There is a kind of person who is born pessimistic, and there is a kind of person who is born to see hope.                                                                                                                 

During the Soviet Defense War, a small life was born on the battlefield of gunfire and smoke, waiting for a new round of remaining soldiers who died, built a swaddle cloth with bayonets and blood-stained military uniforms, watching the crying little life, and in despair, they named the baby hope!

Life is hope. Without the continuation of life, all hope is a silhouette.

Zhao Ying made Long Xiaoqi desperate, but when the third month arrived, he gave him an irresistible hope. Long Xiaoqi was cultivated by her, and she understood this little gangster better than anyone else. She was not anxious or impatient, because she knew that when despair and hope collided hard on Long Xiaoqi, her man would settle down!

This is Zhao Ying's method. She can't do much for Long Xiaoqi, and this will be the legendary turning point she created for Long Xiaoqi!

"I'm a dad! Hahaha..." Long Xiaoqi kicked open the door like a madman and shouted at the other party: "I'm a dad, hahahaha... Long Xiaoliu, are you convinced? Are you convinced? Hahahaha..."

The young man was stunned for a moment. Before he could come to his senses, Long Xiaoqi ran out again. He hugged and kissed every Gurkha man hard. Even the Gurkha women did not let go, and kissed them wildly on the other person's face, regardless of whether they were kissing or not, nor did the woman's men stared at him with a knife.

"Fuck!" Long Xiaoqi stood with his waist, stood at the entrance of the village and raised his crotch and urinated hard, screaming: "Who is hunched? I'm soaking, I'm pressing Chang Chang every night. I'm going to be underneath, and I have to give birth to a baby for me! Who doesn't agree? Who doesn't agree? I'm not sleeping with women, I'm sleeping with General Chang He, it's so exciting! You, you, are you, are you convinced? Do you agree? Damn, see if you look like you are rusty, you have to accept it, hahaha... Wait... I'm not happy to be a father, right? What should I do if I'm happy?"

Suddenly thinking of this question, Long Xiaoqi's face tightened and hurriedly ran back to his room, his eyes wide open, staring at Zhao Ying.

"Wife, I'm not Xi to be a father, right?" Long Xiaoqi made the ultimate question.

The smile on Zhao Ying's face froze. She waved to Long Xiaoqi and signaled the other party to get closer.

Long Xiaoqi looked worried, clenched his fists nervously, and walked over slowly step by step. He was afraid that Zhao Ying would say he was happy to be a father, and he was afraid...

"Bang!"

Zhao Ying's fist hit his nose hard, and immediately beat Long Xiaoqi, a slutty guy, to the face full of peach blossoms, and lay heavily on the ground and slapped for a long time.

"Oh, why are you hitting someone? I can only settle it, but I can't change someone." Long Xiaoqi covered his nose and got up and smiled, "Yinger, I'm just kidding you, is that? Hehehe...my kiss baby Xiaoyinger, hehehe..."

Xiaoyinger, Zhao Ying was so numb that she almost vomited out her body. She held the wine pot and took a sip of the white wine, reached out to point at the door and gestured with her lips: Get out.

Long Xiaoqi was so smart that he immediately lay on the ground and rolled out, and ran to the iron with a smile.

He came back, and the inglorious bastard Long Xiaoqi came back after immersing himself for more than a month. When he became a little gangster again, everything came back. He began to hit the iron block, and at this time he could clearly feel that every hammer was tempering himself, allowing himself to settle, fade away, remove the dew, remove impurities, and erase impetuousness.

Hope, this is hope. If he dies, Zhao Ying will die, and the children in his belly will die. So he can only live, as long as he lives, everyone will live. As for death? No one can let me die. I came to this world just to enjoy the joy of living! Death? Go, my uncle, can such a shameless bastard die? A joke!

"Clink!Clink!Clink!..."

Long Xiaoqi kept waving the hammer, and he didn't need to think. Everything was so natural and natural. When another month passed, his eyes showed an unprecedented light that was condensed but not dissipated, and scattered but not chaotic. At this time, everyone knew that he had matured and truly matured, and settled down from impetuousness, as stable as Mount Tai.

Everything is for hope, that's all!

When the last day of three months is about to pass, and when the first ray of dawn drives away the darkness, Long Xiaoqi raises the magnificent and long whistle in his hand.

This is a scimitar that he casts himself. It is a scimitar that seems to be without a sharp edge. It is twice as heavy as normal, but from the outside, it is no different from other scimitars. This is his tempering, more than all the Gurkha warriors.

"Hey, old man, use your knife to fight with mine." Long Xiaoqi shouted at the old man who had a scimitar full of blood.

Many Gurkhas surrounded him and spoke.

"Are he crazy? He actually wants to compete with the Death Sword?"

"Although his sword looks very powerful, it is completely incomparable to the Death Sword."

"Yes, the Death Sword is the most powerful sword in our Gurkha. It is said that hundreds of people have been killed."

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The knife used by the old man to peel potato skin was made into the Death Sword. He has never been damaged for many years in war. When the scimitar drank enough blood, it was even more murderous. This kind of knife was definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary knife. This is a symbol of invincibility, a symbol of killing and killing, and is born with a mysterious and inexplicable color. Just as an ordinary knife looks far weaker than a killing sword, if it touches each other, it is usually a normal knife that breaks.

This is unexplainable, and no one can explain it clearly. If one has to be explained, it may be an invisible murderous aura.

The old man slowly stood up, pulled out his scimitar, and slashed at Long Xiaoqi.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It seemed unhappy to use the knife to tear the air away immediately, giving people a feeling of howling ghosts and wolves. It had long appeared as a dark blade, but at this time it actually gave people a dark purple charming feeling, with awesome momentum.

Facing the Death Sword, Long Xiaoqi lifted his sword with his backhand and crashed into the other party's sword. Without any hesitation, he was full of strong confidence.
Chapter completed!