Pioneer Knight

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In the morning light of the golden warm sun, the tall and majestic central castle crawled on the ground like a monster.

The shadow of the castle enveloped most of the buildings, and the darkness and coldness were twined around every early riser like twin brothers.

In a humble corner of a castle, a stable with a simple style and a seemingly very durable stable stands here.

The hardwood frame gives it the capital to block wind and rain, and the thick straw and mud allow it to block any bad weather.

A strong, middle-aged man standing quietly beside the stable.

The lower body is pure white tight breeches, tightly bound in dark brown riding boots. The wide belt of black python skin outlines the strong muscles of the chest. The short horsetail was simply tied behind his head, revealing a steady and serious face.

It's a pity that an abrupt scar of valgus has ruined this fantasy face. The scar, like the graffiti of a baby, randomly made a curved and somewhat distorted, impressive impression on this face. Just like a centipede, it is still a painfully struggling centipede.

Whenever he had no expression on his face, this scar would be like the most cruel whip, hitting anyone who met his eyes.

The middle-aged man stood so quietly, so suffocating, as if to freeze the air.

Slightly tilted his head, the middle-aged man's eyes converged on the junction of sunlight and shadow, squinted with poor eyesight, estimated the time at this time, his calm expression twisted like a volcano about to erupt stand up.

After waiting patiently for a while, the man's chest gradually rose and fell, and he was angry.

Facial muscles, like hardworking workers, drove the centipede-like scars, revealing a trace of brutality and tyranny.

The heavy breathing sounds seemed to be covered with magma, which could burn anyone who disobeyed him to pieces.

Taking a deep breath, the low-hearted roar of the middle-aged man swept through every corner of this quiet and peaceful castle like a storm.

"Shus! You **** slug! If you can't appear in front of me within ten digits, I will definitely pull your intestines out!!"

"one two Three..."

The anger in the man's voice was like a bomb about to explode. The countdown, which is the same as the countdown, is accompanied by unabashed determination. If Hughes cannot appear within the prescribed time, he will really pull out his intestines.

Just counted to four, a young guy ran out of the castle like a rabbit.

The breath was uneven and there was a slight gasp, but the young man still stood straight in front of the middle-aged man like a javelin.

The middle-aged man looked at the other person with an ugly face, and his low and cold eyes cut like a knife on the other person.

He suddenly took a step forward, the body's center of gravity fell slightly, and his right fist was as hard as a hammer on the young man's abdomen!

"Boom!!"

The young man's body immediately showed an exaggerated radian. He felt that his intestines and stomach pouches had been slammed with iron bars, and it hurt his throat, as if he wanted to vomit the food that had not been digested last night.

"If you dare to vomit like a woman, I will double today's training course!"

The anger in the voice of the middle-aged man, like a soldering iron, came up mercilessly in the pitiful self-esteem of the youth.

The young man's raised eyes gasped for a few breaths and finally suppressed the severe pain and vomiting.

Standing straight again, the young man looked straight ahead as if nothing had happened.

"Tell me, do soldiers accept being late?!!!"

The low growl ripped through the air, and the middle-aged man bit his alveolar groove, almost squeezed out of his teeth.

Hughes still looked ahead, and also answered the other party with a nearly roaring voice: "Warriors do not accept being late!!!"

The middle-aged man's eyes moved, and he roared back again: "What are you saying? I can't hear it!!!"

"Warrior does not accept being late!!!"

Hughes almost exhausted all his energy to scream out this sentence, and he could even feel the tingling of the air rubbing against the throat.

This time the middle-aged man did not roar back again, but just fixed his eyes on Hughes, and said after a while: "Not next time, even if you are my son, I will not allow you to be late again, do you understand?"

Hughes was expressionless, his face muscles were stiff like stones, and his voice echoed without fluctuation: "Yes! Sir!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be accustomed to the silent confrontation of the other party, his eyes slightly wrinkled, and the voice was also low to give the task today.

"Hundreds of hacks, I want to see a hundred enemies fall under your sword!"

The servants quickly placed the wooden man used for training, and stood quietly while watching Xiusi started training.

Reaching out, a heavy and sharp sword came to Hughes.

Gently rubbing the anti-slip lines at the hilt, the cold and rough touch made Hughes's eyes gradually cooler.

Exhaling a breath, Hughes clasped his hands tightly on the hilt, his feet pressed against the ground, and his figure flew out.

"Are you a woman? Why is the soft hand-up style? I want to see flesh flying, I want to see the enemy's head, I want..."

A middle-aged man is like turning on a mocking mode, mercilessly, and can even be said to demand any action of Hughes harshly. Because he knows better than anyone, in the real killing field, a little mistake, what he needs to pay is not a cheap apology, but his own life.

The enemies will not be merciful because of your youth and ignorance. They like this kind of rookie who is a little capable but can't really play it.

Accustomed to his father's sarcasm, Hughes only carried out his movements with a blank expression, and his body and arms were extremely coordinated to draw an arched arc, driving an unprecedented momentum, and severely cut the wooden man into Two cuts.

"Click!"

The cut surface is smooth and tidy, proving that Hughes' power and control have reached a certain critical point.

Even with the gaze and request of middle-aged man Kirk, he had to show a slight smile.

"Very good, you finally have the look of a man."

When Hughes heard his father's praise, he was startled, and his stiff facial muscles moved.

"Continue! If you can't reach the full force of a hundred enemies, then you will clean the manure in the stable today."

Perhaps not very comfortable with this atmosphere of filial piety between father and son, the middle-aged man tightened his face again, growled and ordered.

When Hughes heard the cleaning of the stables, his unsteady eyes shrank, his momentum suddenly rose, and even Mars appeared in his eyes! !

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