There is no way, Shaoqiu has no choice but to run forward with his life at this time, otherwise, will he still stay where he is and wait for death?

Fortunately, the black bandit should not be able to see his face clearly and not know who he is in this dark and rumbling night, otherwise, it may be difficult to stay in this deserted village.

Shaoqiu ran forward lifelessly, along the small road, fell, and accidentally fell into the ditch, but it doesn't matter, just get up, you can't fall into the hands of this black bandit, otherwise, it's over.

At the bottom of the mountain, there was a small boat, and there should be no one on the boat at this time, so this Shaoqiu jumped on the boat, went down the river, and gradually disappeared into the vast night, and no one could see him anymore.

"Damn, stop there, if you run again, Lao Tzu will kill you, anyway, no one can see this barren mountain and wilderness." When the black bandit said this, his tone was quite vicious, and those who heard it were not afraid, let alone this young autumn.

But this Shaoqiu was not obedient, and kept paddling downstream, and gradually, the words of the black bandit could not be heard, only a few wisps of breeze lingered in his ears.

"Fortunately, I got rid of that bandit, otherwise, this would be a big trouble, and if I want to live a good life in the future, it will probably be impossible." Shaoqiu thought so.

But at this moment, for some reason, the boat seemed to have trouble with him, and it hit a huge stone, the cabin entered the water, the boat capsized, and Shaoqiu also fell into the water at this time.

"Which one of your mother's mothers dares to ignore Lao Tzu's words, you are so bold, you don't stand still, if you leave again, I'm welcome!" The black bandit was standing on the shore at this time and roaring, and the voice was so loud that this Shaoqiu stayed on the side and kept trembling, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

How dare Shaoqiu speak up at this time, isn't he afraid of death? But at this point, it's useless to be afraid of death, and you still have to keep running, otherwise, you will really die in this place, and you will be so sorry for yourself.

A knife flew over, and the knife was stuck right in Shaoqiu's back, and it began to bleed for a while, which made Shaoqiu so scared that he almost didn't know that he was afraid, but he had no choice but to keep running forward.

But after struggling in the water for a while, he lost his strength for a while, and fell into the river, and kept going with the current, not knowing where he should go.

When the black bandit saw that this Shaoqiu fell in the river, and he probably wouldn't survive, he patted the dust on his hands, scolded again, and left, and went back to his mountain temple to get those damn things.

Shaoqiu returned to his house, at this time, in this wild place, there were almost no people to see, and most of the people in the deserted village were not at home at this time, as for where to go, the devil knows.

Shaoqiu lay by the window, looking at the moon outside, the moon looked beautiful at this time, and under this moon, a girl was constantly singing, and the song was still so good.

Xiaohua was singing to him at this time, but Shaoqiu didn't dare to listen to it, otherwise, if Hua Bo knew, he would blame him, although he wouldn't beat him to death, but he could also make him walk around without eating.

For this reason, Shaoqiu didn't dare to listen, so he closed the window, put a cloth in front of the window, and then turned on the light to read the book. In this way, it was better, and the girl's singing was not very audible, except for a small worm singing something.

Although I can't hear the singing outside, it's also quite uncomfortable, as if something big is going to happen, and as for what will happen, who knows what's going on?

There was a clear cry not far away, although this was the cry of a girl, but who was crying, for a while, so that the young autumn who stayed in the house did not know much, because he was only reading the sage book at this time, and the rest, what about him.

The bright lights, and the faint breeze that came in from the dilapidated house, and the lovely shadows that have accompanied me for many years...... That's nice.

Someone scolded his mother outside the door, in this regard, Shaoqiu didn't dare to answer, in this deserted village, killing someone is not a big deal, therefore, you shouldn't fight with people for some trivial things.

Shaoqiu planned not to care about these things, he only read his own sage books, and he didn't bother to care about other things.

The beautiful words, the music that flowed from the words like a babbling stream, and the howl of wolves from time to time not far away, as well as this dilapidated but sturdy house, Shaoqiu felt that it was enough.

After reading for a while, Shaoqiu felt a little tired, so he put down the book, sat alone on the broken chair, listened to the wind blowing gently, and then scattered somewhere.

He looked at his hand, this hand was good at this time, it could even be said to be elegant, without the kind of savagery when wielding a hoe during the day, and without the kind of lowliness when he didn't want to die, at this time his hand, which looked like fine skin and tender meat, was really a little extravagant, didn't it?

At this time, a sound of footsteps quietly appeared in front of his house, in front of this dilapidated house, most of the people's footsteps are not heard on weekdays, why is there a footstep at this time?

Shaoqiu didn't quite understand, but since there were footsteps, it was probably because people thought he was a studious person, maybe out of respect, so he came here to take a look, thinking of this, Shaoqiu's heart had a little happiness.

"Your mother, shoot you!" Outside, however, someone scolded viciously, and then used a hoe to dig a hoe up and down his door.

You can feel the door cracked, and by the faint light, Shaoqiu saw the hoe blade coming out of the door panel, and if this hoe was dug into a person's body, it would be terrible.

"You come out!" Someone outside the door roared like this, it sounded, this voice is not unfamiliar, isn't it Huabo's? But why did he come here in the middle of the night, and so fiercely, really.

Shaoqiu opened the door of the house, walked outside, and saw Hua Bo standing outside the door, spitting viciously on the ground.

"Say, tell me quickly, what have you done to my little flower, what have you done to her?" Hua Bo asked as he pulled up the collar of this Shaoqiu, and his voice was miserable, which made this Shaoqiu tremble incessantly.

"I didn't do anything, it seemed like in the middle of the night, I heard someone crying outside the door, but I don't know who, and then I closed the door and read a book alone." Shaoqiu said this to this flower uncle.

"You really didn't do anything bad to her?" Hua Bo asked, "Then why is she crying so loudly in the house?!" ”