The bandit chased a few steps, and then fell, because of the lack of strength, it was impossible to chase further, otherwise, the appearance of a sense of near-death would not be a thing. But let go of the person who cut himself, this can't be said anywhere, and he was quite depressed for a while, but there was no way to deal with it.

Fortunately, at this time, many people came over, seeing the heavy rain, either to build a shed for the bandits, or to cook some soup for them, otherwise, the weather will be cold, but I am afraid that the bandits will not survive. And a doctor from the deserted village also rushed over, and heard that the bandit was sick, and was plotted by someone, and was stabbed several times, and he didn't want to come, because he remembered that the gangster was a normal person, and at this time he wished he was dead, but under the persuasion of the people, he had to hurry over.

Even so, the black bandits are good, as soon as they saw the people in the deserted village, regardless of whether they were beating people or not, they were unexpected, and even wanted to vent their anger on these people. At that time, a person was hit by a stone by a bandit because he was not paying attention, but fortunately he dodged quickly and did not hit his head, but he just discounted his hand, and he couldn't grasp anything for a while, so he had to flee while scolding.

The other people, seeing that this black bandit was so ignorant, did not dare to provoke it for a while, and went to go, even if they stayed in the black bandit's house, they were not kind and confronted him. At that time, the black bandit grabbed a stone, and the man was a cripple at this time, and he couldn't run, so he dealt with it with a wooden stick, as long as the black bandit dared to smash himself with a stone, this would immediately return the color!

When the bandit saw that the man, even if he was lame, it was not easy to deal with, so he gave up and sat down in the mud, and the tears kept flowing. And the lame man walked slowly, and soon disappeared from the bandit's field of vision, and was no longer to be seen, and the night became deeper at this time, and everything around him seemed to be blurry at this time, and those who could see it were only some things that were commonplace on a daily basis, such as the big tree in front of the door and some extremely thick stones.

In the face of this sudden disaster, the black bandit sat on the ground, thinking of the bleakness of life, he didn't dare to face it at this time, and his wife didn't know who to follow. The night was already quite dark, and the bandit was lying in a simple shed he had built, and he was sleepless at this time, but he heard someone outside the door whispering incessantly, because the wind was strong, and he couldn't understand it, but what this person said was just Shaoqiu's reading.

"This Shaoqiu said that he is very good at writing." One whispered to the other.

"Well, that's the case, but what's the matter with you?" The other asked, in a disdainful tone.

"No, I have stolen things from other people before, and if this is written out, and passed on, so that my children and grandchildren will also know about it, I am afraid that it will not be appropriate," the man said mysteriously, "Isn't it too desolate for my children and grandchildren not to burn paper money for me at that time?" ”

"Alas, if you knew this was the case, why did you bother in the first place?" The other let out a long sigh and said.

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The black bandit was lying in his room, listening to this, these ugly things of his own, once Shaoqiu wrote it, I am afraid that it will not be good, "No, you must not let him write it, Lao Tzu is already miserable enough, and if you write it again, let more people see it, this matter will definitely not work!" The bandit muttered to himself, and by the time he said this, the people outside the door had gone somewhere.

At this time, outside the house, the wind was howling and blowing, and everywhere it passed, the sand flew and the stones walked, and many big trees broke off, and some even fell on the black bandits' sheds and were suppressed. But this is better, so that the shed will not be blown away by the wind, and with the big tree to block the sneak attack of the villains, it is just right to sleep at this time, and everything will be said in the morning.

But although the bandit closed his eyes vigorously, and even glued his eyes with duct tape, how could he sleep when he was sleepy? Then he began to count without stopping, but even when he counted to 100 million, Dongfang turned white, and he did not sleep.

When the bandit got up from the bed, he found that his house was crushed by a tree, and fortunately, otherwise, the huge rock in front of the door was already missing from the wind this night, but it was not blown away by the strong wind. These tens of thousands of tons of stones are scraped away, and we can imagine how terrible the power of nature is.

Originally, the bandit was ugly because of himself, of course, this is absolutely fatal for a face-loving person, and the bandit can't stand this grievance. The people of the deserted village are not afraid, because no one dares to say anything about themselves, and once they find out that someone is exposing their ugly things to their face, it may take their lives.

It's not this that the black bandits are afraid of, absolutely not! He is quite jealous of Shaoqiu now, once Shaoqiu shakes this matter out and lets people know, saying that his wife ran away with someone, and he was slashed a few times, which is absolutely unacceptable for the bandits.

But how can you make Shaoqiu not write about her own affairs? The bandit's idea at that time was to break someone's finger, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was too cruel, so he wanted to confuse him, as long as this person was confused, maybe he would write his ugly thing into a good thing.

The black bandit knows that Shaoqiu likes other people's little flowers, yes, this person doesn't pee according to his own appearance, he has no strength, even if there is a load of millet on the mountain and asks this person to pick it, I'm afraid that he won't be able to pick it back! Such a person, but thinking about Xiaohua, thinking of him as a powerful hero, even if Xiaohua usually looks at herself, she doesn't dare to think about it, and this person who reads is good, it is really the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient.

As long as you make some articles on Xiaohua's body, so that this beautiful girl doesn't love this Shaoqiu, then Shaoqiu can't figure it out, and she may go crazy. What's more, he can still persuade the girl in front of the scholar, and if it goes on like this, there must be a day when the scholar will not be able to bear the blow of this spirit, and he will go crazy and unknowable.

All of a sudden, he didn't eat any food, and went straight to Hua Bo's house, and Hua Bo didn't dare to go out because of the plague at this time, and he was also more precautionary against those who came, but the bandit didn't say what mask he was asking him to wear at this time, but he gave him a pair of glasses to put on, and he was afraid that he would not go. Although he is such a big and strong man, he can't endure hardship at all, and he can only pick up such a small half of the burden, and he won't do it if he has a little more.

It is also for this reason that people have a lot of complaints about it, feeling that in this way, it is not very responsible for everyone's safety. But people also know that this bandit, although this mask does not weigh much at all, and if you weigh it, it is probably only about a few grams, but the bandit doesn't do it, it seems that if he wears it like this, it will crush his nose or something, and even block the air, so that he can't get out!

For this reason, the bandits have fought with others a lot, because in the eyes of the bandits, treating themselves like this must have a plan, doesn't this mean that they exhale less? How is this different from asking someone to eat less?

"Damn, I know your tricks, if you exhale less, it's been a long time, and you people have no strength in your body, you people will fight Lao Tzu again?!" The bandit said to those who wanted to carry their own masks, "My day your old mother! ”

It is also for this reason that the people in the deserted village did not dare to ask the bandit to wear a mask, and some people even sacrificed a hand for this, at that time the bandit said that he would not wear this Laoshzi, but the man was also a good heart, so he ignored the opposition of the bandit, and forcibly put the mask on the mouth of the bandit, and the bandit was not easy to mess with, so he bit off a lot of the man's hand through the mask, which was considered a waste! Because of this, the people in the deserted village don't dare to ask for the bandits anymore, he doesn't wear it if he doesn't wear it, what can he do?

It is also for this reason that when he saw the bandit enter his house, Hua Bo didn't dare to say anything at all, but just covered his mouth with his hands, although he didn't speak very clearly, but in this way, at least he was in a relatively safe situation, didn't he? "What advice do you have here?" Hua Bo asked.

"I'm here, and I don't know why, but I heard that this Shaoqiu wants to sleep with your daughter!" So the bandits said.

"Is that true?" Hua Bo's words were a little unclear because he covered his mouth with his hand, but the general meaning was still understandable.

"It's true!" The black bandit said with a serious face.

"Okay!" Hua Bo was also blushing for a while at this time, anyone in the deserted village can sleep with his daughter, but Shaoqiu can't, because this person who reads can't carry his hands and shoulders, and he has become a relative, which is not good for himself.

For a moment the whole room was silent, no one spoke, the air seemed to freeze at this time, and Hua Bo was already crying because he felt quite angry at this time. "Okay!" Hua Bo said this, and after saying this, he kept banging his head against the wall.

"I'm leaving, the words are here, as for what to do next, it's up to you!" The black bandit left these words, and left in a hurry.

Hua Bo can't wait to rush into Shaoqiu's house immediately at this time, fight with him, and deal with the people of this ordinary deserted village, Hua Bo still has some concerns, but to deal with Shaoqiu and others, after all, this is a scholar, what's the big deal, not to mention that he still has such a mind, why not beat him at this time? But I heard that in front of Shaoqiu's house, because of the plague, there are already a lot of corpses, and this is going to go, in case it infects himself, I'm afraid it won't work.

I don't want to go, it's not too late to go when the plague is over, anyway, these days, because of this illness, Shaoqiu doesn't come out, and Xiaohua doesn't go out all day. Don't be busy hitting him.