Seeing that the little fat man made a move to unite the human sword, the heaven and the earth seemed to be chaotic at the beginning of the opening. From then on, money, beauty, cultivation, and glory had nothing to do with them. If their lives can happen again, I don't know if they will regret meeting the little fat man unexpectedly today.

Although Han Feiguan had long known that the little fat man's cultivation was outstanding, he still didn't expect that as soon as the little fat man made a move, he would destroy all his people. In addition to being frightened, Han Feiguan also saw that the little fat man had just used the human sword at the moment, and his body was very weak.

Han Feiguan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sinister look flashed on his face. His hand crept into his pocket and pulled out a thunderbolt. Before Han Feiguan could thunder his hand, the red-faced Guan Changsheng, who was riding on the war horse, had sharp eyes and saw Han Feiguan's slight movement. From Han Feiguan's eyes, Guan Changsheng had a hint of foreboding. He shouted at the little fat man who was kneeling on one leg and supporting most of his weight with the Qiushui Yanling knife: "Little fat man, be careful, that old thief has pulled out gunpowder bullets again!"

Han Feiguan didn't know the Thunderbolt Bullet, and the projectile he threw by Han Feiguan was so powerful that he named it "Gunpowder Bullet" himself.

The little fat man heard Guan Changsheng's hurried shout, and his heart was also frightened. He had just cast the human sword unity, and now the spirit of the whole person was very sluggish, I am afraid that a person in the Five Elements Period could easily kill him. The little fat man turned his head and just saw the thunderbolt fire bomb in Han Feiguan's hand smashing a very beautiful parabola. At this moment, the little fat man wanted to dodge in his heart, but he couldn't even use a trace of strength, and he looked at the murder weapon flying over, and his heart sounded the situation when he was a child.

At that time, the little fat man was still young, about five or six years old. In the summer, the weather is hot, and at night, in order to save unnecessary expenses, the adults in the family will blast their children out of the house and prevent them from lighting oil lamps at home.

The children who were thrown out of the house by the adults in the family had nothing to do, so a large group of people gathered together to play games. At that time, their favorite thing was to play a game of missiles in an open field in the village.

The so-called missile game is that a large group of people are divided into two factions, and there is no distinction between good and evil between these two factions, only hostility. Their main weapon is the dirt in the field. The soil that has just been plowed is relatively soft, and it doesn't hurt particularly when you hit it, or it can be said that it doesn't hurt at all. It's just that the clothes on the body will be dirty, and when I go home, I will press the soles of my father's old shoes.

However, at that time, in order to have a good time, the children did not pay attention to the beatings. The little fat man was also one of the crazy ones at that time, and of course he was not beaten by his father and mother. However, he never cared. The little fat man has been fatter than the average person since he was a child. The strength is relatively large, and the speed and distance of the soil thrown out are also relatively far. At that time, the little fat man was more liked by his friends, and they all wanted him to join his team.

The night is as dark as ink, and the bright stars and moon all over the sky wash away the noise of the day in the small village. The evening breeze blows slowly, bringing a hint of coolness to the earth. Some people who are unwilling to be lonely will also sing a sentence or two happily on the night of withered grass. Flowers that bloom during the day/in full bloom will not be shielded at night. During the day, people are busy with work and have no time to appreciate the beauty and fragrance of flowers, and the night is a good opportunity for those who are full of complaints.

Before the flower and under the moon, the poet of the wind / coquettish, wrote an immortal chapter. Especially the one who wrote, "The moonlight in front of the bed and two pairs of shoes under the bed." It has left people with countless suspense and thoughts.

At that time, after they were kicked out of the house by their families, sometimes, sneaking back home, they could hear their parents being happy. There is no other reason, because at that time, the living environment of the small village was relatively poor, and often children and adults lived together. Adults are often embarrassed to say hello in front of children. I can only wait for them to be kicked out of the house at night, and then seize the opportunity to recreate people.

The little fat men lurked in the fields on a moonlit night, or behind the trees, or under the breach, and then the barrier was invisible, and they threw dirt and dirt at the local camp quickly and violently.

The little fat man was triumphant tonight, because he watched his friends in several places being hit by his dirt. The soft soil smashed into the other party's body, like a rotten egg thrown out, and instantly turned into countless grains, making the other party's gray-faced wolf unbearable. At this time, the little fat man, like a victorious general and a victorious rooster, arrogantly despised the opponent's little partner.

The sky is invincible, and people have good and bad luck. In this vast number of sentient beings and a vast world, there are often countless happy and sad things. For example, in front of him, the little fat man's triumphant look immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the other party, and immediately attracted the attack of the other party's firepower.

The little fat man couldn't dodge for a while, and was hit by the rabbit, and his body and face were full of dirt. It seems that going home today is inevitably a meal for my father and mother. The little fat man was still sighing in his heart, and suddenly, he saw a black shadow flying from the opposing camp. This was an extremely common situation, and the little fat man didn't care. At this moment, he was careless and was hit by something thrown by the other party.

A sharp pain came from the corner of the little fat man's forehead. The little fat man reached out and touched his head, only to see that his hands were full of scarlet blood. Looking down again, there was an ugly black stone lying on the ground, the size of their fists. It is estimated that when he was fighting just now, a little friend was in a hurry and mistakenly smashed the small stone as dirt. The unfortunate little fat man was hit by this merciless stone, and blood flowed down as if he didn't want money. Blood dripped into his eyes, and his eyes hurt and hurt.

When those friends saw the little fat man's situation, they were frightened one by one, and they scattered in a hurry. The injured little fat man was left alone, standing alone on the field and crying.

The little fat man's head was so dizzy that he even felt like he was about to die. He covered the hole in his head with his hand, and the blood flowed quickly down his fingers, instantly staining his hands red.

Blood dripped from his face to his body again, and at that time, because of the heat, the little fat man was naked/naked. His upper body was also stained red with blood, and in the bright moonlight, he looked hideous and terrifying.

The little fat man cried all the way and stumbled back to his home, where his father and mother were stacking Arhats in the bed. Suddenly, I heard a heart-wrenching cry, and even at the critical moment, I ignored it, and put on my clothes and lit the oil lamp. When the little fat man's father and mother saw the little fat man's injury, they were both startled. At that time, the little fat man had lost too much blood and entered a weak coma.

The little fat man's father hurriedly hugged the little fat man and hurriedly ran to Langzhong in the village. Lang Zhong was really taken aback when he saw the appearance of the little fat man. At that time, it was not uncommon for someone to die. However, the little fat man was only five or six years old, and he was already stained with his own blood like a snowman, rolling his eyes, and his body was constantly twitching.

After Lao Langzhong carefully and cautiously helped the little fat man clean his wounds, he used a slender and sharp needle to help him seal a few needles on the little fat man's forehead, and only then did he feel relieved when he saw that the blood gradually stopped.

After stopping the bleeding, the little fat man had fallen asleep, and Lao Langzhong prescribed some blood tonic medicine to the little fat man, so that the little fat man's embarrassed mother took it back.

When the little fat man woke up again, it was already noon the next day. For the first time in history, his father and mother did not come back to scold him when he fought with his friends, and carefully boiled five eggs for him. At that time, this egg can only be eaten occasionally during the New Year's holiday.

Under the interrogation of his father, the little fat man couldn't tell who voted for him. If you can't find the right owner, naturally there is no way to make all the children compensate. His father and mother had to sternly instruct the little fat man not to play with those wild children anymore. Since then, there has been no missile game in the life of the little fat man. After the little fat man healed, he left an ugly scar on his forehead. The little fat man had to leave a strand of long hair on his forehead to cover his ugliness, but fortunately, if you don't look carefully, you can't see a scar on your forehead.

The little fat man looked at the thunderbolt bomb thrown by Han Feiguan, and remembered the stone that his little friend threw at him when he was a child. He also understood that the power of this thunderbolt was far greater than that of the stone back then. The little fat man wanted to dodge, but he was too weak to dodge.

Just as the little fat man closed his eyes and waited for death, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves, and a fiery red horse ran up to him. It turned out that Guan Changsheng saw that the little fat man's situation was not good at the moment, and urged his own mount, the red rabbit horse, to come to the little fat man.

After arriving at the little fat man, Guan Changsheng pulled the little fat man's collar and pulled the little fat man on the back of the horse. The red rabbit horse was born with a divine horse, and the extra person on it didn't seem to be able to stop its progress. The red rabbit horse jumped vigorously, and jumped out to the side like an arrow off the string.

At this time, a shocking loud bang came from behind him. The little fat man looked back and found that there was a huge hole in the place where he had just stood. This crater is similar to the crater that was blown up by the thunderbolt just now. The little fat man smacked his tongue secretly, if this was blown up, it would really not be a joke.

Han Feiguan was also quite surprised to see that this bomb did not blow up the little fat man. He glanced at the little fat man viciously, as well as the troublesome Guan Changsheng, and took out two thunderbolts from his pocket.

The little fat man watched as the two thunderbolts were thrown at him and Guan Changsheng one after the other, and his heart was as sad as death.