Seeing the blood under David squirting wildly, Long Xiaoqi couldn't bear it anymore. This was probably the cruelest criminal law, which made a man lose his life. After the root was blocked by his own life, the root was allowed to spray blood outwards until the blood was dry.

"He once scolded me and fuck your mother." The young man said lightly: "In fact, he has been fucking his mother all the time. This is a mess with no ethics."

Long Xiaoqi blinked, reached out to take the knife in the young man's hand, stabbed David hard into it, and then pulled it out by rotating the blade.

"Woo!!!"

Davis' eyes were about to pop out, and he made a sound of pain in his mouth, biting hard, killing his life. The blood flowed from the root.

"Hehehe...it's about to fuck you." Long Xiaoqi pointed at the bloody point, turned behind David and stabbed into the other party's anus.

"laugh!"

The sharp saber penetrated into the roots, and the Gurkha soldiers around him suddenly showed bad expressions. They all felt like they were tightening their anus, and they could even clearly feel the severe pain of the blade passing by.

The young man just glanced at Long Xiaoqi and continued to walk towards the village.

Davis kept twisting his body and making painful sounds. He probably didn't know that he would die in this way. Maybe he was still missing his mother. If he could speak now, he would definitely cry out for regret. Why should he chase Long Xiaoqi? If he didn't chase Long Xiaoqi, he wouldn't meet the young man, and if he didn't meet the young man, he wouldn't die here in this way.

When you walked into the village, what was reflected in front of Long Xiaoqi were many burning red stoves, as well as many half-aged children, and even children, where they were smacking irons with bare bare rods. Some had already made shapes, while others just used hammers to smash the unformed steel for tempering.

"The children here have to learn to build when they are five years old, and when they are twelve years old, they have to use their own creation to hunt wild animals." The young man briefly introduced: "Many of them fight for swords throughout their lives. Every Gurkha warrior will carry his own sword at any time. When they are eighteen, they must use the scimitar they have made to cut off the buffalo's head. If they cannot be completed, they will be left in the tribe to engage in other work and not be regarded as men. Those who have completed will have to go out and go out for a series of matters such as recruitment here. The knife is part of their life. Do you see that old man peeling potato skins with a knife?"

Looking in the direction of the guy's finger, what Long Xiaoqi saw was an old man holding a handful of dark skins sitting there, peeling potato skins, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He could clearly smell the bloody smell from the dark scimitar. By the color, he could tell that it was a saber full of blood. There was even a label of honor given by the British royal on the hilt. This was an extremely sharp scattered saber, heavy and simple, drinking blood, but... peeling potato skins? Use such a knife to peel potato skins?

"Click!"

Before Long Xiaoqi could react, the old man had quickly cut the potato skin and began to chop the firewood with the scimitar in his hand. With a light wave, the sharp blade immediately chopped the wood in half. The old man had no expression of distress, as if the knife was born to cut the potato skin and chop firewood.

Scimitars are part of their lives. When the outside world is extremely densely spread by Nepal sabers, the Gurkhas use this saber that shines in modern war history to do such things. This is the real life. The Gurkhas gave their own scimitar life, and the scimitars gave the Gurkhas the bravery and legends.

"This is Gurkha." said the young man.

People around them saw the little brothers showing simple and kind smiles, and the same was true for treating Long Xiaoqi, a stranger. Like many people in Nepal, they face their friends with friendly faces, even if they are all decisive players on the battlefield. Perhaps it is because of Nepal's land that can purify the soul, and probably only this land can make people settle down.

"Brother, where is the big brother?" Long Xiaoqi asked.

"Brother is punished by God." The young man replied.

"What?!" Long Xiaoqi shouted with wide eyes: "Why did he be captured by God? Why didn't you take him seriously??"

The last sentence was almost roared. Long Da was captured by the gods, but the young man was still here, and he told him plainly that Gurkha people were Gurkha's sword.

"Brother doesn't want you to come, but you're here after all." The young man faced Long Xiaoqi calmly and said, "If you come, stay here for a while, learn to cast swords from the Gurkha people..."

"I'm going to make a fuck!" Long Xiaoqi grabbed the brother's collar and shouted: "Brother has been taken away, why are you still staying here? Where is he? I'm going to find the brother! His eyes are blind, he is completely disabled. He... how are you doing things? I'll ask you, Long Xiaoliu, answer me!!!"

The eldest brother was captured and the young man was still here. How could Long Xiaoqi not be angry?

"Casting a knife, precipitation." The young man stared at Long Xiaoqi's eyes and said, "Brother, there will be no problem. If you can't cast your own knife in three months, I will die, and my brother will die."

"What's the matter with me? Death? Give me an explanation!" Long Xiaoqi gritted his teeth.

The young man stared at Long Xiaoqi for a long time, reached out and knocked him down the hand that was holding his clothes, turned his head and walked into a wooden house.

"Explanation to me! Long Xiaoliu, give me an explanation!!!" Long Xiaoqi refused to give in, his fists clattering.

"Brother thought I was the best assassin, but you were." The young man sat upright on the chair and said to Long Xiaoqi: "There is no unnecessary explanation. You will meet the elder brother after three months of casting a knife. In these three months, all you have to do is to completely settle down. If you can't settle down, we will all die."

"Talk, what I want is an explanation, do you understand?" Long Xiaoqi pointed at the young man's nose and shouted: "If you don't give me an explanation today, if you don't give my elder brother..."

Suddenly, the young man jumped up from the chair, and his right fist seemed like a meteor hit Long Xiaoqi's face.

"Bang!"

The sound of his fists colliding with his cheeks came out, and Long Xiaoqisu felt that he had stopped thinking instantly. Everything in front of him was white, and his brain turned into a mess. His legs became weak and he collapsed heavily on the ground.

"From now on, as long as you don't listen to what I say, I will beat you; as long as you dare to talk back to me, I will beat you." The young man glanced at Long Xiaoqi who was whipped into a ball and said coldly: "I am your brother, and I will beat you."
Chapter completed!