time stop

Facing the sudden robbers, some teenagers stood there blankly, seeing that the people around them hurriedly packed up their things and fled for their lives.

Zhuang Xiaohe was one of the group of young people who were as immovable as wooden stakes. He looked like an outsider watching the heart-piercing shouts of the others, their running away in a panic, and the weird and excited expression of the robber holding the torch. , Everything flashed in front of him like a revolving lantern, and he suddenly thought: Is this the last thing I see in this world?

This cannot be blamed on him. In the first 14 years of Zhuang Xiaohe's life, the most serious crisis he faced was nothing more than his mother's feather duster. How could this feather duster be compared with a shining knife? , the latter is fatal!

Zhuang Xiaohe, who was shaking his head, was pulled hard by someone, and he looked at Uncle Mo who was pulling him in a bit of embarrassment.

At this moment, Uncle Mo focused all his attention on the robber who was about to come. He pushed Zhuang Xiaohe forward vigorously, and shouted at him: "Why are you standing there stupidly! Run!"

Zhuang Xiaohe was pushed and staggered, and he seemed to be able to react at this moment. He spread his legs and ran away with the big army in front. He didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back, but he vaguely felt that Uncle Mo was at the back of the palace.

How could the people who dragged their families and looked after their goods outrun the relaxed and ambitious robbers?

The bandits rushed up excitedly and surrounded the caravan. The scene was so chaotic that when Zhuang Xiaohe realized it, a big knife struck at the top of his head. He shrank his neck in fear and closed his eyes. He squinted his eyes, trying not to see the tragic sight of his head leaving his body.

The expected pain and death did not come, he opened his eyes cautiously, and saw a tall figure standing in front of him, it was Uncle Mo!

Uncle Mo drew out his long knife and resisted the robbers' slashing. He raised his foot and kicked hard, kicking the robber who only had a robbery heart but no good martial arts skills to the ground.

He tightly guarded Zhuang Xiaohe behind him, like a hen facing an eagle.

Zhuang Xiaohe hid behind Uncle Mo, revealing a frightened eye. He saw his father was brutally stabbed through the chest by the robber and fell to the ground.He saw Uncle Zhao, who had always been kind, tried to hide back, and he did not hesitate to push his brother under the knife. His brother's head was chopped off and fell on the sand, with a look of fear and disbelief on his face.

However, Uncle Zhao still couldn't escape the fate of death. He knelt in front of the robber, tears and snot mixed together, begging to be let go.The robbers in the desert can survive the jungle, and no one will feel soft because a person kneels at his feet and cries.The bandit and the others pointed at Uncle Zhao and laughed at him wantonly. Uncle Zhao didn't dare to resist at all, so he knelt down at the bandit's feet humbly and laughed along with them, a false and disgusting smile.

His head was cut off in the end, just like Zhuang Xiaohe's brother, Uncle Zhao's head rolled around on the ground, stained with sand, tears, nose, and sand mixed together, making people sick when they saw it. Zhuang Xiaohe's heart could not be called happy or sad, he watched the massacre with a little numbness.

Gradually, only he and Uncle Mo were left in the entire caravan.

The robbers didn't take Zhuang Xiaohe seriously at all, they surrounded them, some volunteered to deal with them, while others surrounded them and watched them enjoy the show, round after round. The wheel battle consumed Uncle Mo's physical strength.

Outnumbered, Uncle Mo, who was protecting him in front, groaned in pain. The robber's sharp knife sliced ​​across Uncle Mo's arm, and fresh blood flowed down Uncle Mo's hand onto his knife, and the blood moistened him. The palm of his hand made him feel a little hard to hold the knife in his hand.

But he swung the knife at the robber again. He couldn't put down the knife. He didn't put it down 13 years ago, and he couldn't put it down even more after 13 years.

Gradually, Uncle Mo's strength was a little weak. He could no longer protect Zhuang Xiaohe well behind him. He was no match for the robber. The robber stretched out his knife to Zhuang Xiaohe, but his knife couldn't stop him, so he used his own knife to stop him. He tried to block it with his body, but the knife cut on his body was excruciatingly painful, and he let out another muffled groan.

Back then, he didn't save a single person, but this time at least Zhuang Xiaohe must be saved!

Uncle Mo's blood splashed onto Zhuang Xiaohe's face. It was warm and had a strong smell of blood, and once again hit the boy's brain.

Zhuang Xiaohe suddenly picked up the knife of the robber killed by Uncle Mo from the ground. He didn't even know how to hold the knife and lift it, so he just slashed at the robber in front of him.

The robber didn't take Zhuang Xiaohe seriously. He teased Zhuang Xiaohe with a smile, not killing him or letting him hurt himself, and then kicked him from time to time, kicking Zhuang Xiaohe to the ground.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaohe being knocked to the ground, they burst into laughter.

Zhuang Xiaohe's eyes became more and more fierce, like a little wolf cub, he kept getting up, holding the knife.

The bleeding made Uncle Mo feel chills all over his body, and his eyes were a little blurred. He braced himself with a knife and tried his best not to let himself fall. Skinned and cramped.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaohe's stubborn appearance, he suddenly thought of himself 13 years ago, and wondered if he could live as he did back then this time.

Zhuang Xiaohe was so beaten that he couldn't stand up, and the bandits had had enough of playing, so they raised their knives and slashed at Zhuang Xiaohe.Zhuang Xiaohe closed his eyes, he was no longer afraid this time, but regretted not being able to avenge his father and brother.

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaohe's young life was about to die, Uncle Mo's eyes were tearing apart.

The young knight in the Jinsha Inn came out of nowhere, and his kung fu was much better than Uncle Mo's.Before Zhuang Xiaohe saw him draw his sword clearly, the robber in front of him fell to the ground with a line of blood on his neck.

The appearance of the knight irritated the robbers. They shouted "Wow", and raised their hands to meet the knight. The knight did not avoid it, and rushed into the group of robbers.

They fight together.

Suddenly, there was a howling of wolves, and the robbers all looked sideways. The wolves were running towards this place. At night, the green light in the wolves' eyes burned the hearts of everyone present.

The robbers no longer controlled Zhuang Xiaohe and the knight, and fled in all directions.

Seeing the wolves getting closer and closer to him, Zhuang Xiaohe and Uncle Mo couldn't run away, and the knight also got close to the two wounded in an attempt to protect them.

But the pack of wolves passed them directly, howling and chasing the robber.

Zhuang Xiaohe and his party looked at each other in blank dismay.

The wolves were biting the robber, the howling of the wolves and the screams of the robber sounded at the same time, Zhuang Xiaohe got goosebumps, but he was so happy in his heart, he began to believe that God sees everything in his eyes , there will always be retribution.

A camel bell rang, which was very faint in the howling of wolves, but everyone heard the crisp sound.

After what happened that night, everyone looked in the direction of the source of the sound vigilantly.

Gradually approaching, in the light of the fire, he saw a young man sitting on the back of a camel looking at them with a smile.

This is the greedy boy in the Jinsha Inn!

The knight did not relax because of this, he still held the knife, his muscles were tense, and he looked sharply at Yu Sheng to prevent any accidents.

Yu Sheng didn't mind either, he smiled and said hello: "Uncle Mo, long time no see, I'm late."

As soon as these words came out, both Zhuang Xiaohe and the knight were stunned. It seemed that the young man had some friendship with Uncle Mo.

Uncle Mo smiled rarely, and said kindly: "The young master is serious."

After listening to his words, Yu Sheng also smiled happily, his eyes squinted.

Yu Sheng patted the camel, and it knelt down. Yu Sheng got off the camel and walked towards the three of them.

He introduced to several others: "My name is Yu Sheng."

The knight inserted the sword back into the scabbard and said, "I'm going down to Lu Yuan."

Uncle Mo nodded towards the knight, and said: "My lord, Mo Feishang, thank you for your help. If there is a day in the future, I will definitely repay you a hundred times."

Lu Yuan said coldly: "No need."

The atmosphere became cold again for a while, Zhuang Xiaohe saw the general manager introduced everyone, and said, "I, my name is Zhuang Xiaohe."

Lu Yuan looked cold, but he had a good heart, and asked Uncle Mo, "I wonder what Senior Mo's plan is."

Before Uncle Mo opened his mouth, Yu Sheng hurriedly said, "Uncle Mo's injury is so serious, why don't you go back to my house to recuperate first, and when your body recovers, you can make plans for the future."

Uncle Mo nodded and said, "Alright, then I will trouble the young master."

Yu Sheng waved his hands in a good-tempered manner, and said, "No trouble, it just so happens that you and I haven't seen each other for a long time."

After hearing about their preparations, Lu Yuan said, "Since everyone has made arrangements, then I don't need to say more, so I will take my leave first."

Yu Sheng asked him: "Lu Shaoxia, where are you going? I am familiar with this desert, so I can show you the way."

Lu Yuan cupped his hands and said, "I was entrusted to go to Vulture's village to seek justice, but I just don't know where to go."

Yu Sheng smiled at him, pointed to the south, and said, "Go there, it takes about five days to get there."

"Thank you." Lu Yuan nodded to Yu Sheng, and said to the others, "Let me take my leave."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Lu Yuan rode his own horse towards the south.

Looking at Lu Yuan's back that was drifting away, Yu Sheng rolled over with a smile.

Uncle Mo looked at him helplessly. Thirteen years had passed, but he was still so weird and full of bad things.

Zhuang Xiaohe didn't have much identity at a young age, he had just been decided where he would stay for some time in the future, and now he saw that these two people were tacit, and he was kept in the dark.

He asked curiously, "What's so funny?"

For the rest of my life, I just laughed and said nothing.

Uncle Mo explained: "Going south for five days is the way out of the desert."

Zhuang Xiaohe asked puzzledly, "Is the vulture gang there?"

Uncle Mo said, "Not here."

After tonight's battle, Zhuang Xiaohe wasn't as afraid of Uncle Mo as he used to be, so he asked again, "Where is the vulture gang?"

Yu Sheng approached with a smile and said, "It's where we're going."

Zhuang Xiaohe was shocked: "You, you, you..."