The three men saw that there was indeed no other person in the room, but they were greedy for the beauty of the flower language, and they had a bad heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info thought that there was an old man and an old mother in her family, and she didn't care at all. The man with a round face and a black face suddenly stopped, turned over and looked at Huayu who was combing his hair again.

But I saw her pink spring mountains like peach blossoms, delicate and shy like weeping willows, looking forward to the amorous and drunk spring breeze, and her gentle demeanor was better than begonias. Seeing his gaze, the two entourages also had their hearts in mind, and their eyes understood at that moment and coincided.

Hua Yu looked in the mirror and was taken aback! Hurriedly got up, turned around, and looked at them with a frightened expression, "What are you going to do," Seeing the three of them approaching step by step, she asked in fear, "What are you going to do in broad daylight!"

They laughed! Seeing the helpless appearance of the weak beauty further stimulated their evil thoughts. "Beauty," said the black-faced man, "three beasts are in a beautiful woman's room, and what else do you think can be done!"

Huayu grabbed the scissors and prepared to die with the beast!

And Nanjian was also behind the door, but unfortunately the wound on his chest was dripping blood, and even if he used a little force to grasp the evil sword, it hurt him so much that he couldn't bear it. So what, those who are not afraid of death will also be afraid of scolding! Therefore, he pulled out the sword of evil punishment!

The sword of evil slashing, reflecting the sunlight that came in through the window, illuminated the room to the bone. However, the three men did not look back, they had already snatched the scissors from Huayu's hands. And, too, have caught her on the bed. And now, Nan Jian is still weak, more fragile than a person who has no power to do it, and he has no anger!

He came out from behind the door, wielding his sword, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Hua Yu screamed, Nan Jian heard it, and dragged the evil sword on the ground to crawl step by step, moving closer to the bed. At this moment, an old voice broke off: "Beast, stop!"

The three of them threw the skirt torn from Hua Yu's body to the ground, turned around with an obscene smile, and saw a wound dragging blood on the ground, dragging the sword that had killed people without counting, and the southern sword that was still squirming towards them little by little. Then he looked at the old man with gray sideburns carrying a knife at the door, and he was angrily walking towards them.

So, the three laughed!

"A hero crawling on the ground, an old man about to go into a coffin, ha, ha, ha!" they laughed, "don't you want to see us happy?" ”

"Go, throw this old man and that old woman into their wells!" commanded the round-faced man with a black face, "this one on the ground, let him crawl over, and I will deal with him." Now, big brother, I'm going to be happy and happy first!" So, after he finished speaking, he turned around and went to ** Huayu again.

The other two stepped over Nanjian's body, drew the dagger on his body, and they took three steps and two steps, and rushed to the door. Attempt to kill the old man.

A knife that is as powerful as a bamboo, its sharpness can be imagined, but its danger is puzzled by many people! The handle of the knife, which is more than a foot long, is just a grip long, and it and the blade are made of a complete piece of wrought iron. The blade of the knife is as thin as paper, but the blade is two inches thick, seven inches wide, and between the waves, a knife breaks a bamboo, and the knife is so!

Now, the old man Cao Bing had only wielded two knives, and although he did not cut a single bamboo, two people fell - two robbers wielding daggers who tried to stab the old man to death.

The black-faced and round-faced man could hear the movement behind him abnormally, and felt that something was wrong! When he looked back, he saw his two companions lying on the ground, their heads split in half like cut bamboo. He was taken aback, knowing that it was definitely not something ordinary people could do to be able to slash their two extraordinary companions to the ground quietly in the blink of an eye.

So, the first thing that came to mind of this black-faced and round-faced man was that thirty-six plans were the best plan. Fortunately, there was a half-open window at the head of the bed, and he immediately threw himself at the window, even faster than the action of the wild flutter just now, and threw himself out of the window with a bang.

He thought he would be able to escape! That was his whims! After all, there was a blood debt left here, and the blood debt was to be paid with blood! At the moment when he flew out of the window, a wind passed through the room. It wasn't the bricks that flew over, it wasn't the spikes under the old man's feet that flew over, it was the knife that flew over—it was the knife that the old man Cao Bing used to break his scorn.

So, the round-faced man had more than enough heart, and he just flew to the window frame and stopped. Because, the knife flying behind him nailed him through. And it was nailed to the square wood on the side of the window frame. Half of the blood flowed into the room, half down the walls and out of the walls, making passers-by shudder at the sight.

About three quarters of an hour later, along the main road of the suburbs, a single carriage with a black curtain on its body was rolling along the hot road.

On such a hot afternoon, the sun was scorching all the way, and there was not a trace of wind, and the trees along the way, like the scenery in a painting, were motionless. The water surface in the lotus pond in the distance is also as calm as a mirror, and the endless mountains in front of you seem to be boiling in a pot of oil, and there seems to be a bright fire dancing all around!

However, Murong Bai's good brother Qin Jubo was also very well-informed, and someone who had already invited merit and rewards told him about the blood flowing out of the window under Cao Bing's back wall. Moreover, a large group of people also came, turning Cao Bing's family upside down, but they did not find their family.

Later, the three bodies were found in the well in front of his house. So, they were taken aback, "Hey, how did Tan Dongbei, the master of Tan legs, also be killed!" Someone pointed to the body with a round face and a black face that was salvaged and said, "He is a famous person in the rivers and lakes! Who is it, with such great ability, he can kill him!"

Later, after some inquiries from the neighbors, I learned that the two old people were a family living here ten years ago. They never interacted with their neighbors, except that a friend from the town who fished occasionally came to their house to smoke a bag of dry tobacco with the old man. The rest, no one can say clearly.

So one of them asked, "What is the name of this fisherman?"

"I don't know very well!" said the other party, "I just once passed by their door, and I heard the old man of their house, calling the fisherman: Kang Laosi!"

Qin Jubo nodded secretly, his deep eyes were like the scorching sun, burning with angry flames. His firm nose seemed to be carrying a sharp knife, and he had the desire to kill at any time, and his broad and distinctive lip line had the outline of green mountains, as if his fluffy beard was a deep forest where jackals, tigers and leopards gathered.

In the end, he only said one sentence: "Go to a few people and find this Kang Laosi!" (To be continued.) )