What is the real name of the old fritter, even he has forgotten himself, it has been too long, and the sharpness of the hairy boy has long been wiped out by the sophistication of the world.

When he was a little hairy head, he was just like the little ghost in the caravan now whose head turned like a spinning top, nervous all day long, and a tendon was tense, but no one dared to laugh at him in that era, because everyone was like this, at that time, there were constant disputes on the rivers and lakes, how could there be the current prosperous and peaceful appearance? There are a hundred ways for people to die when they walk outside, snakes, insects, rats, ants, beasts and the like are even small dishes, and man-made disasters are the most terrible - refugees driven crazy by hunger, Jianghu guests with no bottom line, Burning and killing the wild bandits who are used to plundering, the deserters who escaped from the Dragon's Tongue Border, the Jiangyang thieves and those colleagues who have lost their conscience, only people know people best, and the most terrifying people in that era are also people, and only people, and the evil side of human nature is vividly displayed.

At that time, there was no so-called official road, there was no road governor, and even the whole world did not have a unified voice, the whole world was divided by countless rivers and lakes.

And at that time, in order to survive, the old fritters also did some disgraceful things.

Of course, if the old fritter had continued to work back then, maybe he would not have honestly followed the caravan to escort the goods today, and the reason was that he ran into an iron plate when he took risks to do black work for the first time.

At that time, the caravan couldn't make ends meet, not to mention the wages, even a mouthful of porridge per person was considered extremely luxurious, and the old fritter, who couldn't stand such a life, stole a kitchen knife from the back kitchen, thinking that instead of starving to death like this, it was better to join those wild thieves in the wilderness- The last time he passed by the leader of the wilderness caravan to pay the head fee to the pirates, he saw that those thieves were all oily, and their lives were very moist, and those white silver ingots were handed over from the leader to the hands of the pirates, and the silver payers were low and small, and the cashiers were arrogant, and the stark contrast left a deep memory in the hearts of the old fritters at that time.

However, on the first day of his real career, he was kidnapped by a group of wild thieves and brought to a wild thief leader at the time, saying that he had "crossed the line".

At that time, he was the first to get involved in the line of wild thieves, where did he know the rules of wild thieves, and he was almost fainted when he heard the thieves discussing "it stands to reason that he should be cut down and fed to the dogs" and "hung up to feed the vulture crows", but at this moment, the head of the wild thieves saw the pig-killing knife behind his waist and grinned: "Forget it, this kid uses a guy who is similar to me, it is fate, let him get out." ”

Then the head of the wild thief pulled out a short-bladed wide knife shaped like a pig-killing knife from behind his waist, rested on the neck of the old fritters, approached with a cynical smile, and whispered face to face, that sentence was also the reason why the old fritters went back to the right path back then, and the head of the wild thieves said this-

"This year, everyone is having a hard time, but don't use your brains if you can eat with a mouthful of food, and then let Lao Tzu see you, Lao Tzu will skin you and feed the dogs, and then cut off the meat on your body piece by piece, scald it with boiling water and feed it to you. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and chopped off the head of the wild bear caught from the wilderness with a knife, spurting him with the smelly blood, and chopping a bear paw into his arms and driving him out.

When he spoke, the leader of the wild thieves said it with a smile, but his tone was so cold that the old fritters who escaped death went back sick for several days, and the tone of that man and the short-bladed broadsword left an indelible psychological shadow on him.

The old fritter thought that he would never see the knife again in his life, and even the face of the wild thief leader could not be remembered very clearly, but now the knife that appeared in his nightmare from time to time appeared in front of him again, and the eyebrows of the knife-wielder once again made the old fritter clearly recall the face of the terrifying man.

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"Tsk. "The knife smacked his tongue, this kind of scene has not been encountered for a long time, the last time he encountered it was when he was a child, he came back from killing a litter of wild wolves at the request of the old knife handle, and before the old knife handle was injured, he let himself go alone to rob a caravan, and the caravan laughed at himself at that time - and then the caravan stayed in the wilderness forever.

Just when the knife was a little impatient, a mournful voice sounded from the caravan like being choked by the neck: "Don't do it!

The caravan people and the dart master who were laughing around the knife were stunned, only to see the old fritters who had always looked tired and crawled up and down from the caravan caravan, and rushed towards this side without touching the ground with their feet, and asked cautiously in front of the knife who robbed the road alone: "Dare to ask, but the one in the wilderness?"

Hearing this, the knife was stunned and looked at the old fritters: "Do you know me?"

It shouldn't be.

Xiaodao wondered, he was quite low-key in order to assess his knightly qualifications, and even his younger brother had a wanted warrant, and he was not wanted by the Wangji Tower.

The old fritter was excited, and yelled at the others behind him: "Don't hurry up and take out all the silver!" said and turned his head with a smile as if his face changed: "This master, we all know the rules, a person's head is half two, look at this...... We haven't been to the wilderness in a proper way, and I don't know if the rules have changed, you see......"

The rules inherited from the old knife handle on the wilderness have not changed, and when he heard that the other side was still a "regular customer", he didn't bother to think: "I'm in a good mood today, just forget the silver, give me a horse, and I'll keep it for the road...... By the way, which direction is Wolong Mountain heading?"

......

Everyone in the caravan watched the knife ride away with a little girl, and confirmed that the knife was indeed gone, and the old fritter wiped his sweat, and when the wind blew, he felt that his back was cold, and it turned out that his back clothes had been soaked with his own sweat unconsciously. The leader of the caravan came over: "Old fritter, what's the matter? You're so nervous." ”

The old fritter is the old backbone who has been working with the caravan for almost a lifetime, and he did not leave when the caravan was in the most difficult time, and even risked his life to hunt, and when everyone could not afford to eat the most difficult meal, he went to the wilderness and brought back a bear paw, and it is said that he was covered in blood when he came back, and he was seriously ill for a few days, and he was a respected old-timer in the caravan.

The rivers and lakes are experienced and trusted by the masters, which is why everyone in the caravan only cooperated with what the old fritter said, and the rare appearance of the old fritter has never been seen by everyone.

The old fritter shook his head: "It should be an old man...... No, it should be a benefactor. ”

"Old man?" "Benefactor?" "Should?"

Everyone turned their heads to each other, the old fritter shook his head, and waved everyone away: "Okay, okay, everyone hurry up and pack up and get ready to go." ”

The old fritter looked at the direction where the knife rode away, and thought to himself, if he hadn't met that person back then, what would he be like now?