Master of the rivers and lakes

Chapter 481 I Have a Little Black Donkey
At this time, the surroundings of the man in black were very quiet, and he could not hear anything.

If you must say that you can hear something, there is only the cold wind whistling like ghosts.

Under such weather, I don't know what time it is.

Thick dark clouds piled up in the sky, so thick and black, like piles of black cotton with ink splashed on them.

Heaped on people's heads, the pressure is suffocating.

There is not a single house near here, and there is not even a little smoke in sight.

In fact, it was quite normal. There were only simple houses for woodcutters to rest temporarily on Heizhao Mountain.

But at this moment, no one will be inside.

I don't know how long it took.

All I could see was the snow that was still below the knees of the man in black, but now it had covered his knees.

In the distance, I don't know if it is on this road, nor do I know which direction it should be, east, west, north, south.

To be exact, it was to the left of the man in black.

In the distance to the left of the man in black, a small black spot appeared and moved slowly on the snow.

When this little black dot appeared, the man in black, who had not moved all this time, actually moved.

His eyes widened slightly, shooting out two rays of light brighter than electricity and colder than snow.

The face that was originally pale due to the wind and snow gradually turned bloody.

And his right hand also began to gradually move up, approaching the waist, approaching the hilt of the famous sword.

Slowly, the shadow was getting closer and closer.

If you look closely, it's a little donkey that looks like it's been splashed with ink.

It turned out to be just a little black donkey, nobody.

No, there is a person, a white shadow.

He should be called, the man in white.

Not only was this white-clothed man covered in snow-white clothes, but even his face was so white that there was no blood in it.

His white clothes were not ordinary clothes, but a snow-white fox fur.

Compared with the man in black, he couldn't be said to have enough clothes.

But he still looks very cold, making people feel that he seems to be much thinner than the man in black.

Nothing else, just because he is too weak.

Anyone who looked at him would feel that way.

He is very thin, thinner than the man in black, but like the man in black, he is also thin and naked.

If you want to compare him with the man in black, the man in black is like a big tree enclosed, and he is just a twig that bends when the wind blows.

Under such a description, what comes to mind should be a handsome sick man.

Kidney deficiency... No, someone like Mr. Kongkong.

But in fact, his face is really hard to say a word of praise.

It's not ugly, it's just that the combination of facial features makes people feel awkward.

A pair of slender and long eyebrows that almost slanted to the sideburns, matched with small eyes of the same shape.

That nose is straighter than the nose of the man in black. The nose of the man in black is strong and strong, and his nose is a bit funny.

That mouth, the mouth of the man in black is square and tightly closed;
His lips were thin, tighter than that of the man in black, and they were so white that there was no trace of blood. There was a piece of black beard root on his lip, and there was also a piece on his chin.

Although his appearance was a bit unacceptable, the clothes of the man in white were actually very elegant and elegant.

Under normal circumstances, the man in white should have had a good life.

However, at this time, the man in white was sickly, and looked down and out.

The little black donkey, with bursts of heat coming out of its nostrils and mouth, carried the guest in white to the man in black, and was about to pass by the man in black.

Seeing that, he was about to pass by the man in black.

Suddenly, the right hand of the man in black, which had already grasped the hilt of his sword, moved slightly.

Just moved slightly.

If you don't look carefully, you may think that nothing happened.

However, at this moment, a sad donkey brayed across the silent sky.

Moreover, at this moment, the place where the little black donkey was was covered with blood, and some blood was splashed far away.

On the snow, it looks more and more red, bright red.

I saw the little black donkey's four legs, each of which was broken at the knee.

The four broken legs fell beside the little black donkey, not very far away.

The little black donkey fell down on the snow, trembling and screaming on the blood-stained snow.

The guest in white fell from the donkey on the snowy ground. He fell a little farther, and there was no blood on his body.

His expression was a little dazed, obviously not understanding what happened.

It looked as if the donkey's four legs had been chopped off by some extremely sharp weapon.

But the man in black only has a famous sword inlaid with gems, and nothing else.

And the famous sword of the man in black didn't seem to have left his waist at all just now.

Looking at it now, the famous sword is still inserted in the wide belt, not even a bit of blood.

No one would believe that the four legs of the little black donkey were cut off by that famous sword.

No one would believe that the four legs of the little black donkey were not severed by the famous sword.

In a word, no one is sure whether the four legs of the little black donkey were cut off by the famous sword.

The guest in white sat in the snow, supported his body with his hands behind his back, and looked at the man in black with a look of surprise on his face.

He only heard him say: "Your Excellency, what does this mean?"

Anyone could hear the panic in the tone of the guest in white.

There was no expression on the face of the man in black, it was only filled with blood, and the sharpness in his eyes was even brighter.

After the man in white finished speaking, he just pointed at the coffin beside him with his left hand and said coldly: "Did you see it? What is this?"

The guest in white turned his absent-minded eyes to the coffin, and said with some uncertainty: "It should be... a coffin..."

The man in black hummed: "Stand up, show off your sharp weapon, use what you have learned all your life, and give me a try.

You won, and it was me lying in the coffin, so you buried me under this big tree;
I won. It is you lying in this coffin. I will bury you under this big tree. "

The guest in white opened his eyes even wider, and said nervously: "This...why is this? Have I ever carried a weapon on me?"

The man in black said: "You don't have a weapon, right? That's fine. I'll fight you bare-handed and fight to the death. Stand up."

The guest in white looked deeply at the man in black, and said: "Your Excellency, I rode a donkey and walked well, let alone the prisoner, I didn't even look at him.

Your Excellency first injured my mount, and then forced me to go all out, what exactly does this mean? "

The man in black said coldly, "Don't you understand?"

The guest in white said: "Your Excellency, if I want to understand, will I still ask you?"

The man in black nodded coldly, fixed his eyes on the face of the guest in white, and said sharply: "Now, don't you recognize me?"

The guest in white shook his head and said, "I've never met before, and I'm very strange."

The man in black took a deep breath and said, "My surname is Zhou..."

"week?"

The guest in white tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "In my memory, there are many friends surnamed Zhou, but none of them are like your Excellency..."

(End of this chapter)