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Dong Ming's pitchfork has long been thrown away, but he still has a short knife in his right hand. Li Luoyang picked it up for him two days ago. Although it can't be said how sharp it is, it's enough to kill or commit suicide.
Looking at the three bandits gathered around, Dong Ming showed a trace of sadness on his face. The current situation does not allow him to make more choices. He can't kill the enemy with Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, but at least he can't let himself become a burden and a tool for the red scarf army to threaten Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui.
That's why Dong Ming smiled so miserable, because he thought of death.
Only when he dies will he not become a burden, let alone a threat.
The short knife, or dagger, has been raised. Facing the three red scarves, Dong Ming cracked his dry lips, "come on, see if Grandpa I will frown!"
"No!"
The red scarf thieves are not fools. Of course, they can understand the meaning behind Dong Ming's actions. At the same time, they also think of the possible consequences if Dong Ming dies, but they can't stop it. Maybe the faster they rush, the faster Dong Ming will start.
"Dong Ming!"
Li Luoyang, who was stabbed in the back, choked out a mouthful of blood foam. At this time, he was at the end of a powerful crossbow, but it was difficult to describe his mood to watch Dong Ming commit suicide.
"Master, I'll see you in the next life!"
With a loud roar, Dong Ming raised his short knife and sent the tip of the knife to his chest without hesitation. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of his own suffering, so he just wanted to die quickly.
"Dong Ming!"
"Younger martial brother!"
Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui roared at the same time. The little discouraged man on his shoulder and buttocks got angry and turned around instead of running away. A thief nearest to him had no time to respond, so he was knocked down by Xiao Hui. The two were entangled and rolled into the jungle bushes. They only heard the sound of "poop poop" continuously, and a stream of hot blood immediately fell on the ground where they rolled, The grass stems and leaves are full.
No one knows who has the upper hand in the entanglement, and who the blood scattered everywhere belongs to, but anyway, such a tragic scene makes the red scarves look straight in their eyes, and no one knows what to say.
"Little ash!"
Li Luoyang, who had just avoided the fatal position, but still could not avoid being cut on his arm, didn't care about his wound at all. He rushed to Xiao Hui. However, before he staggered out for a few steps, the red scarf army behind him followed and killed him. If he didn't react quickly enough, he might get a knife on his back again.
On the other side, Xiao Hui and the red scarf army finally separated. Xiao Hui turned upside down and his face was covered with dirty blood, while his opponent was lying on the ground, motionless. There were three obvious holes in his back and was "gurgling" with blood.
It seems that Xiao Hui has the upper hand, but he also has a long wound on his chest. He can't see the depth. Only the blood is gradually soaking out. However, Xiao Hui doesn't pay attention. He just looks at the sky with two eyes and mumbles, "younger martial brother, I have only this ability, only this ability."
Three consecutive injuries have completely lost Xiaohui's combat effectiveness. He doesn't even have the courage to turn around to see whether Dong Ming is still alive. Many people have died in his hands, but he just can't face Dong Ming's life and death calmly without knowing why.
"I've sharpened a sword for ten years, but frost blade hasn't tried it. I said you're so noisy. How can I pick up the next half que, monk?"
A loud voice suddenly came out. Immediately following Dong Ming, he felt a shock in his hand, and the short knife "swished" flew out. It was a red scarf thief who was unlucky. The short knife that didn't fly out was right in the chest, screamed and fell on his back.
"Here comes the Savior!"
Li Luoyang took a closer look, and a gray figure suddenly appeared behind Dong Ming. The top bald head was shining, but his robe was too shabby. He was decolorized and covered with patches.
"Look at you, your face is like a thief. Go away, mountain man, I don't want to kill!"
"Where did the sour monk dare to touch our people? Go and do it together!"
The leader of the team was not intimidated by the sudden appearance of the monk. As a loyal follower of Manichaeism, he was very hostile to other religions, including Buddhism. In addition, the monk abandoned one of their brothers as soon as he made a move. How can he let go.
"I don't know!"
Looking at the five red scarf thieves who rushed up, the monk shook the long sleeves of the monk's robe. He had no weapons in his hands, but he could make a "snap". Just after a burst of human shadow shaking, the five red scarf thieves had fallen to the ground. They didn't know their life and death. The sudden change immediately made the remaining red scarf thieves look silly one by one.
"It turned out to be a master. Let's go together!"
Dong Ming is obviously unable to walk. Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui are injured and have temporarily lost their resistance. Therefore, the two small leaders of the red scarf army believe that it is important to kill the monk first. At the urging of the two men, the living red scarf bandits rushed at the monk in a swarm, and their figures jumped one by one, completely drowning the monk.
"Get out of here!"
Suddenly, he shouted angrily, and it was a bit earth shaking. Then one red scarf thief soldiers fell back, and no one could stand up again. Li Luoyang glanced at the thief soldiers and found that almost all of them were bleeding from their seven orifices, either dead or dying.
"You are really an expert." apart from those who were handled by Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, the rest of the 20 red scarf thieves died at the hands of the "monk". It is precisely because Li Luoyang doubts his "professional identity" because he looks at the monk's killing without blinking an eye.
"Where did you come from?"
The monk with a big beard walked up to Li Luoyang, glanced at Li Luoyang with disdain and said with a smile, "I can't get up from this injury. It's really weak."
"Weak?"
Li Luoyang wants to refute. He doesn't know where to start. He should not be weak. If he is compared horizontally with his peers, he is definitely very strong.
"Still not satisfied? I don't need to lie down if you're so hurt. Forget it, come with me."
The monk picked up Li Luoyang, and then went to Xiao Hui. It was indisputable to carry Xiao Hui with him. The two men, even if Li Luoyang's weight is slightly lighter than that of adults, but the monk carries him with his right hand without any burden. He turns and comes to Dong Ming, "can you walk? Keep up if you can walk, and climb on my back if you can't walk."
"I" Dong Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the dead red scarf thieves who could not die again, nodded and said, "I can go, I can go."
"Then keep up. I haven't been out of the mountain for more than ten years. People outside are so weak?"
The monk shook his head, but the words that came out of his mouth made Li Luoyang very ashamed.
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Dong Ming's pitchfork has long been thrown away, but he still has a short knife in his right hand. Li Luoyang picked it up for him two days ago. Although it can't be said how sharp it is, it's enough to kill or commit suicide.
Looking at the three bandits gathered around, Dong Ming showed a trace of sadness on his face. The current situation does not allow him to make more choices. He can't kill the enemy with Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, but at least he can't let himself become a burden and a tool for the red scarf army to threaten Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui.
That's why Dong Ming smiled so miserable, because he thought of death.
Only when he dies will he not become a burden, let alone a threat.
The short knife, or dagger, has been raised. Facing the three red scarves, Dong Ming cracked his dry lips, "come on, see if Grandpa I will frown!"
"No!"
The red scarf thieves are not fools. Of course, they can understand the meaning behind Dong Ming's actions. At the same time, they also think of the possible consequences if Dong Ming dies, but they can't stop it. Maybe the faster they rush, the faster Dong Ming will start.
"Dong Ming!"
Li Luoyang, who was stabbed in the back, choked out a mouthful of blood foam. At this time, he was at the end of a powerful crossbow, but it was difficult to describe his mood to watch Dong Ming commit suicide.
"Master, I'll see you in the next life!"
With a loud roar, Dong Ming raised his short knife and sent the tip of the knife to his chest without hesitation. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of his own suffering, so he just wanted to die quickly.
"Dong Ming!"
"Younger martial brother!"
Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui roared at the same time. The little discouraged man on his shoulder and buttocks got angry and turned around instead of running away. A thief nearest to him had no time to respond, so he was knocked down by Xiao Hui. The two were entangled and rolled into the jungle bushes. They only heard the sound of "poop poop" continuously, and a stream of hot blood immediately fell on the ground where they rolled, The grass stems and leaves are full.
No one knows who has the upper hand in the entanglement, and who the blood scattered everywhere belongs to, but anyway, such a tragic scene makes the red scarves look straight in their eyes, and no one knows what to say.
"Little ash!"
Li Luoyang, who had just avoided the fatal position, but still could not avoid being cut on his arm, didn't care about his wound at all. He rushed to Xiao Hui. However, before he staggered out for a few steps, the red scarf army behind him followed and killed him. If he didn't react quickly enough, he might get a knife on his back again.
On the other side, Xiao Hui and the red scarf army finally separated. Xiao Hui turned upside down and his face was covered with dirty blood, while his opponent was lying on the ground, motionless. There were three obvious holes in his back and was "gurgling" with blood.
It seems that Xiao Hui has the upper hand, but he also has a long wound on his chest. He can't see the depth. Only the blood is gradually soaking out. However, Xiao Hui doesn't pay attention. He just looks at the sky with two eyes and mumbles, "younger martial brother, I have only this ability, only this ability."
Three consecutive injuries have completely lost Xiaohui's combat effectiveness. He doesn't even have the courage to turn around to see whether Dong Ming is still alive. Many people have died in his hands, but he just can't face Dong Ming's life and death calmly without knowing why.
"I've sharpened a sword for ten years, but frost blade hasn't tried it. I said you're so noisy. How can I pick up the next half que, monk?"
A loud voice suddenly came out. Immediately following Dong Ming, he felt a shock in his hand, and the short knife "swished" flew out. It was a red scarf thief who was unlucky. The short knife that didn't fly out was right in the chest, screamed and fell on his back.
"Here comes the Savior!"
Li Luoyang took a closer look, and a gray figure suddenly appeared behind Dong Ming. The top bald head was shining, but his robe was too shabby. He was decolorized and covered with patches.
"Look at you, your face is like a thief. Go away, mountain man, I don't want to kill!"
"Where did the sour monk dare to touch our people? Go and do it together!"
The leader of the team was not intimidated by the sudden appearance of the monk. As a loyal follower of Manichaeism, he was very hostile to other religions, including Buddhism. In addition, the monk abandoned one of their brothers as soon as he made a move. How can he let go.
"I don't know!"
Looking at the five red scarf thieves who rushed up, the monk shook the long sleeves of the monk's robe. He had no weapons in his hands, but he could make a "snap". Just after a burst of human shadow shaking, the five red scarf thieves had fallen to the ground. They didn't know their life and death. The sudden change immediately made the remaining red scarf thieves look silly one by one.
"It turned out to be a master. Let's go together!"
Dong Ming is obviously unable to walk. Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui are injured and have temporarily lost their resistance. Therefore, the two small leaders of the red scarf army believe that it is important to kill the monk first. At the urging of the two men, the living red scarf bandits rushed at the monk in a swarm, and their figures jumped one by one, completely drowning the monk.
"Get out of here!"
Suddenly, he shouted angrily, and it was a bit earth shaking. Then one red scarf thief soldiers fell back, and no one could stand up again. Li Luoyang glanced at the thief soldiers and found that almost all of them were bleeding from their seven orifices, either dead or dying.
"You are really an expert." apart from those who were handled by Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, the rest of the 20 red scarf thieves died at the hands of the "monk". It is precisely because Li Luoyang doubts his "professional identity" because he looks at the monk's killing without blinking an eye.
"Where did you come from?"
The monk with a big beard walked up to Li Luoyang, glanced at Li Luoyang with disdain and said with a smile, "I can't get up from this injury. It's really weak."
"Weak?"
Li Luoyang wants to refute. He doesn't know where to start. He should not be weak. If he is compared horizontally with his peers, he is definitely very strong.
"Still not satisfied? I don't need to lie down if you're so hurt. Forget it, come with me."
The monk picked up Li Luoyang, and then went to Xiao Hui. It was indisputable to carry Xiao Hui with him. The two men, even if Li Luoyang's weight is slightly lighter than that of adults, but the monk carries him with his right hand without any burden. He turns and comes to Dong Ming, "can you walk? Keep up if you can walk, and climb on my back if you can't walk."
"I" Dong Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the dead red scarf thieves who could not die again, nodded and said, "I can go, I can go."
"Then keep up. I haven't been out of the mountain for more than ten years. People outside are so weak?"
The monk shook his head, but the words that came out of his mouth made Li Luoyang very ashamed.
Dong Ming's pitchfork has long been thrown away, but he still has a short knife in his right hand. Li Luoyang picked it up for him two days ago. Although it can't be said how sharp it is, it's enough to kill or commit suicide.Looking at the three bandits gathered around, Dong Ming showed a trace of sadness on his face. The current situation does not allow him to make more choices. He can't kill the enemy with Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, but at least he can't let himself become a burden and a tool for the red scarf army to threaten Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui.That's why Dong Ming smiled so miserable, because he thought of death.Only when he dies will he not become a burden, let alone a threat.The short knife, or dagger, has been raised. Facing the three red scarves, Dong Ming cracked his dry lips, "come on, see if Grandpa I will frown!""No!"The red scarf thieves are not fools. Of course, they can understand the meaning behind Dong Ming's actions. At the same time, they also think of the possible consequences if Dong Ming dies, but they can't stop it. Maybe the faster they rush, the faster Dong Ming will start."Dong Ming!"Li Luoyang, who was stabbed in the back, choked out a mouthful of blood foam. At this time, he was at the end of a powerful crossbow, but it was difficult to describe his mood to watch Dong Ming commit suicide."Master, I'll see you in the next life!"With a loud roar, Dong Ming raised his short knife and sent the tip of the knife to his chest without hesitation. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of his own suffering, so he just wanted to die quickly."Dong Ming!""Younger martial brother!"Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui roared at the same time. The little discouraged man on his shoulder and buttocks got angry and turned around instead of running away. A thief nearest to him had no time to respond, so he was knocked down by Xiao Hui. The two were entangled and rolled into the jungle bushes. They only heard the sound of "poop poop" continuously, and a stream of hot blood immediately fell on the ground where they rolled, The grass stems and leaves are full.No one knows who has the upper hand in the entanglement, and who the blood scattered everywhere belongs to, but anyway, such a tragic scene makes the red scarves look straight in their eyes, and no one knows what to say."Little ash!"Li Luoyang, who had just avoided the fatal position, but still could not avoid being cut on his arm, didn't care about his wound at all. He rushed to Xiao Hui. However, before he staggered out for a few steps, the red scarf army behind him followed and killed him. If he didn't react quickly enough, he might get a knife on his back again.On the other side, Xiao Hui and the red scarf army finally separated. Xiao Hui turned upside down and his face was covered with dirty blood, while his opponent was lying on the ground, motionless. There were three obvious holes in his back and was "gurgling" with blood.It seems that Xiao Hui has the upper hand, but he also has a long wound on his chest. He can't see the depth. Only the blood is gradually soaking out. However, Xiao Hui doesn't pay attention. He just looks at the sky with two eyes and mumbles, "younger martial brother, I have only this ability, only this ability."Three consecutive injuries have completely lost Xiaohui's combat effectiveness. He doesn't even have the courage to turn around to see whether Dong Ming is still alive. Many people have died in his hands, but he just can't face Dong Ming's life and death calmly without knowing why."I've sharpened a sword for ten years, but frost blade hasn't tried it. I said you're so noisy. How can I pick up the next half que, monk?"A loud voice suddenly came out. Immediately following Dong Ming, he felt a shock in his hand, and the short knife "swished" flew out. It was a red scarf thief who was unlucky. The short knife that didn't fly out was right in the chest, screamed and fell on his back."Here comes the Savior!"Li Luoyang took a closer look, and a gray figure suddenly appeared behind Dong Ming. The top bald head was shining, but his robe was too shabby. He was decolorized and covered with patches."Look at you, your face is like a thief. Go away, mountain man, I don't want to kill!""Where did the sour monk dare to touch our people? Go and do it together!"The leader of the team was not intimidated by the sudden appearance of the monk. As a loyal follower of Manichaeism, he was very hostile to other religions, including Buddhism. In addition, the monk abandoned one of their brothers as soon as he made a move. How can he let go."I don't know!"Looking at the five red scarf thieves who rushed up, the monk shook the long sleeves of the monk's robe. He had no weapons in his hands, but he could make a "snap". Just after a burst of human shadow shaking, the five red scarf thieves had fallen to the ground. They didn't know their life and death. The sudden change immediately made the remaining red scarf thieves look silly one by one."It turned out to be a master. Let's go together!"Dong Ming is obviously unable to walk. Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui are injured and have temporarily lost their resistance. Therefore, the two small leaders of the red scarf army believe that it is important to kill the monk first. At the urging of the two men, the living red scarf bandits rushed at the monk in a swarm, and their figures jumped one by one, completely drowning the monk."Get out of here!"Suddenly, he shouted angrily, and it was a bit earth shaking. Then one red scarf thief soldiers fell back, and no one could stand up again. Li Luoyang glanced at the thief soldiers and found that almost all of them were bleeding from their seven orifices, either dead or dying."You are really an expert." apart from those who were handled by Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui, the rest of the 20 red scarf thieves died at the hands of the "monk". It is precisely because Li Luoyang doubts his "professional identity" because he looks at the monk's killing without blinking an eye."Where did you come from?"The monk with a big beard walked up to Li Luoyang, glanced at Li Luoyang with disdain and said with a smile, "I can't get up from this injury. It's really weak.""Weak?"Li Luoyang wants to refute. He doesn't know where to start. He should not be weak. If he is compared horizontally with his peers, he is definitely very strong."Still not satisfied? I don't need to lie down if you're so hurt. Forget it, come with me."The monk picked up Li Luoyang, and then went to Xiao Hui. It was indisputable to carry Xiao Hui with him. The two men, even if Li Luoyang's weight is slightly lighter than that of adults, but the monk carries him with his right hand without any burden. He turns and comes to Dong Ming, "can you walk? Keep up if you can walk, and climb on my back if you can't walk.""I" Dong Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the dead red scarf thieves who could not die again, nodded and said, "I can go, I can go.""Then keep up. I haven't been out of the mountain for more than ten years. People outside are so weak?"The monk shook his head, but the words that came out of his mouth made Li Luoyang very ashamed.
