The cold wind is blowing, and the cold between heaven and earth is heavier.

The color of loneliness is even stronger.

There is a cloud in the Buddhist scriptures: "The flag has not moved, the wind has not blown, it is the human heart itself that moves." ”

---- this is the human heart itself is lonely.

Maybe not everyone can appreciate the charm and taste the artistic conception inside.

What a lonely mood.

The bloodshot in his eyes was gone, and his smile was even bigger.

When he turned back to his God, he looked extremely respectful and rejoicing.

"Although our line of work is not very civilized, it is absolutely orthodox, absolutely regular, and absolutely worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth."

He spoke very calmly, very seriously, and very formally, as if he was very worried that others did not know what a robber was like, that he was worried that he would discredit the bandit's business, and that others would misunderstand what the robber was going to do.

In fact, what they want is very simple, that is, money and jewelry, if the woman is very beautiful, she will stay, stay and be the wife of the village.

Women are all water, as long as they put more effort into being with them, there will always be times when they are submissive, and they are not worried about this because they are very confident in themselves.

Heifeng Dazhai is confident in everything it does, and this name has been floating in the rivers and lakes for decades.

What they do, they are very orthodox, formal, and conscience.

Perhaps not too many people can understand their rules and understand their suffering.

Perhaps only they themselves can understand where the spirit is, where the soul is, inside the robbers.

Yang Qing hugged Wusheng tightly, but her mind had drifted outside.

"They're robbers?"

Silent without life.

Liu ecstasy stared at the thick curtains, "Yes, they are good robbers. ”

Yang Qing smiled.

Because she doesn't understand, there are still good robbers?

Liu ecstasy stared quietly and said lightly. "They are the cutest robbers in the world."

Yang Qing smiled again.

Because she still doesn't understand, how can robbers still be cute.

Not only did she not understand, but she also did not believe that there would be good robbers in the world, and there would be cute robbers.

So she was silent and listened to Liu Ecstasy.

But Liu Ecstasy lowered his head, sighed, and was silent.

A person who has been through ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, no matter what he says, will make some sense, let alone a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes.

The carriage had been lowered slowly, and it was laid down very steadily.

It's obviously not the first time they've done this, and they're obviously sophisticated and sophisticated.

The super rain net had been removed, and the wagon had apparently managed to get into the pit, into the robber's pit.

Outside the carriage, of course, was crowded with robbers, a group of very happy robbers.

No one is unhappy when they face their own God, and they are no exception.

Not all guests are gods, so they don't always have a good time.

In the wide and wide ruined temple, there are no statues of gods, only robbers, and there are oil pots everywhere in it, super big oil pots, and the oil in it is already tumbling.

It's not God who wants to go down to the oil pot.

This is their rule, and it is also their rule.

Leaving money happily, as well as beautiful women, and leaving peacefully are the rules of this industry.

As long as this is done, it is their God, otherwise it is the villain in their hearts, and the villain will be in the oil pot.

No one will be merciful to the bad guys, and they are no exception.

The first one to come out was Liu Ecstasy, and when she came out, she stood delicately, staring at the oil pot, the tumbling oil pot.

Nothing was done and nothing was spoken.

It was completely quiet outside, and everyone was staring at Liu Ecstasy, as if they had forgotten that they were robbers, as if they had forgotten what they were going to do.

Then the lifeless stone statue walked out, standing upright like a stone statue, staring ahead like a stone statue.

There are only robbers ahead and nothing else.

Yang Qing didn't raise his head, and fell into his arms, unwilling to look at them.

The bloodshot in his eyes was gone, but now it was even redder, so red that it seemed to jump out.

But when he stared at Wusheng, he wasn't very popular.

He pointed to his head, "I am the master of the three villages here, the wandering ghost." ”

Silent without life.

The wanderer smiled and stared at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand and the fluttering cloak.

He seemed distressed, "Do you know who I am? ”

Liu Ecstasy smiled, "Robber." ”

The wandering ghost stared at Liu Ecstasy, and the smile on his face was thick, "I also know our rules." ”

Liu Ecstasy was still smiling. "Of course I do."

Her smile was even more seductive and ecstatic, and many of them had gradually straightened their eyes, gradually their hearts were quickening, and they were gradually shorting of breath, and they couldn't help themselves.

The wandering ghost stared at the body of Liu Ecstasy, and the body was already twitching, as if it could no longer stand her temptation and the charm of ecstasy.

"Then we don't have to talk nonsense, do we?"

Liu Ecstasy nodded in agreement.

Her gaze had fallen on the lifeless body, as if to see what he was up to.

The wanderer smiled and posed in a very beautiful pose, which was a very beautiful farewell pose.

He was speechless, as if he didn't understand, and he didn't move.

The smile on the face of the wandering ghost gradually faded, staring at Wusheng. "The country has its own laws, and there are rules for it, what do you mean by that?"

Silent without life.

The wanderer stared at him, his face no longer enthusiastic about God, and he gradually became very disgusted with this man. "You're not leaving, are you?"

Silent without life.

The wandering ghost stared up and down at Wusheng for a moment, then sighed and left.

Then he waved his hand.

He waved his hand and said that this person is not on the Tao, not authentic, not Tao, not entering the Tao, and can get off the oil pot.

There were immediately a few more strong and muscular people on the side of Wusheng, and they easily separated Wusheng from Yang Qing, and easily set Wusheng up.

They set up lifeless and walked towards the oil pot, no one shouted, no one struggled.

The wandering ghost seemed to be sighing, sighing and hanging his head, not wanting to see the tragic fate of this man again.

Liu ecstasy also lowered his head, as if he didn't want others to see his face, did he have an ulterior secret.

They were skilled, sophisticated and threw Wusheng in, and then they screamed in the oil pan, and then they didn't move.

Wusheng walked towards the wandering ghost, standing upright like a stone statue, staring and poking at him with empty eyes like spears, as if to poke him alive on the ground.

"Are you a wanderer?"

The wandering ghost suddenly raised his head, and his face looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Yes."

"You're going to send me into the frying pan?"

The wanderer was silent, speechless.

was already staring at Wusheng, and the corners of his mouth had a murderous intent.

When the corner of his mouth showed murderous intent, there were suddenly a few more people on the side, a few people holding knives.

The flash of the knife disappeared, and the heads of several people suddenly shrank into their necks, and there was no blood.

The absence of bloodshed is sometimes more terrible and ferocious than bloodshed.

They lay on the ground and writhed violently, as if in pain, in fear.

No one saw their faces, their faces were completely engulfed by their bodies.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes were still staring at and poking at the wanderer, "Are you trying to send me to the oil pot?" ”

The murderous intent at the corner of the wanderer's mouth was thicker, but no one moved, and no one wanted to die like this.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is such a painful, fatal death, this inhumane and inhumane death.

The wanderer gritted his teeth and nodded.

"You're a robber?"

The wanderer gritted his teeth and nodded.

"You're very well-behaved?"

The wanderer gritted his teeth and nodded.

The brutal murderous intent at the corner of his mouth gradually receded, and blood gradually flowed out.

The bloody blood was already slowly flowing, flowing and rolling to the ground.

His blood is not only his blood on earth, but also someone else's.

His blood flowed to the ground, no different from the blood of other people, it was also blood-red, blood-soaked red.

His body was the same as the others, no different, neither with many arms nor ears.

People are the same, there is no difference, the difference is the way in their hearts, and there is also a way for thieves.

His word has come to an end, and what is the end of it?

Isn't it death? Is it parting?

Either you part, or I part, this is the way.

The end of the road is dueling and desperate.

The wandering ghost stopped talking, and a shiny silver knife flashed out of his hand.