The smoke curled up, the black armor ghost face seemed to come like a storm, and the simple pile of wall stones smashed the horse's head into pieces.

This is one of the gathering points of shacks in the bush, with only about 60 households.

The big bandits are coming.

The people, accustomed to seeing thieves coming and going, are like lambs in the same land, and there are not many young and strong people in the ranks, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, unkempt like children, and have no clothes.

Yin Shuiliu glanced into the boiling mustache and understood the origin of their yellow and thin faces.

There was no minced meat or grain in it.

The fields are cultivated by them, but the grain is not theirs, the art of the false pulse in the two townships of Beishan is rampant, and there are countless false pulse thieves, and the demand for grain in the field is far better than in other townships.

Why are there so few young people here?

Like Tong Qu's uncle, they are good men in Beishan and Liangxiang, and they all regard being a bandit as a road to green clouds.

An old man stepped forward tremblingly, and before he could ask, Yin Shuiliu pointed at Tong Qu: "Who is this little boy's uncle?"

"My Red Fruit ......"

Tong Qu was dizzy in the galloping wind, and the small red fruit picked from the mist at the foot of the mountain was still half in the palm of his hand at this time.

It was because of these fruity red fruits that he was beaten by the children.

This kind of robbery is very popular in Beishan Liangxiang.

"It's a peck. ”

The old man replied tremblingly.

There was no such person in the crowd, and a few people hurried away, and after a while, they brought a limping man with a broken arm to Yin Shuiliu.

This kind of bandit who left home was placed in other townships in Beibei, where did he dare to go back to his hometown after being disabled, but he was not discriminated against in the two townships of Beishan, and the young and strong people in the township who were bandits like him had no regrets even if they ended up dead without a corpse.

"When you are a bandit, under whose command?"

Yin Shuiliu's famous reputation has not yet spread to the townships of the north at this time. The bandits pecked back from the disabled three years ago, how could they tell that the black-armored ghost faces in front of them were the newly rising gangs of bandits in the north.

The horse's head neighed lightly, and the bandit pecked hurriedly lowered his frightened gaze.

He used to be a false thief in Quanji Prison, and he had been a bandit for five years, except for the land of Yicheng and Sanxiang, he had even been to the most remote Wangxiang, how could he not answer Yin Shuiliu's question.

"Very good. ”

Yin Shuiliu was very satisfied with the bandit's answer, and he pointed at the bandit in front of the three-legged mustache and said, "Lead the way for us tomorrow, if you find someone, your benefits are indispensable." ”

"Yui. ”

How dare the bandit refuse.

It was getting dark, and Yin Shuiliu ordered to rest on the spot.

The crowd led by the old man was dispersed by the wolf's fangs, and the people, who had been feeding on dry food for several days, surrounded the three-legged mustache to occupy the magpie's nest dove.

Yong Cook learned the technique of pot frying that was not available in the world of Shang Yin from Yin Shui Liu many years ago, and the pot he carried with him came from Yin Shuiliu's invention when he was young. Yong Cook lost his life for Yin Shuiliu's appetite, and he will not lose it.

With a stone stove, the fire rose roaringly, and the deputy thief next to him took out the condiments he was responsible for carrying one by one, some of which came from Yin Shuiliu's storage silk, and the source was naturally Linshan and Changping.

Yin Shuiliu never cares about material enjoyment, but when the taste can be chosen, he will not deliberately eat some tastes that are difficult to swallow.

"Look at the map I have made, and if there is any difference, point it out for me. ”

"Yui. ”

Under the light of the torches, Yin Shuiliu took the pot pulp handed over by the torturer, so that the bandit pecked at him clearly the nearby map he had made of sand and stone.

How could the bandit peck understand what the map meant, he desperately drove away the sultry smell of meat in his mouth and nose, and concentrated on the unheard of sand table map, and in Yin Shuiliu's request, he supplemented the map one by one with the details he knew.

The white fox does not eat raw food, but sits like a human, and its dinner is the same as that of a wolf's tooth pawn.

There are refined grains.

The bandit next to him pecked his head over, and he couldn't help but look stupid for a while.

Yin Shuiliu and the wolf tooth pawn both wore ghost masks and would not eat in front of outsiders, so he asked the bandit to pay attention to the sand table map: "Help me improve this map, in addition to the fine food, the food it eats now, you will have a copy later." ”

The bandit, who had not tasted meat for a long time after returning from the disability, pecked gratefully and said, "Thank you, General." ”

Tong Qu timidly hid in the distance and waited for his uncle, but his eyes looked at this place without blinking, and his saliva was swallowing frequently, not noticing that the white fox was looking at him curiously.

"What's wrong?"

Yin Shuiliu looked at the prime minister, and the white fox pulled his armarmor with a pitiful look, and pointed at the child behind the hole with his claws.

"Whatever you want. ”

Didn't go to the way.

The white fox screamed like a child, holding the food and sending it to the child.

The bandit pecked and hurriedly went to thank Yin Shuiliu on behalf of the child.

Tong Qu had never tasted third-class refined food, nor had he ever seen such a psychic white fox, and his uncle bowed to the black-armored ghost-faced general to thank him, and he thanked this white fox who was so beautiful that he didn't know how to describe it.

The white fox propped up his upper limbs, followed the appearance of Nu Lan, and watched Tong go to eat the essence grain, and then returned to Yin Shuiliu's side on all fours.

With the bandit pecking in correcting the map of the poor pond of the Yin water flow where to pay attention to its kindness.

Tong went to hide in the shadows.

"Yikes. ”

More than ten breaths passed, and suddenly there was a terrifying sound of heat behind the hole.

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Wang Thorn said in a low voice: "The Lord ......"

The torturer next to him carried the sweaty boy away.

The map was almost complete, and the bandit who was buried in the ground raised his head, and when he saw the appearance of the child, he pleaded in shock: "I beg the general to spare my nephew's life......

The leaves of the trees beside the low wall were scattered, some rolling into the darkness, some floating on the beard.

Yin Shuiliu waved his hand to make the bandit not panic, and for the first time, he stared at Tong Xiang's strange appearance, as if he had only discovered the existence of such a person at this time.

Wang Thorn and the others did not say anything, they were all waiting for Yin Shuiliu's decision. The sweat of Tong Qu's first dose of refined food was far greater than that of others, and the soap of the day was far inferior to him.

"You have a good nephew. ”

A dead leaf fluttered and fell from front of his eyes, Yin Shuiliu caught it and put it in the hands of the bandit, and in the unknown reason of the bandit, he changed his fate a few days later and said: "If it weren't for your nephew's sweat at this time, you might have died a few days later." ”

The amount of sweat phase for the first time when taking essence food cannot completely distinguish the progress of his talent for the success of the pulse, but the prosperity of the sweat phase like Tong Qu can almost be very certain of his talent for the pulse.

Yin Shuiliu stood in front of Tong Qu, looked into his eyes and said, "Give me your life, recognize me as the master, and I will take you away tomorrow." ”

The bandit pecked and said happily in disbelief: "Nephew, hurry up and promise the general." ”