He could imagine how angry the dark middle-aged would be.

Unexpectedly, the dark middle-aged haha ​​laughed: "Ha ha ha! What a coincidence, I also believe it!"

Yep?

Wang Erma was stunned for a while. Although I didn't understand why, it seemed that their family had escaped.

"Since your son has chopped wood, why should I bring something back to make a business trip?" The dark middle-aged man looked at Wang Erma's trembling legs and smiled slightly: "So, just cut your legs Come down and bring it back."

"If that is the case, I can also explain to you that your son can't come by cutting wood and cutting his legs."

what?

Wang Erma hurriedly knelt down: "Sir, spare your life, spare your life!"

Dark-skinned middle-aged is not slow or slow: "I won't kill you, what's the life?"

He waved his fingers, and two fierce bandits pressed him to the ground, and severely cut his legs.

what--

The horrible cry of utter misery broke the silence of the small mountain village.

The **** scene shocked them on the scene, making them stunned. Some couples hugged each other and were terrified.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man smiled: "Next, is the second person who is fortunate to receive benefits. Who is Li Zhibang?"

Poof-

A fat man with a big belly pooped and immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowing again and again: "Master, my son... he drowned and died!"

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the villagers! If you still don't believe it, you can take you to the graveyard."

The dark-skinned middle-aged man hadn't asked yet, and he told him honestly.

And he was telling the truth. His son, who died in the water because of swimming, didn't catch his body a long time ago.

Dark-skinned middle-aged woman looked at a woman and smiled: "Sister, is she telling the truth?"

"Yes... yes, the grave is still there." The woman said with her head down.

The dark middle-aged man looked at the second villager again, and he answered with diligence and truth.

"It's really dead!" The dark middle-aged man touched the back of his head: "Oh, this is hard to do, and there is one less, what should I do?"

Glancing at Li Zhibang's tummy, he grinned: "Well, take your tummy back and make a difference."

He waved his hand, and two bandits rushed up, kicking Li Zhibang to the ground.

"Ah, what are you doing? Ah!!!"

A chilling scene appeared when the two bandits kicked him, lifted off his clothes, and then...opened his belly alive and dug out the intestines!

Li Zhibang was so painful that he shattered his heart, and the shouting became weaker and weaker with the passing of life.

Finally, his eyes were dull, staring at the sky without blinking, and his body lost his struggle.

The extremely **** scene deeply stimulated their nerves.

For the simple and easy villagers, the behavior of the bandits is almost devilish!

"Now the third one, who is Zhao Hanxiong?" said the dark middle-aged man.

With the lessons of the first two, the villagers in the back, no one dared to play tricks and pulled their children out.

"That's ridiculous!" The dark-skinned middle-aged man grinned and picked up the small book again: "The last one, Grandpa's Family, come out!"

In the crowd, the three cave masters stretched their old faces and stepped forward.

He Yu Guang stared at the blood and internal organs on the floor, as well as his two broken legs, he couldn't help trembling.

"You are the Three Cave Masters!" The dark middle-aged man groped his chin and looked at it: "Listening to the brothers, your granddaughter is a beautiful country, why don't you see anyone?"

Zhou Mengmeng can only be regarded as beautiful, but because the skin is fair and tender, unlike the ordinary mountain village girl, the contrast is particularly outstanding.

So dark, middle-aged, named Zhou Mengmeng.

San Cuye's heart sank, and there was a little uneasiness in his face.

"Why don't you speak?" The dark middle-aged man stepped forward and patted Sankuya's shoulders, a warm smile on his face.

But the villagers understood that it was a sign that the dark middle-aged man was about to kill!

Because of fear, the three cavemen's throat seemed to be blocked by something, his lips moved a few times, but he was speechless.

"Isn't your granddaughter gone?" Dark middle-aged said: "In this case, then I can only..."

The three cave masters were clever and said with a vibrato: "Grandchildren...granddaughter ran away!"

The villagers were tight-hearted, and when they were over, the Three Cave Masters would be brutally killed.

Who knows, the Three Cave Masters quickly said: "Wait! Although my granddaughter ran away...but... but there is still a strong man at home, you can take it away!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man opened the booklet, looked at it, and then looked at the Three Cave Masters, seemingly smiling: "On the household registration book, you have only one granddaughter, where is the strongest age?"

"He was the filial piety that I picked up." Three Cave Master said: "He is only about twenty, with sound limbs and clear mind."

"Not long ago, he suggested that I keep my backhand to run the road. You must be a good player when you take it back!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged man laughed in surprise: "Is it picked up? Then does he know that you are going to give him to us?"

Three Cave Master lowered his head and dared not answer this question.

"Come on! The merits are balanced." The dark middle-aged man let the three cave masters breathe a sigh of relief and could only say sorry to Xia Qingchen quietly in his heart.

Who knows, just after the three cavemen's heart was put down, they suddenly raised it: "However, your life is far greater than merit."

"I'm counting!" He pinched his fingers and said, "Too less work, um, probably you hand over your head again, it will almost completely cancel it out."

With that said, the two ferocious bandits behind him immediately stepped forward with their knives to cut off the heads of the three cave masters.

The latter was so scared that he stood there trembling, daring not to move.

"Slow down!" Zhou Liang said in a dazed voice.

The dark middle-aged eyes moved, causing the latter to tremble: "Which one are you from?"

Zhou Liang swallowed hard and moved out of his own way: "I am Zhou Liang, a villager of Shiyan Village, and the master is the first gentleman sword of Wudao County!"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, the dark middle-aged man had no expression, and the second half surprised him.

Can't help looking up and down at Zhou Liang: "You said, are you an apprentice of gentleman sword?"

Zhou Liang repeatedly said: "Exactly, a disciple who has been replaced!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged is unbelievable, the gentleman Jian actually accepts the villagers of this small village as disciples.

"Have a certificate?"

Zhou Liang hurriedly took out his "Wen Qi Essentials" and said, "This is from the master, and he has his autograph on it."

Is it really?

The dark middle-aged man opened it and found out that he really had the signature of the gentleman's sword, and it was authentic.

He could not help suspiciously.

Zhou Liang saw that the other party was afraid, so he became brave and said: "My master asked your leader for mercy and pardoned the granddaughter of the Three Caves. If you don't believe it, you can go back and ask."

Yep?

The dark middle-aged eyes showed a few strange colors, squinting and said: "This is the truth?"