone knife was connected to the riverbank. Liang Jun was interrupted by him, and immediately forgot about his sad mother's departure, put his whole heart on the stone, and asked, "How is the stone?"

Han Feng whispered a few words in his ear, and the kid was shocked, frowned and asked, "So you can kill that monster?"

Han Feng didn't answer directly, but said, "You just go and try." What, scared?"

Liang Jun couldn't stand his excitement, snatched the purple gold machete from his hand, and shouted, "I'm afraid, I'm not afraid!"

As soon as the purple gold machete left Han Feng's hand, it suddenly fell to the ground - a five-year-old child couldn't hold such a heavy knife with one hand, let alone run with the knife. Liang Jun screamed softly, his tone was not without distress, he looked up and glanced at Han Feng with a little apology, seeing that Han Feng was not annoyed, he breathed a sigh of relief, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and raised the knife with all his might, and then smiled, and then gasped and walked forward step by step.

The purple gold machete was wide and sturdy, and it would not be damaged if it was smashed hundreds or thousands of times on the ground like this, not to mention what if it was damaged, for Han Feng now, he had long since stopped taking this kind of weapon in his eyes. On the contrary, now that he saw Liang Jun cherishing the machete so much, Han Feng's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of himself a few years ago. At that time, he even had to wrap a cold iron sword around his arm every day, refusing to leave for a moment, in addition to being afraid of being found out and convicted by the people of Lidu, when it comes to his inner feelings, how can he not be the same as Liang Jun at this moment?

Han Feng saw that Liang Jun was holding the purple gold machete and was about to take a break after taking a few steps, but he was still reluctant to put the knife on the ground again, and couldn't help but speak: "I don't have any extra blades on my body now, and when I get to Fengguan Mangcheng in the future, I'll give you a short knife." ”

Liang Jun asked without replying, "Is it also Zijin?"

Han Feng smiled: "This is up to you." Use whatever you can handle. ”

Liang Jun turned around at this time, his face was unconvinced, and said, "I want Zijin, I'...... I must be able to handle it! Don't give me a short knife, I want a long knife! My father said that you can't hold a short blade, and a long blade is the real weapon for killing people on the battlefield!"

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous, so it can be seen that there is no "appearance" between long and short weapons, so Kuroko is very layman's words. However, after Han Feng heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Kuroko was born in stealing, and in order to save his life on weekdays, he naturally has a short blade on his body, but he can't steal things with a long sword and a long knife, so in his heart, he subconsciously added a "can't take it" annotation to the short blade. In fact, the innocence of weapons only depends on the people who use them. It can be seen that even Kuroko himself looks down on this means of making a living.

However, Liang Jun admired the sunspot so much that Han Feng couldn't say half a "no" to the sunspot in front of him, so he nodded and smiled: "Your father is very right." ”

Liang Jun had already walked to the top of the sharp stone at this moment, the front part of the stone was straight into the water, and the shore was protruding above the water, but it was quite gentle, enough for a five-year-old child to stand on it. However, the underwater in this place is very different from the others. The riverbank next to it is crystal clear, you can see the river sand at a glance, and even the fish in the water, but the riverbank here is suddenly deep, and if you look at the depths, you can vaguely see a slight whirlpool, and in addition, there is only a green daisy full of eyes, and even the stone knife thrown down by Han Feng is nowhere to be found.

Liang Jun looked at the bottomless Qingjiang water, only to feel dizzy, and unconsciously a cold sweat broke out of his back, as if the next moment the desolate beast would rush out of the deep water, swallowing himself even the head and body, not even leaving bones. He was so scared that he almost wanted to scream and ran to Han Feng's side, but thinking of Han Feng's words, thinking of his mother's relieved and reluctant gaze, he bit his lip fiercely, and didn't want to run away.

Han Feng watched behind him and secretly admired. After a few moments of effort, I saw Liang Jun take a deep breath, his left hand slashed slightly on the blade of the purple gold machete, and a string of blood beads fell into the blue and blue river water.

But all ferocious beasts can't stand the smell of blood. Sure enough, after the string of blood beads dissolved into the river water, a string of water ripples appeared on the river surface in the distance, but the Meng Bighead swam near the sharp rock, and it was clear that the dorsal fin had been exposed to the water, but I saw it lingering, only turning in circles on the periphery, and spitting bubbles in its mouth.

Liang Jun was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He was one of the few people in the world who could see the whole picture of the bighead - the big bloody mouth, snow-white fangs, lantern-like eyes, and sharp blade-like wings were all in front of him, as if he could suck him into his stomach with a breath.

Only then did Liang Jun realize that he was not enough to fill in the gaps between his teeth. He was born in Xiangcheng since he was a child, grew up in Xiangcheng, in addition to the stories of generations, he has also heard a lot of legends of Yiren. He heard his mother say that the Yi people thought that the mountains and forests were full of gods, and these gods were cannibalistic without blinking, at that time he still didn't believe it, and always felt that even if jackals, tigers and leopards were powerful, they could only bully those who had little ability, and if people had knives and ropes in their hands, they could still be successfully caught and killed, and he had also seen circus people catch tigers and train them to become obedient beasts.

It wasn't until he saw Meng Cheng eat the people in the Lijiao team that he realized that he might be wrong, but he still stubbornly believed that a hero like his father would definitely be able to defeat this monster. And at this moment, he was facing Meng Cheng head-on, but he even threw away this idea, only to feel that this monster is not a monster, it is really a god between heaven and earth, and it is an existence far higher than man, so it feeds on people, which is not unusual at all.