The woman was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of poignant eyes, and the hatred was deep, and with the wind gradually rising, it became cool inch by inch.

The black robe draped over his body moved with the wind and the sound of hunting.

Under the robe curled up was a long black whip, sharp and vicious, like a scorpion's tail.

The woman's sadness was overflowing, and she said word by word.

"Because my man died at your hands. ”

This is undoubtedly not much different from the hatred of taking his wife and killing his father.

Any argument seemed hollow, so Meng Qingyi simply closed her mouth and had no choice but to say nothing.

Meng Qingyi didn't expect Xue Qi to speak at this time.

Xue Qi said.

"I grew up in southern Xinjiang. ”

Meng Qingyi said.

"Judging from your kind of gloomy compassion, it's not strange that you grew up in that place. ”

Most people in southern Xinjiang have snakes, so it is not impossible to have some snake habits.

Xue Qi said.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, we also recognize this sentence. ”

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

Of course, this sentence is not wrong, let alone southern Xinjiang, even if you go to the north of the country, it is also applicable. ”

Xue Qi said.

"In our southern Xinjiang, if someone's husband is killed, to take revenge is to cut off the enemy's head. ”

The meaning of "head is not to cut off the head with a sharp knife", but to beat the neck over and over again with a blunt object, until the bones are broken, until the skin is cracked, and finally separated.

It is simply the most cruel way to die, no less than a thousand cuts.

Even Meng Qingyi seemed to be frightened, so frightened that he couldn't help but shrink his neck, if he hadn't been on guard, he would have to caress the back of his neck a long time ago.

Meng Qingyi stuck out his tongue and said.

"It hurts. ”

Xue Qi said.

"After your neck bone is crushed, you are actually dead, and no matter how much you torture you afterwards, you will not feel pain. ”

Meng Qingyi had no choice but to sigh and say.

"Of course I know that when I die, I don't feel pain anymore. ”

"I'm just talking about whether I can repay this hatred in a less painful way. ”

Xue Qi said.

"Oh?"

A spiritual light suddenly flashed in Meng Qingyi's mind.

"I thought about it. ”

Xue Qi's face was expressionless, but he was interested.

Xue Qi said.

"What do you think of?"

Meng Qingyi grinned, looking very excited.

"Of course, I have been living in prison all these years, but more than ten years ago, I went crazy in the whole wilderness. ”

"Of course, the meaning of madness does not mean that I am crazy, but it means that I have wandered around. ”

Xue Qi just stared at it without blinking, as if he was coping, right, nodding.

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"I remember spending a few months in the West, and the people of the West have a tradition that no matter what kind of sin you have committed, as long as you offer a bavolo to the gods, the people of the West will let you go. ”

Xue Qi said.

"Bavolo?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"That's a name for the wild cow in the West. ”

Xue Qi said.

"So no matter what the fault is, even if it is to kill someone else's husband, as long as you can sacrifice a wild cow, heaven will forgive your sins. ”

Meng Qingyi laughed, if it weren't for the black smoke, there would be many dangers, and he would have to laugh and bend over.

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"You're not right, not at all. ”

Xue Qi said.

"Sounds really good to you. ”

Meng Qingyi still couldn't stop smiling and said.

"It's really good. ”

Xue Qi said.

"Then you ought to ask, to ask the woman what she thinks. ”

So Meng Qingyi really cleared her throat and asked the black-robed woman.

"What do you think if I repay you a brute cow?"

Probably hearing the cow, a round man poked his head out of the black smoke, with a bulging head, round eyes, a chubby belly, and a round face.

The round man seemed to be greedy, swallowed his saliva, touched his stomach, and muttered to ask.

"Can the cow be cooked?"

Meng Qingyi said to Xue Qi with a grin.

"You see, some of the traditions work. ”

Then he said to the round man.

"Frying, frying, stir-frying, burning, even if you want to take it to marinade, it's fine. ”

Just listening, the round man's tongue couldn't help but shake, and he sighed.

"That's good. ”

I can't help but fantasize about the different textures and tastes of different parts of the cow.

Meng Qingyi hurriedly said.

"Then don't we say it?"

The round man nodded one after another.

"Good, good, great. ”

But I listened to the woman's cruel words.

"I can't say this whip well!"

Sure enough, the whip rolled twice in mid-air and whipped violently towards Meng Qingyi's mouth.