The Most Powerful Young Man

At the foot of Tianlong Mountain, there are two villages connected together. One is called Shangli Village and the other is called Xia Li Village. In fact, Shangli Village and Xia Li Village were originally the same village called Lijiacun. Only a few decades ago, there were two brothers. There was a contradiction, and the two brothers had a certain prestige in the village. After that, one village became two villages, and the two brothers naturally did not communicate with each other.

After the two brothers died, the two villages also began to communicate, but since the villages have been separated, no one is still thinking about bringing the villages together again. Therefore, Shangli Village and Xiali Village It lasted for decades, and it has been until now.

In the last month, some bandits suddenly appeared near Tianlong Mountain. It is said that the small group of people were originally wanted criminals who ran in from outside. In order to avoid the police, they came to Tianlong Mountain to hide. When you get up, this is enough for those villagers. You must know that the villages here are relatively backward and have basic communication facilities. Therefore, people outside do not know what happened under Tianlong Mountain.

In fact, some villagers wanted to go out before and brought this news out. Unfortunately, before they left the village, they were arrested and came back. It was another fat beating.

During this month, the villagers at the foot of Tianlong Mountain were all worried.

"Hey, there is a fairy on the mountain, why didn't the fairy come down to rescue us?" A man in a gray gown looked at the messy house and sighed. Originally, there were freshly picked fruits in the garden at home. , But now they have all been wiped out, he sighed with a freshly rolled dry cigarette in his hand.

"Yes, all gods are farting!" A woman beside the man gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

Then, she said a lot of curses against the gods.

Among them, there was a little girl who seemed to be only five or six years old. She stretched out her hand to pull the woman, and said with a trembling voice: "Mom, gods can't scold me. Besides, he might not know what happened here. Things."

"Hmph, aren't all gods with great magical powers? Are they not knowing everything? How can they still not know! He just apologizes for our trust!" The woman continued to curse.

An old man passing by their house heard the curse and walked in. After a glance, he sighed, "Shanwazi, are those bandits coming to your house again?"

"Yes!" The man smoking the dry cigarette sighed and said, "Hey, it's really **** mildew."

The old man sighed, looked at the woman again, snorted coldly, and said, "Santa, take care of your daughter-in-law, huh, the bandits don’t dare to scold them when they are not here, but they want to scold other gods, let’s go, no matter what they are. It’s not a god, why did people help you? What did you give them? Don’t say anything about how much you believe in other gods. If you really believe in gods, how can you talk about it here?"

Shan Wazi was a little embarrassed, and glanced at his wife, and said, "Don't scold me."

Shanwazi's words are almost like stabbing a hornet's nest.

The woman screamed, her voice sharp enough to pierce her eardrums: "Don't scold anymore? Why can't I scold? I'm not dead. Whom I scold has nothing to do with you! Isn't it the **** stick on the mountain who cured you? He has kindness to you, but no kindness to me. You don't want to scold him, why don't you scold me?"

"Pop!" Shan Wazi slapped his wife's face with a slap, and one of his faces rose green, "Who told you to talk to the village chief like this? Get out of here!"

The woman had tears in her eyes, and she couldn't believe she looked at her man.

The old man walked into the room, rubbed the little girl’s hair, looked at the woman again, and said, “What you said earlier is not right. That old **** is not only kind to our family, but also to your family. You forgot, when you were eighteen years old, your father was almost killed by a wolf when he went up the mountain. Who saved him? Oh, you didn't go up the mountain at the time, but I went with your father and saved his man , I still clearly remember his looks."

The woman stunned, staring at the village chief, then shook her head again: "Impossible, impossible, my father told me at the time that the one who saved him was an eleven or twelve-year-old kid. "

"Yes, it's the kid." The old man gave a wry smile and sighed, "You don't understand..."

After speaking, he turned around, crouched, and walked forward.

Shanwazi seemed to understand something, so he picked up the child and quickly followed.

"Old village chief, what do you mean is that the old fairy with white hair on the mountain now is the child of the year? That's impossible! How many years have passed since then!" Shan Wazi said in disbelief.

"For us, it is indeed impossible, but for the gods, what is impossible? We saw him back then and thought that he was a child, but who knows how old he was at that time? "The old village chief said with a serious face.

Shan Wazi nodded emphatically, and said, "It turns out that this is the case, but how did you know the old village chief?"

"I was very impressed with that incident back then, and I still remember it still fresh when I think about it. Some time ago, the old **** helped me treat the illness again. I saw his face. In fact, that face looked only twenty years old. Around age, I just don’t know why it became like this, but I can guarantee that they are definitely alone!” The old village chief’s tone was very determined.

Shanwazi didn't say much anymore.

The old village chief has always been highly respected in the village. If you say something, most people don't dare to question it. Moreover, Shan Wazi thinks what the old village chief said is very reasonable. It may be a little difficult to understand these things separately. But for the gods, what else is impossible?

At this moment, another shout came from the entrance of the village.

"The bandits are coming, the bandits are coming!"

The villagers who were still active in the village heard these words and hurried back to their homes and closed the wooden door, although they also understood that such a stick is nothing but a virtual appearance to the bandits. At least, it can give the villagers a piece of spiritual comfort.

This is a sense of security.

"Old village chief, the bandits are here, go back quickly!" Shan Wazi said anxiously.

"Well, you take the child home first!" The old village chief gritted his teeth and nodded his head.

Shanwazi hugged the child and hurried to the house. At this time, a mountain bike had already drove into the village, and the distance from the old village chief was getting closer and closer.

"Old village chief, you'd better come to my house first!" Shan Wazi, who had already ran to the door of the house, turned his face to the village chief and said.

The village chief’s home is still some distance away, and now it’s impossible to run home.

The old village chief shook his head at Shanwazi, saying that he didn't need to.

At this time, the door behind Shan Wazi had already been opened, and one hand grabbed Shan Wazi's arm and pulled him in.

It's his wife.

"I said you are a silly man, don't you want to die? Now the catastrophe is imminent. He, the village chief, is still worth a few dollars. Besides, you are a mud bodhisattva. You can't protect yourself by crossing the river. You still go to greet others. ?" The woman was eager to lie on the man's neck and bite.

Shanwa scolded angrily: "What are you talking nonsense? Don't talk about the old village chief like that!"

The woman clenched the door with both hands, and shouted at Shanwazi: "I don't care, anyway, I won't open the door for you!"

"You, you bastard!" Shan Wazi couldn't do anything about his own wife.

Outside, the mountain bike had stopped, and five mature men jumped out of the car. Three of them were holding guns and two were holding machetes.

"Old thing, if you don't run yet, are you not afraid of death?" One of the men is a cyclops with a hat on his head, which seems to be imitating the Pirates of the Caribbean.

"You bastards, our village has almost been robbed by you, what else are you doing?" The old village chief picked up a branch from the ground and gritted his teeth.

"Haha! Haha, old stuff, do you want to scare someone with a branch?" The one-eyed dragon laughed, "What, do you want to fight us?"

The old village chief gritted his teeth: "You might not dare!"

"Huh, I'm so bold." Without using the Cyclops to make a shot himself, a man behind him had already walked a few steps forward, and then kicked out a sharp kick, which directly hit the old village chief’s stomach. After rolling two laps, he fell to the ground, panting for a long time and couldn't get up.

"The village chief!" Many people screamed, they really didn't expect that those people would actually do something to an old man, it was a **** to the extreme!

But think about it carefully, those people are just like beasts. As far as beasts are concerned, what else can they do?

The one-eyed dragon walked up to the old village chief, squatted down, and said coldly, "In fact, you were wrong before. Although your village is very poor, I haven't robbed it. For example, don't you still have women here?"

The old village chief was originally calm, even if he was kicked, he didn't feel much fear, but after hearing what the Cyclops said, he finally couldn't continue to calm down.

"Asshole, asshole! What do you want to do!" The old village chief's eyes were cracked.

"A few of our brothers, who have been holding back these days, can't we find a few women to play with? Otherwise, how boring we are as the emperor of the earth?" The one-eyed dragon laughed loudly.

Then, the one-eyed dragon stood up and waved his big hand: "Brothers, catch people!"

The remaining four men laughed loudly and rushed towards several rooms.

All of them were ecstatically excited, and these few days have really suffocated them.

Suddenly, screams came from several rooms one after another.

The old village chief stretched out his hand to grab the calf of the cyclops, but was kicked out by the cyclops. This time the old village head didn't hold it, he began to vomit blood and his face gradually paled.

The door of Shanwazi's house was also kicked open by a bald head.