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One hundred and seventy puppets

Thinking of the sharp claws that had just been touched by his back, Zhou Xiaomo was soaked with sweat all over his body. He did not expect that the foreign objects of the Tang Dynasty, which had been legendary for a long time in modern society, actually existed.

This is so terrible. There is indeed such a cruel foreign object in the world. What makes Zhou Xiaomo even more frightened is that the people who raise this kind of monster are not legends, but also real existences.

The existence of this person will definitely make the world tremble.

The unconcealed voice of the man in black just now reached Zhou Xiaomo's ears, and his heart trembled.

It turned out to be him!

After the rushing moment just now, Zhou Xiaomo could clearly feel that the dark horse's degree was gradually slowing down.

Zhou Xiaomo's heart began to shrink. He buried his head in the black horse's floating horse's hair. The horse's hair was soaked and the black horse's blood was about to dry out.

The dark horse seemed to feel the sorrow of Zhou Xiaomo for it. It raised its head and made a "同" cry, gathered all its strength, rushed forward, it smelled the breath of the mountains and the sweetness of the flowing water in the mountain stream.

People and horses compare to gentlemen!

If a person understands a horse, a horse will definitely sacrifice his life to understand a person.

White foam had already floated out of the mouth of the big black horse, and it was touching the horse's hair with the wind. It knew that he was sad and regretting it.

Therefore, it gathers the remaining energy and carries it for the last journey.

Its blood had dried up, leaving only the last of its sweat.

When we rushed out of the wild sorghum field, five or six hundred meters ahead, there was a slanted cliff. There were sounds of water at the bottom of the cliff. The faint mist I saw just now at the other end of the sorghum field must be the water vapor floating above the canyon.

Behind him, there was a "crackling" sound of wild sorghum being trampled by many horse hooves. Then, a horse rushed out of the sorghum field first. One person immediately reached out and took off the strong bow on his back. Just wait a little closer, he could hit the man and horse in front with one blow.

One, two... a total of twenty-one horses rushed out of the sorghum field.

There were also several fast horses who stumbled forward along the edge of the cliff, trying to hold the dark horse rushing towards the cliff. The horseman also picked up a strong bow and could shoot one person and one horse into a hornet's nest at any time.

At this time, Zhou Xiaomo had no scruples anymore.

If Tiexu and the others do not die, they should be saved now. At this time, Maizi should have predicted the crisis and be careful.

His mission has been completed, and he would rather fall into the cliff with the dark horse than be driven back to the terrible woods.

He could only do this. As for what happens to his parents and Maizi in the future, he is powerless.

At this moment, Maizi's pure face appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, a light broke through his desperate world.

The sound of the shaking of the bow string behind him had not disappeared. An iron arrow shot from the corner pierced through Zhou Xiaomo's left thigh, and the loud shout of a man in black making him turn back came from his ear.

Then, an arrow was nailed to the neck of the big dark horse.

A few bloody flowers could burst out from the neck of the big dark horse. As the dark horse jumped in the air, after a moment of pause, he took Zhou Xiaomo to the bottom of the cliff together.

Zhou Xiaomo lowered his head, said softly, and kissed the horse's hair.

The dark horse whistled to the sky, and its voice was filled with reluctance.

Zhou Xiaomo was in mid-air, opened his mouth and bit a strand of horse's mane. He released the reins with his right hand and waved his knife to cut off the horse's mane. Tears had already slipped down. He turned his hand and clamped Tang Dao's back under his armpits, stretched out his hand to press his abdomen. In an instant, under the sunlight on the cliff, only the lonely body of the dark horse was left, falling vertically to the bottom of the cliff.

The programs in [Kung Fu Superstar Pavilion] are still exciting.

After a period of rest, Yingying walked onto the martial arts novel stage with radiance, and thunderous applause suddenly erupted from the audience.

Just now, when Meng Lintie went out to "convenience", he gave a wink to the headmaster Zhang and his son. Zhang's second son Zhang pretended to be convenient and followed him out.

After a while, Zhang Ye brought several constables upstairs and came to congratulate Zhou Jiye.

After the ceremony, Zhou Jiye invited Mr. Zhang Ye and Mr. Zhang to sit down and have tea. Mr. Zhang bent down and said, "It's better to obey your orders than respect." Then he sat next to the old couple Zhou Jiye and began to talk about family matters for nothing. Several constables stood beside Zhou Jiye and his wife and the second son, pressed their hands on their waists, and each one was erecting their big belly and curling their lips, looking like an awesome old man was a constable.

Only by doing this can the bandits and thieves stay away from them. Only in this way can they avoid fighting against the unlucky, hateful and cruel bandits.

Maizi sat next to the railing, pretending to be attracted by the performance of the shadows downstairs. In fact, he was observing quietly, and the movements of the strangers with white and red sweat towels on their arms.

Shortly after Mr. Zhang took the constables upstairs, Chief Zhang left alone, untied his mount, and rushed towards the county government.

After another stick of incense, Maizi saw a stranger wearing a red and white sweat scarf walking into the [Kung Fu Superstar Pavilion], pretended to applaud, and left. Then, several other strangers wearing a red and white sweat scarf also left one after another.

When Jinyu carried the boiling water upstairs again, the wheat appeared, and the red and white sweat towel on Jinyu's wrist was gone.

Another ominous premonition arose from the bottom of Maizi's heart.

The masked man in black came to the edge of the cliff, got off his horse and walked to the place where Zhou Xiaomo jumped off the cliff and looked at the bottom of the cliff.

The man in black stood by the cliff and said to the people around him: "You go down and check, is Zhou Xiaomo dead?"

"yes!"

Several men in black bent down and replied.

"I don't think it's meaningless to go down!" A buzzing voice, a burly masked man stood on the edge of the cliff, leaning forward, looking at the river tumbling at the bottom of the cliff, scaring him so much that he quickly retracted, ignoring the ridicule of his companions beside him, and said casually, "No one or beast will have no chance of survival if he falls from such a high cliff."

After he said this, the masked men who were about to get on the horse and went down the mountain to find the body stopped and looked at the head together.

There seemed to be a cool air on the masked man's neckline, which scared the burly masked man's legs trembled secretly.

"Second, how many days has the Kuoji been out of food?" said the masked man.

The man in black holding a Tang sword bowed and said, "Kuji hasn't eaten for three days, so that they can eat Zhou Xiaomo raw today. Who knew that this kid was cheaper and made him fall off the cliff."

It turns out that the masked man holding a Tang sword is called Lao Er, and he has been listening to the sound for a long time.

"Oh!" The masked man tied the horse on his back, gave a wink at the second child, and then said to the burly man in black, "Dou Si, take a few people down and see, you have to see people alive and die."

"Yes, yes, Nian Master!" Dou Si was very happy and agreed repeatedly, quickly bent down to salute the leader. He really didn't expect that he would be led by the leader.

Dou Si was about to straighten his waist, but suddenly he felt his arms tightening and he was being held from behind, like an iron hoop, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.

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