The iron knife was slightly longer than a normal knife, the back of the knife was extremely thick, the body of the knife had slightly vulgar barbs, and the mottled blade was full of chips, and the blade was still cracked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The whole knife is scarlet, but Jun Qinghan can't tell the difference, it is precipitated blood, full of rust!

A broken knife, hanging on the snow-white wall, looked extremely dazzling, anyone who saw it felt awkward, Jun Qinghan sat over slowly, looking at the almost scrapped iron knife, slightly surprised.

This knife is not worth a tael of silver, and it is hanging here for a long time!

"What are you doing, you are not allowed to touch the knife", just as Jun Qinghan stretched out his hand to take off the iron knife, he suddenly remembered the sound of reprimand, Jun Qinghan's hand was directly fixed in the air, and he withdrew it in embarrassment.

"That's a treasure knife that has been handed down by my family for hundreds of years, and no one is allowed to touch it!"

Jun Qinghan's face twitched, "The treasure knife, the treasure knife is not rotten for thousands of miles, the luster is as good as new, this broken iron is still a treasure knife", smiled helplessly, immediately turned around, looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly froze in place.

In front of him, the man's figure looked a little bloated, with sleeves in his hands, a flower-colored apron tied on his body, and an inferior kitchen knife in his hand, without any blade.

The butcher who kills the pig!

The most precise word suddenly flashed in Jun Qinghan's mind to describe the middle-aged man, who had been sharpening the knife for a long time, and actually lost the blade!

Jun Qinghan coughed, and clenched his fist at the man, "In Xia Jun Qinghan, thank you uncle for saving your life, otherwise, I'm afraid my Jun Qinghan will be buried here in this life."

"Hmph, wake up and get out of here, Lao Tzu planted ten acres of rice in the afternoon, it's good that you came, killed the pig for half a day, picked flowers for more than ten years, and all of them were used by your kid."

The man's face was dark, and he said angrily.

"What did you just say, picking flowers?" a shrill voice came from outside, looking very angry.

The man turned around and said with a grin, "Yingying, no...... It's not the flower, I'm picking the flower...... But I'm not picking that flower, it's that flower," the man explained anxiously and inarticulately.

"Kill the pig for me", the woman twisted the man's waist fiercely, gritting her teeth.

Jun Qinghan's face was slightly pale, "In the poor countryside, there is such a stunning beauty, without powder, but still captivating the city, smiling, charming and enchanting, charming and charming!"

shook his head, and muttered in his heart, he really responded to a sentence:

Flowers are inserted in cow dung, if the flowers are bright and dripping, the dung is shriveled and yellowish dung!

In contrast, it is extremely incongruous.

After muttering a few words, the man walked to the side of the board, looked at the thin pig who was tied up with five flowers, showed a look of embarrassment, raised the kitchen knife, and gestured for a long time, but he didn't know where to start.

"Yingying, let's not kill it, we have been raising it for three years, and we finally grew to a hundred catties and killed it, what a pity."

"Will you kill or not?"

The woman bit her thin lip and said, her eyes glancing at her boudoir with a smug look.

"Kill...... Kill ......" The man suddenly said, if you don't kill now, you have to endure the long night of loneliness, your hands are raised high, your eyes are closed, and you can't bear to kill the kitchen knife from above.

"Whew!"

The thin pig snorted, his whole body trembled, but there was no blood, the man held the knife and smiled wryly, "This knife...... If it's dull, it has to be grinded, and it's not in a hurry."

"It's been more than ten years, why don't you even dare to kill pigs?" the woman said angrily.

"Huh...... Hehe......" The man smiled awkwardly, "This, there is a specialization in the art industry, and I don't specialize in killing pigs", the man's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at Jun Qing and said coldly:

"Boy, kill this pig, and get out!"

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, in the man's fierce eyes, he had no choice but to take the kitchen knife, looking at the blade without a blade, his face was strange, "Generally, killing pigs is stabbed into it with a knife, how can this kitchen knife be stabbed?"

Moreover, this knife is helpless, and it has completely become a piece of broken iron.

Jun Qinghan, who wiped the ring with his right hand and was about to draw out his long sword, suddenly froze in place, sniffed the breath in the air, and asked without the slightest blood, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"Don't kill this pig!"

Looking at the two of them, Jun Qinghan said politely, "After all, this pig is also a living being, and it is easy to kill, which is against the harmony of heaven", saying this, Jun Qinghan's facial muscles trembled violently.

Is this what human slaughter said?

His own hands were stained with blood, he was decisive in killing, and he never had a trace of mercy, and he actually said such a thing against his will, which really hurt Tianhe.

But this pig can't be killed, stabbed down, the smell of blood spreads everywhere, it is very likely to attract the worship of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, and no matter who it is, it will definitely die at that time.

The man listened to Jun Qinghan's words, his face twitched, and he said in agreement: "Yes, yes!

The woman's beautiful eyes glared, and then she said charmingly with a hint of arrogance: "But people, you want to drink pork liver and hundred-leaf soup", her posture was hiring, and she looked at the man with a little pity.

"Kill! You must kill, Tianhe is a fart!"

The man suddenly lost his opinion, raised his knife and fell, and pulled out the wind in the air.

"......Uhh

There was a scream, blood splashed, and the pig's head on the board was directly chopped off, the blood ticked, and the bloody breath was emitted into the air along the breeze, which was very thick.

"Boy, if you don't get out yet, don't you want to eat pork!"

The man said with a dark face, raised the blood-drenched kitchen knife, and said to Jun Qinghan, the meaning was obvious, "If you don't leave, Lao Tzu will cut you with a knife."

Jun Qinghan's face became extremely solemn, "You guys, get out of here."

"What...... You thief still want to occupy the magpie's nest, you are impatient", the anger in the man's eyes rose, holding a kitchen knife, and slashed towards Jun Qinghan, "Yingying, I said it, he should be thrown away, he is completely a white-eyed wolf."

Jun Qinghan dodged slightly, and the man suddenly pounced, panting in his mouth, but he still carried the knife, slashing like Jun Qinghan.

"Let's go!"

Jun Qinghan suddenly pulled out his long sword, put it on the man's neck, and said sharply: "If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

"Lao Tzu won't leave, here is surrounded by mountains and rivers, a good cemetery", while speaking, the man waved the kitchen knife in his hand, and slashed towards the long sword around his neck.

Jun Qinghan looked at the two people in front of him, and immediately flashed out of the courtyard, and said: "Jun Qinghan thanks the two for saving their lives, after I leave, you had better stay away from here, if anyone asks, tell me my whereabouts truthfully."

As he spoke, the wind of the sky was revealed, but after walking ten steps, Jun Qinghan disappeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at Xiao Se's cloak, the man's eyes swept with sharp essence!

"Yingying, shall we go?" the man turned around, looked at the woman behind him, and said with a blank eye.

"Where do you want to go, right here, you haven't finished this pig yet", the woman screamed, pinched the meat on the man's waist, and rotated 360 degrees again.

"Whew!"

Looking at the bloody pig's corpse, the man's face suddenly turned pale, and he retched for a while, "Yingying, I really can't kill the pig......"

Not long after Jun Qinghan left, on the periphery of the cornfield, the No. 100 people hurriedly walked out, looking very embarrassed, and there were still leaves of corn stalks on their bodies.

"Grandma, isn't it just a corn forest, trapped in it for three hours!"

The white-clothed elder said angrily, looking at the blood Gu in his hand, he looked a little angry, "Just now, they were carefully taken into the cornfield on both sides of the path by the blood Gu, but they wandered around it for three hours, but they never turned out, and the simple cornfield was like a huge labyrinth."

It wasn't until the Blood Gu had sucked enough of his own blood, his body doubled in size, and he felt the thick smell of blood, that he guided everyone out.

Looking at the courtyard in front of him, the old man in white frowned slightly, felt the heavy smell of blood in the air, and was in high spirits, "Quick, that kid must be inside, half of the people surround here, and half of the people follow me to kill that thief."

As he spoke, the old man in white jumped into the air, and landed in the courtyard.

At this time, the middle-aged man finally divided the pork, and saw that there were suddenly more than 50 uninvited guests in the courtyard, and immediately held a kitchen knife, ran to the woman, and protected her behind him.

The elder in white, looking at the pork that was divided, and then at the ticking blood, frowned, the man in front of him, shirtless, with sleeves, tied an apron, a kitchen knife in his hand held in front of his chest, and said with a stunned expression:

Pig Killer?(To be continued.) )