Desert. The wind was howling, the rain was falling incessantly, the world was far away, and it was once impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south. In this desert, there is gold everywhere, and it shimmers with golden light, and it is reflected on people's faces, so lovely.

The robbers stood in this desert, all this was their own, no one dared to come in, and the people of the deserted village did not dare to enter this desert, even if they looked at it, they were terrified. Only robbers live in this desert, and they do all the bad things, and I don't know how many girls they have harmed, but the people dare not do anything to them, because they are no match for them.

The robber thought that he could live in this desert for the rest of his life, but on this day, it was also a day of heavy rain, and suddenly he saw an inconspicuous person appear in front of his eyes, and his eyes were very disdainful, and he looked at all the women around him, and not only that, but when he saw the gold under his feet, he was overjoyed, and he bent down to pick it up. But while the man was collecting the gold, a stone was thrown on the head by a robber, and for a moment the blood flowed so profusely that his face was covered with a very unsightly appearance.

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The person who was beaten was none other than a fugitive with a gun, although he was not tall and average-looking, but he had a gun in his hand, and he didn't pay attention to the robber's knife at all. The robbers also relied on their own courage to not be born, otherwise, why would they dare to put so much gold in this desert casually?

When the robber's women saw that the robber was dead, they all screamed, and they were forced to do so, otherwise why would they live with the robber, and there was no one to control themselves at this time, so they had to leave the desert and want to go home. The fugitive with the gun didn't say much about this, all he cared about was the gold, and at this time he put all the gold into his broken pocket, ready to go back to the deserted village and count it to see how much it was.

On this day, because the weather was a little cold, it was still raining outside, and it was very desolate. At this time, I thought of my wife, so many days have passed, the news is gone, I don't know where to go, thinking of this, I can only borrow wine to drown my sorrows for a while, otherwise, how can I be embarrassed?

The house is dilapidated, because the previous house was plotted by someone, a fire burned, at this time, listening to the rain outside, I am thinking about some questions, trying to sort out the clue, who burned his own house? But after thinking about it, most of the night passed, and before I could understand it, at this moment, I heard the footsteps of someone outside, which was not very loud, and stood quietly in front of the door of his house, and did not move for a while.

The man who came was none other than a fugitive with a gun, who had slain the robber in the desert and had taken all his gold, and stood at the door of the bandit's house, trying to hide from the rain, until the rain had stopped, and then he would walk. Because of the long journey, his legs were already covered with mud, and because he was not accustomed to the water and soil, he had diarrhea, and his pants were full of feces.

At this time, standing in front of the door of the black bandit's house, I wanted to go in and hide from the rain, but I saw that although the house was low, it was also quite clean, and I couldn't bear to make other people's houses so ruined. At this time, standing in front of the door of the black bandit's house, he wandered quite a lot, and wanted to go out, and this heavy rain was so non-stop, enter someone's house, how could he see people with such a ruthless appearance?

When he was wandering like this, he heard the black bandit shouting, and he was even startled, because the sound was so loud that he could only turn his head and look at the black bandit for a while. Seeing that the black bandit was holding a stone in his hand, he even wanted to throw a stone on this person's body.

But when he saw that this man had a gun, and knew that he was a fugitive, he did not dare to make a mistake for a while, so he hurriedly threw the stone away, and stood aside, not even daring to speak. The fugitive with a gun climbed into the bed of the bandit at this time, this is the sheet that the bandit had just washed yesterday, because he loves to be clean, the bandit also sprinkled some French perfume on it, and for this reason, walking in front of the door of the gangster's house, many women are going to laugh, wanting to seduce the bandit with their own laughter, at least to attract his attention to himself.

But such a clean sheet, at this time in front of the fugitive with a gun, it seemed to be a little shy, and the fugitive with a gun did not take off his shoes, and climbed directly into bed, his feet of mud were clearly visible, and he didn't know what to do with this bandit. But for the sake of this man who has a gun, even if he has on his bed, there is nothing he can do, because he can't use a stone to shoot a gun.

"Go, cook some meat for Lao Tzu to eat, Lao Tzu hasn't eaten meat for a long time, and I'm hungry." The fugitive with the gun ordered the bandit in this way, and the bandit, after hearing the man's words, looked at his gun again, and did not dare to disobey at all, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Okay." The black bandit replied in a low voice.

The bandit boiled outside for a while, and when he returned, he hid a knife in the bowl and brought it to the fugitive with a gun, and he stabbed the fugitive with a gun. However, although the knife was stabbed into the stomach of the fugitive with a gun, it did not stab him to death, and at this time, the fugitive with a gun in his hand fired at the bandit indiscriminately.

The bandit escaped from the house and wanted to flee to the mountains to pray for the blessing of the gods, but before he had run more than 100 meters, the fugitive with a gun rushed out of the house, and despite the pouring rain outside, he shot the bandit directly in the head, and the bandit died. The fugitive with a gun took possession of the bandit's house, and for a while he lit a fire and boiled the meat, and the gold around him could be put aside with peace of mind, without worrying that someone would steal it.

After eating and drinking, the fugitive with a gun slept again, and slept until dusk the next day, because yesterday he had been running around all day and killed two more people, and it was raining heavily, how could he not sleep well? After a good night's sleep, the fugitive with a gun walked into the deserted village at this time, wanting to go to Hua Gu to play, because as a big man, if there were no women, this could also be said to be quite tasteless.

When the armed fugitive walked to the door of Hua Gu's house, he found that Uncle Feng was sitting there peeling soybeans for Hua Gu, which were freshly cut by the mountain, and they were so fresh that they were tight. Of course, Uncle Feng's ultimate goal is, of course, to sleep with Hua Gu, otherwise, he would not dare to be alone and risky, and he would still have to sit in front of the door of this widow's house when it was dark.

At this time, I looked at this Hua Gu's face, although she was a little old, but in Uncle Feng's eyes, it was still infinitely spring, so I even wanted to kiss this Hua Gu's face. At this moment, suddenly, I saw a fugitive with a gun standing on the patio of this Hua Gu, this gun looked, for some reason, it was so murderous, that this Uncle Feng didn't dare to stay here, and hurriedly said goodbye to Hua Gu, and left quickly.

After Uncle Feng left, in front of the widow's house, only this fugitive with a gun was helping her peel soybeans. At this time, it was already night in the deserted village, and the fugitive with the gun thought of reaching out and missing his five fingers, and then walked into the house with this flower girl to talk properly, but after so long, why is it not night?

At this time, Hua Bo appeared in front of the fugitive with a gun, of course, he didn't dare to offend him, and when he saw the fugitive with a gun, although he was much older than others, he called others "grandpa". "Hello grandpa." Hua Bo shouted.

"Good, good!" The fugitive with a gun saw that this person was so amused, and he responded indiscriminately.

"If grandpa feels lonely and bored, why don't you ask Shaoqiu to tell you a story, he is the best at telling stories, and you are satisfied." Hua Bo said with a smile at the gun-wielding fugitive.

"Shaoqiu?" The gun-wielding fugitive muttered, "Where is he?" ”

"Not far away, he is studying in his room at this time, why not call him? He told the best story. Hua Bo smiled and said.

"Then go and bring him in." The gun-wielding fugitive waved at Hua Bo and said impatiently.

"Okay." Hua Bo walked away.

Shaoqiu has been busy on the mountain for a while, at this time because of weakness, I want to rest for a while, and because the bandit is dead, there will probably be no one to look for their own trouble from now on, so I want to study well, otherwise, I can't become a talent, how can this be worthy of Xiaohua? This is a strong spirit, and I want to take advantage of the night to read a good book for a while.

Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on the door outside, and the sound was so loud that it was more powerful than the sound of the black bandit knocking on the door, which made Shaoqiu a little scared, and I don't know who this person is, and the confidence is so sufficient, I don't know who is behind it? However, since people are standing in front of their own houses, they have to open the door for a while, otherwise, I am afraid that there will be more trouble.

"Open the door!" The man roared loudly.

"It's coming, it's coming." Shaoqiu quickly rushed to the door, wanting to open the door, otherwise it would be bad to offend people.

When I opened the door and looked out, I realized that this person was none other than Hua Bo, but I didn't know what he was doing this time. And behind this flower boy is followed by a person with a gun on his back, this person himself does not know, and it is probably not very beneficial for him to appear in front of him at this time.

"What are you going to do here?" Shaoqiu asked.

"I want you to tell a story for Lao Tzu." So said the fugitive with a gun.

"This ......," Shaoqiu hesitated.

"Are you going?" Hua Bo picked up a stone on the ground at this time, raised it high, and asked Shaoqiu Drink.