The wild fox can be called demonic, and the old fox has never said anything to Liu Erye about slaughtering too much and giving birth to demons.

In the old fox's opinion, too many rules and regulations are a great constraint on Liu Erye, who was born to kill embryos.

Excellent jade, do not need to bother to carve, just wait for the surface of the stone skin to peel off, there is a peerless style.

Liu Tugou didn't feel that there was anything wrong with murderous intentions, he was just a little distressed, because it was not the imaginary knife-wielding men who surrounded him with ill intentions, but a group of beggars with yellow faces and thin muscles and ragged clothes.

Although the second master was not very kind, no beggar dared to get too close, but it did not prevent them from relying on the strength of the crowd and faintly surround the horse team with hope.

The second master is a kind-hearted person, so he smiled gently: "Sensei and the second master come to this set, and the leader gets out!"

No one responded.

Liu Tugou took a small pouch from the saddle and tied it tightly, and gently cut it with his waist, and a big hole was immediately cracked on the cloth bag.

Countless small red objects fell out of their pockets and scattered to the ground in an instant.

Most of the eyes in Xiaoxiaoxi City were all attracted, and soon countless people gasped.

Because, that's a human ear.

The second master smiled: "The leader comes out, the others are scattered, if there is one less horse and a water bladder, don't blame the second master for being fast." ”

A group of beggars looked at each other, and suddenly someone shouted, "Run!", and a group of poor children immediately rolled around, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

It's not true to say that they all ran away, and there is only one left.

This is a little beggar who can't tell his actual age, but he is definitely several years younger than Liu Tugou, with dark skin, skinny skin, a big head that is a little deformed, and a pair of eyes that are surprisingly large.

The little beggar, covered in dust, struggled to get up from the ground, his knees drenched in blood, and his face showed a look of despair.

Second Master Liu smiled and asked, "Are you the leader?"

The little beggar hesitated, looked up and said, "I just ask the uncle to eat something." Small people are weak and weak, and they are afraid that they will not be able to repay them, but they must remember it in their hearts. ”

It's funny, the little beggar didn't say yes, and he didn't say no.

Second Master Liu was happy, he saw it clearly, this little beggar was obviously kicked to the ground and left to top the tank.

"Remember that there is a fart in your heart, does the uncle seem to be a kind-hearted person?" Liu Erye asked with interest as he played with the slaughtering knife in his hand.

The little beggar seemed to be out of the way, and said loudly with a stalk around her neck: "My mother said that she knew that the grace of a meal would die, but then she starved to death." I'm eleven this year, and I've eaten countless leftovers to survive to this day, so many great blessings for life, how can I repay them one bite at a time!"

The little beggar stared fiercely at the Xueliang blade in Liu Tugou's hand with a pair of big eyes, "It's really easy to let me sell my life, I will exchange my life for a knife for you, so that I can earn my own food." This is the grace of a meal, and death is known!"

Liu Tugou smiled, he untied the long iron knife on his back, and threw it at the little beggar.

The little beggar always kept a close eye on Liu Tugou's every move, and when he saw the long knife that suddenly flew towards him, his big eyes widened.

Subconsciously reached out to take it, but he didn't expect the long knife to be too heavy, and the whole person was brought to the ground, and his knee hit the ground again, but from beginning to end, the little beggar's little hand that grabbed the knife never let go.

Liu Tugou smiled brightly: "The second master is not as good as your life, and the dead ghost father only left a good knife." But you have a good mother, who told you a good thing that is hard to buy. But don't forget!"

The little beggar struggled to hold the knife, got up without saying a word, and stood silently by Liu Tugou's white horse, tears dripping into the soil, turning into countless small mud pills.

"Go, get the horse dealer. Without waiting for the little beggar who wanted to cry happily, Liu Tugou commanded.

The little beggar hurriedly answered loudly, still holding the knife in both hands, and ran out quickly.

The long knife was erected, about the same height as the little beggar, and could only be hugged horizontally, making the poor child's back look somewhat funny.

Funny, but not ridiculous.

A good knife is especially valuable in Tianshui County, how many beggars who grow tenaciously like weeds, take a piece of iron that can't be called a knife, and dare to go to the desolate wilderness to earn a bowl of bloody rice to eat, not to mention such a treasure knife made of sinking iron in the East China Sea, which many people dream of and even pass on to their children and grandchildren after death.

For example, the child holds gold in the downtown area, and within the sight of Liu Tugou, the little beggar is as safe as Mount Tai.

It may be that many people who witnessed it will still be able to talk about it years later, but it is more likely that it will soon be buried in the billowing yellow sand, never to be mentioned again.

There are too many remote corners like Wuding County, and few people in an exhaustive generation have been able to climb enough eye-catching heights, or even none. Then this generation gradually turned into dust and disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

How long the little beggar can live and how high he can climb, no one knows, and no one cares.

The same is true of the Lanling dog slaughter that came to a small county town thousands of miles away to sell horses.

A short yellow-faced man who really sells horses for a living and maybe has other part-time jobs was brought to Liu Tugou by the little beggar, and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle wants to sell horses?"

Second Master Liu grinned and said, "Are you the leader?"

The yellow-faced man's face changed, and he forced a smile: "I haven't seen a real Buddha in the countryside, and the uncle is smiling." ”

"Can you eat these horses?" Liu Tugou was in a good mood, and it was rare for the villain not to remember the villain.

The man was stunned for a moment, and saw that this master really didn't seem to care, so he wondered: "It's not that I don't know how to lift, but these horses are a little hot to buy......"

Liu Tugou suddenly closed his eyes.

The horse-selling man felt a palpitation for no reason, and then a strange picture appeared that made him and even the entire West Market silent.

Except for the white horse under the crotch of the black-clothed swordsman, the rest of the horses fell to their knees one by one, their heads lying respectfully on the ground, motionless.

Liu Erye opened his eyes, raised his foot and kicked the little beggar's shoulder, seeing that he still opened his mouth in surprise, and said with a smile: "Go, kill the horse!"

The little beggar closed his mouth and looked at Liu Tugou with confusion, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Liu Tugou no longer paid attention to the little beggar, but just looked at the horse seller with a smile and a smile on his face.

The little beggar gritted his teeth, first put the long knife flat on the ground, and then pulled out the long knife little by little, and raised the knife vertically with both hands.

The body is dark, the blade is shiny, and the cold is pressing.

Since the second master came down the mountain, this knife is still the first time to come out of the sheath, and even in the green forest, there is a faint legend that the reason why the black-clothed and white-horse devil never has a long knife on his back is that he has not yet met an opponent worthy of drawing a knife. And the real situation is that the second master will not use such a long knife.

The little beggar plucked up his courage and exerted all his strength, raised the long knife above his head, and slashed hard!

The long knife slashed at the slender neck of a poor yellow horse, and blood splattered everywhere.

I don't know if the little beggar didn't have enough strength, or the blade was not sharp enough, and the horse's neck was only cut in half.

The yellow horse's hooves were kicking wildly, but he could no longer stand up because of a heavy long knife pressed against his neck, and the poor horse, whose fur was red with his own blood, struggled desperately, and soon died.

The little beggar, who was still holding the handle of the knife with both hands, glanced at Liu Tugou again, and saw that his face was as usual, so he had to turn around and draw the knife slowly.

The blade rubbed against the flesh fascia, making a strange and uncomfortable sound.

Xu is the previous scene of blurred flesh and blood was too tragic, and the little beggar who raised the knife again chose a dark horse.

Without hesitation, a knife broke the neck.

Liu Tugou nodded and smiled: "Okay!"

The little beggar raised his knife three times.

The horse seller suddenly shouted: "Slow! Uncle, these small horses are all wanted!"

The little beggar didn't seem to hear it, and the long knife slashed down.

This time when he got close, he was immediately sprayed with horse blood all over his face, but his big impressive eyes did not blink.

Draw and lift.

"That's it. ”

The voice of the black-clothed and white-clothed Ma Engong seemed to come from outside the sky, and it was very distant in the ears of the little beggar.

The little beggar stopped, just held the knife, first looked at the blade, there was not the slightest trace of blood, then slowly turned around, found the scabbard, stuffed the long knife back little by little, picked up the knife again, and stood back next to Liu Tugou's horse.

At this distance, Engong can kick his shoulder with his foot, the little beggar thought.

Liu Tugou seemed to see himself when he was ten years old.

He let out a sigh of relief, except for the beginning, this time he wanted to slaughter the knife with his eyes open for most of the time, which was not easy for Liu Tugou.

The surviving horses seemed to have suddenly woken up from their nightmare, and one by one they jumped to their feet, snorting heavily, and very manic.

The white horse Ah Wei hissed, and the mane on his neck danced in the wind, majestic. The herd quickly fell silent and reverted to its previous silence.

The horse seller was shocked and envious, could this be the legendary horse king?

Liu Tugou kicked the little beggar who had been stunned: "Go and choose a horse, and dispose of the dead by yourself." It's so simple......

He looked down at the little beggar who looked up, and said with a smile: "One bite after another." ”

The little beggar nodded vigorously.

He walked into the herd, and his bloody aura immediately caused a slight commotion among the horses.

Without bothering to choose, the little beggar quickly pulled out a shorter, slender black horse, which was very obedient and did not resist in the slightest.

Liu Tugou nodded, turned to the man, and said, "The others are sold to you, as much as you want, let's make money with harmony!"

The yellow-faced man smiled bitterly and nodded, "It's all up to you!"

He hesitated, and finally asked: "Dare to ask the uncle what to call him, and the little one can go back and explain to the villagers below, so as not to collide with the real Buddha again!"

Liu Tugou laughed and said heroically: "Under Liu Tugou, well, I am the second leader of the sick Tiger Mountain, and I am the one who is called the living king of Hades!"

Such a violent and vulgar name made the horse seller who was originally listening to him dumbfounded and speechless, but the little beggar kept this name firmly in his heart.

Keep this name of Engong, who is really willing to give him a bite to eat, teach him to remember the good words of his mother, teach him to take a bite back, and kill decisively but loves to laugh on a black and white horse.