The grass is barren.

Autumn Wind Hunting.

Heaven and earth are vast.

Horses' hooves.

The barren mountains and wilderness suddenly had a more solemn atmosphere.

Meng Erdan was lying on the laurel bed, holding the peony in his arms.

has lived for so long, Meng Erdan, a tall man, seems to have even been hooked away by the little cute man Peony.

In fact, it is no wonder that there are really few men in the world who can resist this kind of stunning beauty.

If someone says they can resist it, there is a good chance that they don't have enough silver.

There are many beautiful things in the world, although tempting, but most of them will not be obtained by blank slate.

The more beautiful it is, the more money you have to pay.

Beauty is beautiful, and beauty is naturally attractive.

If you want to have it, you often have to pay a lot of money.

A stunner like a peony will certainly not be an exception.

Seeing the beauty, but indifferent, most of them can't take out the silver in their pockets, so they have to be indifferent.

If anyone talks eloquently, there is no need to defend himself, but give him two hundred taels of silver first!

Therefore, in this world, real real gentlemen and even sages and saints will never be rare.

They seem to be more accustomed to existing in ethereal legends......

Meng Erdan is not a gentleman, let alone a sage.

He couldn't read a single word, and he would never know the names in some people's mouths that no one had ever seen but had always heard of them......

He's just a normal guy.

A very ordinary man.

Unlike ordinary men, Meng Erdan can take out a lot of silver.

So, naturally, he was able to own peonies for such a long time.

Then he lay very contentedly on the strange smell of the bed that was extraordinarily comfortable.

Beside him lies the peony that has made many men forget the whole world.

Naked, coquettish......

Meng Erdan looked up at the vivid painting on the roof, and in a trance, he seemed to be in the fairy world......

It's getting late.

Over the town, smoke rose one after another.

The flock of sheep at dusk roared again with exhaustion.

A lazy air fills the air.

The entire Two Realms Mountain is about to enter silence.

After a hard day's work, it's time to rest......

However, all this has nothing to do with Meng Erdan.

After living in the peony embroidery room for a long time, the sun, moon, morning and dusk seem to be less obvious.

What does it matter?

Whenever he wants, the delicate peony will become charming at any time, and as long as he wants, the stupid girl in coarse cloth will respectfully bring wine and food......

Without him, he could get the money.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, as if a string of thunder had rolled through.

Thousands of hard horses' hooves knocked on the earth, and even the peony's laurel bed trembled.

Meng Erdan, who had been holding the peony, suddenly jumped up, blinked an eye, and was already sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing his clothes with one hand.

He got up so quickly that an arm as thick as an iron rod was suddenly pulled out from under the peony lying on his side, and a bright red suddenly appeared on the peony's smooth neck.

She couldn't help but gasp, and her little face, which was also like a petal, suddenly wrinkled tightly.

That pitiful look is even more heartwarming......

Meng Erdan was just hurriedly dressing up, ignoring the little lovely person who was hurt by him behind him.

Peony reclined on the bed, quietly looking at the broad back, a pair of beautiful eyes, full of resentment.

Meng Erdan took care of this, stretched out his legs, kicked on his boots, grabbed the board axe and pinned it to his waist, jumped over, and stood outside the door......

Running wildly all the way, when I chased to the Two Realms Mountain, it was almost dusk.

A large group of good horses, with no head in front and no tail in sight, foaming at the mouth and sweating profusely.

But the horse team had no intention of stopping for a moment.

The hall master took the lead, his face was pale, and he didn't make a sound.

There was only one pair of eyes, staring straight ahead, without blinking.

He was searching for footprints on the ground.

This hall master, who was originally born as a hunter, has no other skills, but the ability to distinguish footprints, which has been practiced since childhood, and is extraordinary.

In the vast sea of grass, no matter what he walked, when the north wind blew, in the eyes of outsiders, he never saw anything, only him, standing forward, squinting his eyes for a while, he could accurately judge whether it was a person or a thing, how many people, fat, thin, old and young, where to go......

After decades of walking, his judgment has never been wrong.

The sky was getting darker, but in the eyes of the hall master, the footprints on the ground wearing straw sandals became clearer and clearer.

The rough sandy pavement, how many people and animals walk on it every day? The hall master Pegasus is in front of him, in his eyes, there are no other footprints, only a pair of footprints, all the way from the grassland pasture, he has been staring at it for so long, and even has judged the general appearance of his person.

This is a middle-aged man, short in stature, emaciated, and when he walks, he will habitually drag one leg and his shoulders are crooked to one side......

With such obvious features, he firmly believed that as long as that person appeared in front of him, even if he was mixed in with the crowd, he would be recognizable at a glance.

What surprised him even more was that when the fast horse walked into the Two Realms Mountain, the footprints seemed more and more fresh.

The real murderer was in front of him, and it didn't take long for him to walk over!

There was a burst of ecstasy in the hall master's heart, and he whipped his mount a few times, and the horse snapped his neck and rushed out......

The horses galloped like a whirlwind.

In a short time, the horse team had already stepped on the Two Realms Mountain.

The desert is visible in the distance.

The hall master's eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his whip and whipped his mount a few more times.

Ahead, a figure loomed in the twilight.

Short in stature, emaciated, and always walking with one leg in tow, one shoulder always crooked to one side......

The hall master shouted, drew his scimitar, and rushed forward.

The figure naturally heard the sound of horses' hooves that shook the heavens and the earth, looked back, seemed to be a little flustered, and secretly quickened his pace with a whip pole.

Soon, the backer team caught up with him.

It's a middle-aged man.

The hall master looked at it, and a pair of straw sandals appeared on the man's feet.

The judgment is not bad at all!

"Haha!" the hall master laughed, and the tip of the knife pointed at the man's throat.

"Who is the traitor, dare to sneak attack my backer gang......" The hall master asked loudly, shaking his blade again.

"This ......" The man stood among the horses, looked around, seemed to be a little flustered, and secretly clenched the whip in his hand.

"Say, where is the traitor?" the hall master snapped again and raised his scimitar.

"......" The man muttered again, and suddenly, his body changed, and the whip in his hand swept violently. The strength is so great that it is like sweeping an iron rod.

That's just a regular whip shaft.

"Ahh

Behind him, a knight leisurely carried a blood-dripping scimitar, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph!" the hall master let out a foul breath from his nostrils, squinted at the knight with the sword, and did not speak.

With a "boom", the man's headless body suddenly fell.

The hall master remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on the whip in the man's hand.

As thick as a thumb and more than four feet long, it is made of red willow, which is extremely common in the desert.

The hall master stared at the whip pole, pondered for a moment, and suddenly waved his hand, and several scouts with their backs to the flag jumped off their horses, stepped in a few steps in front of the headless corpse, and searched for it.

"Hall Master, nothing has been found!" Several people searched for a long time, but nothing was found, and a scout with a dark face strode forward and said to the hall master very briefly.

"Let's go!" the hall master pondered for a while, waved his hand, and gave the order to the horse team behind him.

With this whip alone, it can be seen that this sneak attack must have something to do with the desert, although the real culprit is dead, but such a heavy loss is by no means something that this man's head can make up.

What's more, the recent series of naked provocations, the backers have long been unbearable.

has been chased to the edge of the desert, how can you return without cutting off one hundred and eighty heads......

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again in the open wilderness.

A huge team of horses slaughtered into the desert with great momentum.

The weather is getting colder day by day.

The days on the desert are becoming more and more difficult.

As soon as it was dark, many people had already closed their doors and were ready to rest.

Almost no one put up a lamp to light the wax.

A bowl of lamp oil and a candle should not be underestimated for people in the desert.

Suddenly, a rapid drum beat sounded.

Everyone's complexion changed dramatically almost at the same moment.

The sound of drums indicates that another incident has occurred.

Today, the drums are beating so fast, I'm afraid that there will be a big disaster.

Before their beating hearts could rest for a moment, the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves thundered.

The peaceful village suddenly became a mess......

The villagers in the desert prepared a few cowhide drums as soon as possible, and arranged a special person to be responsible, as soon as there was an emergency, immediately beat the drum and send a message, and notify the villagers to transfer and hide, so as not to suffer the disaster of the whole village.

Only this time, I didn't get any news in advance, and when the old man on duty found out, the horse team had already arrived at the entrance of the village.

The old man beat the cowhide drum in despair, and when the villagers who were about to go to bed rushed out of the house in a panic, they happened to collide with the scimitar of the backer gang.

This is undoubtedly another massacre without any suspense.

The backer gang has accumulated resentment for a long time, and at this moment, all of them are vented.

No investigation, no interrogation, no verification......

A red willow whip is enough to say it all.

From the moment he came to the entrance of the village, the hall master gave an order: no one should keep a head, no chicken should leave a head, no matter how old or young, all will be killed!

Since they dared to provoke the backers again and again, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead to run to the grassland to commit murder, they simply wiped out these villages in the desert completely.

As long as you dare to oppose the backers, everyone should be killed.

There is no reason and no reason is needed......

It was getting darker, and the backers lit the torches.

In the firelight, blades flew and blood splattered.

Screams came and went......

The hall master rode on his horse and watched the ordinary village in front of him turn into purgatory, and his heart was extremely happy.

He wasn't a laugher.

After walking the rivers and lakes for many years, the experience of nine deaths and a lifetime made his face seem to have lost the instinct to laugh.

However, at this moment, he suddenly grinned, turned his back to the sky, and laughed.

The anger that had been accumulated for a long time was completely vented at this moment, and looking at the blood flowing in front of him and the flying heads, his heart was extremely happy.

Suddenly, the hall master's laughter stopped abruptly.

He still had his head tilted up, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

On his face, the red blood flowed down drippingly......

Immediately afterwards, many knights on horseback fell off their horses one after another.

It is exactly the same as death: smiling, bleeding.

The rest of the backers were shocked, and I don't know who shouted, and one by one they rushed out of the village, gathering together on an empty sandy ground.

A few more people fell.

The rest of the gang gathered even tighter.

In the village, the drums beat again.

The remaining villagers took the opportunity to run away......

A strange sound rang out.

Non-flute, non-flute, intermittent.

The aftermath lingers, if it exists, if it is not......

The horse-crew, who had escaped last time, heard this strange sound, clenched the scimitar in his hand, his eyes widened, and he stared ahead in horror, his face was earthy and trembling.

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly, and a white figure appeared in front of him.

In the night, it looks so weird and so terrifying.

He was standing ten paces away, so close that he couldn't see his face clearly.

The north wind gusted, and the white shadows fluttered in the wind, light as boneless.

Is it a human? Is it a ghost?

"Ahh

These backer scouts are all heroes with unique skills.

Their crotch mounts are naturally some of the best horses.

With such a close distance, it only takes a few moments and can be achieved overnight.

The crotch is fast, the knife is fast, relying on a martial art, he jumps in front of him unexpectedly, and goes down with a knife, whether it is a person or a ghost, he will be called a different place.

He's a scout of the backing gang! Who has he been afraid of?

The scout screamed and slashed.

"Kill!" two more scouts rushed forward.

Three fast horses, three scimitars, as fast as lightning, like thunder, killing Buddha when encountering Buddha, killing ghosts when encountering ghosts.

The gang behind him were stunned, their eyes widened, and they didn't move.

In the blink of an eye, the three scouts had rushed to the white figure.

"Kill!" the scout who rushed to the front gritted his teeth, raised his scimitar high, and slashed down with all his strength.

"Ahh

A master of the sword, standing in front of the opponent, slashed down with all his might, and actually cut it empty.

"Huh?" When he came back to his senses, he looked up, and suddenly, he was stunned.

The white sound and shadow were ten paces away.

Before he could react, suddenly, with a muffled sound, the scout fell from his horse, and as soon as he rolled over and got up, he stood there screaming and screaming, jumping around, screaming and stretching out his hands as he screamed, and began to tear his clothes indiscriminately......

The two scouts who were a little later grabbed their horses, their eyes widened, and they just wanted to find out, but they didn't want to fall down with them, and jumped wildly after the scout in front of them, screaming and tearing at their clothes.

Suddenly, the three of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and the gang members standing behind were horrified to find that in just a moment, the naked bodies of several people had all turned into charred black.

Look at the white figure again, still standing ten paces away, motionless.

The strange music sounded again, mixed with a voice that seemed to come from hell: "You and other rats, don't you run for your life quickly, if you commit another crime, you will definitely be severely punished!"

"Ahh

In the distance, a bare hill.

A tall man stood leaning on a horse.

He looked at the burning village in front of him, his brows furrowed, and he didn't say a word.

Suddenly, he raised his slap and slapped it the door of his head......