big master, big liar

"Mr. Song, is this from the recommendation pillow seat?"

Nan Rongjun had a slight narrow smile in his eyes, and flicked the knuckles of his index finger on the knife, Song Xuan took advantage of the momentum to draw back the knife, took two steps back, his eyes were cautious, but he said: "It's rude to bother you late at night. In the future, I will come to the door to apologize."

As he spoke, he feigned a bit, as if he wanted to leave.

But he didn't want that Mr. Nanrong learned the martial arts from somewhere, his steps were very strange, he was not confused by Song Xuan's offensive at all, and forced Song Xuan to be blocked in Babu's bed.

How could Song Xuan retreat? Relying on his own skill, he began to compete with Nan Rongjun.

It's just that the more they fight, the more frightened they become. Although Mr. Nan Rong has a feminine appearance, he is indeed very skilled. Song Xuan's kung fu in the world is not enough for him.

Especially in the square inch of space inside the Babu bed, Song Xuan held a sharp weapon, but he couldn't gain the upper hand, instead he was grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the wall.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Song Xuan laughed and said, "Young master Nan is very skilled, he was just picking up an ax after work."

Nan Rongjun stared at him and laughed: "Mr. Song's mouth is really talking about people, talking nonsense."

"Those who run the rivers and lakes, there is always a price in the eyes of this idea." Song Xuan responded with his mouth, and his eyes were empty.

Nan Rongjun is pressing his wrist, the skin is in contact with him, it should be able to retrieve the memory.

However, at this moment, Song Xuan seemed to have lost this ability all of a sudden, without any awareness of it.

"Mr. Song," Nan Rongjun's light-colored eyeballs flashed an arrogant joke, as if a cat was playing with a mouse. "Why, you don't want to tell my fortune now?"

Song Xuan stared at him, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

"I don't want to," Nanrong Jun moved closer to him, and looked at him with indescribable bewilderment. "still can not?"

Those light-colored eyes looked brighter and weirder at night, and when they looked deeper, it seemed that something was changing inside, almost absorbing people into it.

Song Xuan was in a trance for a moment, as if something stung his mind, and then he woke up instantly.

He suddenly had a vague consciousness, as if he was being attacked by some invisible thing, and under unconscious conditions, he blocked the attack.

Song Xuan's eyes widened: "You..."

"Finally found out," Nan Rongjun let go of one hand, gently stroking his chin. "I'm the same kind of person as you are."

"I didn't expect to meet you here, it's also a kind of good luck." Nanrong Jun smiled softly. "How about it, do you want to come with me?"

Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Come with you?"

"People like Mr. Song, who let you live in the countryside, are really overqualified." Nan Rongjun's eyes were indescribably bewitching. "As long as you are willing to come with me, no matter what you want, I can satisfy you."

Song Xuan calmed down from the initial shock, his eyes became more and more calm: "Who are you?"

"If you followed me, you will know." Nanrong Jun said slowly, "I really can't figure out why Ji Hui let you wander around like this. It seems that he really doesn't have the heart to be the emperor."

Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Do you know Ji Hui?"

Nan Rongjun looked lazy: "You have asked too much, Mr. Song, now you just need to nod and agree, and then be my man."

Song Xuan was silent for a moment, his eyes seemed to be wandering: "I..."

"kindness?"

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan raised his knee quickly and bumped hard, Nan Rongjun immediately dodged away.Song Xuan withdrew the bed curtain vigorously, and covered it with his head towards Nanrong Jun.

The overwhelming thick curtain covered Mr. Nan Rong upright, and when he broke free from the cloth, Song Xuan had already escaped from the window.

Coincidentally, a tall man walked into the door at this time, and he wanted to chase him out when he saw this situation.

However, Nanrong Jun pulled the bed curtain aside and stopped him: "Cang Ye."

The man's movements stopped.

"Where is the girl who fought against you?" Nan Rongjun asked.

"Didn't catch up, the terrain here is too complicated." The man named Cangye shook his head.

Mr. Nanrong knew that he was not lying. The terrain of Sifang City was indeed complex, intertwined with alleys and canals, mixed with water and land, complex and exquisite buildings, dense crowds, the girl might disappear if she turned a corner.

"Then you can't catch up with this one either," Nanrong Jun leaned on the bed slowly, thoughtful. "Beauty is always hard to find."

Cangye has always been silent and does not take his words.

"How does that girl's martial arts compare with yours?" Nan Rongjun asked.

Cangye pondered for a moment, then replied, "It's not the same."

In fact, Cangye discovered during the fight that the girl was born with infinite strength, and ordinary men were no match at all, even warriors, there were few who could match her.

When Nanrong Jun heard this, he was slightly taken aback, his frivolity disappeared, and he settled down: "I sent a message during the day to ask them to investigate, but what did they find out?"

Cang Ye took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over: "This is news from Sifang City, Shengjing will take some time."

Nanrong Jun took the letter and opened it to read in twos and twos, but his expression became more serious.

"Song Xuan..." Nanrong Jun chanted the name, tapped his forehead with his index finger, and finally sank down his face. "This Sifang City can no longer be kept."

When Cangye first heard the news, he inevitably asked, "What?"

"I thought it was a wild cat, but I didn't expect it to be a domesticated tiger." Nanrong Jun laughed softly. "I said, why did Ji Hui let him out? It turned out that he was reserved for another person to prepare."

Cangye was taken aback for a moment, vaguely understood, and nodded.

"Arrange someone to pack up, and we'll leave tonight." Nan Rongjun casually put the letter paper on the candle flame and burned it clean. "It's a pity, I thought it was a piece of jade in the rough, but who knows, someone else took it first."

Song Xuan's ability was originally a gift from God, and his temperament and appearance were just right for him. Mr. Nanrong really felt sorry for him from the bottom of his heart.

Cangye hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you really want to take him back, I can..."

"No need," Nan Rongjun raised his chin, his glass-like eyeballs were shining brightly, with an indescribable color: "That one is coming soon, if you really want to match him, it will be a big trouble. I'm afraid it's not worth it to put you in danger."

"It's better to go back earlier," Nanrong Jun said in a low voice, opening the window and looking towards the south. "It's also time to get ready."