This man was carrying a long knife on his back, and his appearance was really imposing, and if he swung it with a punch, even if it was a powerful bull, he would die immediately. At this time, he was dressed in a cloak and carrying a long knife on his back, and the cold light of this long knife flickered in the night sky of this deserted village, which was quite dazzling.

At this time, Hua Gu had just returned from the mountain, heard footsteps, and knew that someone was coming, and knew that the person who came was not good, but there was no place to avoid it. She had no choice but to stand in front of the door of her own house, her children were no longer around, and she was accompanied by this big man with a long knife on his back in a robe.

"You're here?" Hua Gu asked quietly, very afraid that others would hear it, and then glared at the big man with white eyes.

"I'm here, can I not come, I want to come and eat your meal." The long knife man said this, and the scar on his face was also clearly visible at this time, which must have been left by someone who slashed it, but with this scar, this long knife man looked even more hideous and terrifying.

"I don't want you to come here, you get out, you are not welcome here, I still have to cook, and I can't be free to accompany you." Hua Gu said so. But after saying this, he sat silently on the side, and had to sneak a glance at the man as he lit the fire.

Hua Gu burned the fire in her kitchen for a while, and then began to fry the vegetables again, and the long knife man came to the edge of the stove room at this time and helped the Hua Gu to make a fire. Under the firelight, his face was really quite ugly at this time, but this strong muscle made this flower girl not disgusted, but would laugh quietly in her heart.

After a while, the fire burned, and the long knife man left, and the wind and snow outside became even stronger, raging the entire deserted village. But doesn't that mean next year will be a good year? The long swordsman shook off the snowflakes on his clothes, and looked at the moon in the sky, which came out for a while, and then flashed into the depths of the clouds, and was nowhere to be found.

"Come back tomorrow, remember to open the door for Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu doesn't come, unless Lao Tzu's foot is broken." The long knifeman dropped the words and left laughing.

For a while, in this deserted village, there was almost nothing to hear, only the wind was howling, and the Gerim Mountain in the distance seemed to be singing a beautiful song.

Shaoqiu stayed in his house, and then saw a piece of wind and dust rolling from the sky, which was obviously the surrounding desert washed up by the wind and blew with the wind. This deserted village in the desert was swept up by this strong wind, and almost the whole village was rolled up, but fortunately the wind was not too strong, otherwise, the consequences can be imagined.

The darkness of the night cannot be overstated. The wind and snow are still raging in the deserted village, and in the depths of this dark night, it seems that someone is crying, and no one seems to know who is crying. In this deserted village, it seems that only this young autumn stays in the dilapidated house and reads.

The sound of Xiaohedong going to the east seems to be frozen in this snowy day, and I can't hear it, but it's nothing, Shaoqiu can still be happy. I wonder if Xiaohua is okay now? In this snowy ghost weather, thinking about Xiaohua is really warm and meaningful.

In this dark night, Shaoqiu heard that someone was coming again, knocking on his door, which was the last thing he wanted to see. Because he was reading a book, and no one seemed to be able to grasp the goodness of this book. His thin figure was projected on the wall, and for some reason, looking at his thin shadow, Shaoqiu himself was distressed, he was already reduced to this, what was the point?

The lung disease is not yet good, and the wind and snow outside are not slightly eased for this, no, not eased, but more ruthless and cold. Facing this annoying wind and snow alone, Shaoqiu's heart was extremely cold.

He's coughing, and for his cough, the people of the deserted village don't seem to care. Maybe only Xiaohua is still more or less kind to himself, and the rest of the people are looking forward to his early death, if he dies, won't his house and his field be theirs?

However, Shaoqiu doesn't want to die, because there are still some things to do, and when things are done, it is poetic to die again. However, at this time, he categorically could not die!

However, in the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door, not very loud, but audible. Shaoqiu opened the door of the house, and there was no one to see, only the wind was knocking, as if it was also teasing him.

He opened the book again and looked at it, when someone kicked him outside the door, making the already broken door even more broken. The man rushed in with snowflakes all over his body, stomped his feet in Shaoqiu's room, and poured the dirty stuff from the shoes on Shaoqiu's book, making the wonderful words on the book invisible at once.

"What are you?" Shaoqiu asked, looking ignorant.

"You're still watching here, what are you looking at, you see my cows to death, you fucking are really bad and can't die well." The black bandit appeared at this time, scolding like this.

"What, your cow is dead, what's the matter with me?" Shaoqiu asked.

"If you hadn't read this ghost book, my cow would have died?" The bandit asked.

"This, I'm looking at the Analects, can't I read this?" Shaoqiu asked, his body was trembling constantly at this time, and he really believed in the words of this black bandit, could he really not read this book?

"Anyway, you can't read, and my dead cow has to be killed by you at this time, anyway, it's dead, just eat it." So the bandits said.

"I'm not going to kill cows." Shaoqiu said.

"You have to kill it, otherwise, some people say that I will be even more unlucky!" When the black bandit said this, his face was very ugly.

Shaoqiu had no choice but to put down the book and follow the black bandit to his house, and for some reason, in his house, there was really a dead cow lying in the cold snow.

And the bandit's wife stood aside and wept incessantly, and when she saw this young autumn coming, she grabbed him and pinched his flesh, so that this piece of meat was almost pinched off at this time. At this time, the black bandit also kicked Shaoqiu in the leg and handed a knife into his hand.

"If you don't kill the cow, you can just kill me, I don't want to die!" The black bandit said this, and his tone was quite arrogant.

Shaoqiu had no choice but to take the knife, but his slender hand couldn't hold the knife for a while, the knife weighed about ten pounds, and his thin skin and tender flesh were not capable of this big knife. However, when he saw the appearance of this black bandit, he didn't dare to say that he couldn't hold it, so he had to take the knife and come to the side of the cow.

As soon as the knife cut the neck of the cow, Shaoqiu was so scared that he thought that he was a scholar, how could he have killed a cow. And this bandit wants to do it himself, what is his intention?

After cutting for a long time, he only cut a layer of skin, and then he could no longer cut it, because he felt that if he cut it again, the cow would definitely hurt. Even if it's a dead cow.

"I don't dare to get it." Shaoqiu said with a sad face.

"What are you afraid of?" The black bandit's wife asked.

"This ......" Shaoqiu didn't know what to say.

"Get out!" The black bandit was also angry at this time, and after kicking this Shaoqiu hard, he kicked this Shaoqiu out of his house.