big master, big liar

At the embassy in the middle of the night, Mr. Nan Rong was pressed to the ground in embarrassment.

It was Ji Yunxi who sat on top.

Seeing that Dayao was in chaos, they planned to escape late at night, but they were still caught by the guards outside.

Nan Rongjun looked Ji Yunxi up and down, and suddenly frowned slightly, with a bit of surprise on his face: "You..."

"I remembered?"

He is a caster, so he can naturally see Ji Yunxi's state.

Ji Yunxi looked at him indifferently: "Are you surprised?"

Nan Rongjun's gaze hesitated, but Princess Yinghuo on the other side exclaimed carelessly: "This is impossible!"

The high priest's control over people's consciousness is not a secret, at least in the Nantu royal family, and no one has ever been able to escape his control.

"Nothing is impossible," Nanrong Jun's eyes flashed a slight clarity. "It's Song Xuan."

"I still underestimated him."

He more or less guessed that Song Xuan's ability was related to memory, but he didn't expect to be able to break his own control.

His eyes were not as relaxed as before, but became more serious.

In fact, it was he who overestimated Song Xuan. Song Xuan was able to retrieve Ji Yunxi's memory, firstly because Ji Yunxi's sealed memory was related to Song Xuan, and secondly because Ji Yunxi's own will was amazing.

It was only when Song Xuan's memories flowed back that he broke through the shackles left by Mr. Nan Rong.

It's just such a thing, how could Ji Yunxi explain it to him, instead she propped her chin, tilted her head to look at him, and smiled like a spring flower: "Now that I have time, I should settle the score with the high priest."

Yingzhuo also saw the malice in his smile, and immediately tensed up, bluffing: "You can't attack us, unless you want to—"

"War?" Ji Yunxi laughed. "Isn't that just right?"

"Blood streams, corpses piled into mountains, I have never seen such a scene, but I am a little curious." Ji Yunxi's expression was not faked at all, as if he really felt meaningless and leisurely for the scene he described.

Yinghuo was taken aback.

Nan Rongjun pursed his lips tightly.

"It may be useful for you to tell others," Ji Yunxi chuckled. "For me... what does life and death have to do with me?"

He didn't even use the title of emperor, which probably means that he has no self-awareness about his identity.

Nan Rongjun suddenly realized that this young and extreme emperor could indeed do such a thing.

He is not afraid of war, death, pain, and loss.

Yes, in Avici Hell, naturally there is nothing to be afraid of.

As bright as his smile is, so is his malice toward the world. Nan Rongjun originally chose to release the monster in his heart because of this.

But when Nan Rongjun faced the monster himself, he really felt the fear.

They could really die here.

When it comes to death, everyone is the same, and no one takes it lightly.

"What about the national teacher?" Nan Rongjun suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw. "Does the national teacher not care?"

Ji Yunxi's smile faded: "The high priest is very smart."

Nanrong Jun knew that he had found the right one: "Does Your Majesty want to disappoint the National Teacher?"

"Of course I can't let him down," Ji Yunxi said slowly. "So, I have to save your life."

Before Nan Rongjun and Yinghuo could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard Ji Yunxi's malicious and gentle voice.

"I should save your breath, the great priest is in my hands, so I wouldn't be presumptuous when I think about coming to Nantu?" Ji Yunxi seemed to be asking the people around him.

But the person closest to him was a young man wearing a red monk robe.

Jueyuan showed a pure smile and nodded silently.

"Then... cut off his limbs and put them in a jar?" Ji Yunxi asked him with beautiful eyes. "I haven't seen this kind of person before, you can show me."

Jueyuan silently took out the knife and walked forward step by step.

The night outside is so quiet, as if there is not a single wave of waves.

It was the first time Nan Rongjun felt such fear.

"Wait," Ji Yunxi suddenly stopped.

Even Nan Rongjun himself didn't realize that there was a moment of hope in his eyes.

"Pug out his eyes first," Ji Yunxi said with a smile.

"I'm a narrow-minded person, and I'm sure I'll get revenge." Ji Yunxi said to him. "Since you want to take away my most important thing, you will naturally have to repay it with your important thing."

Nan Rongjun and several guards could not move, Jue Yuan stepped forward step by step.

The guards seemed to have been reminded that they were unwilling to meet Mr. Nan Rong's eyes, but Jue Yuan, with dark eyes, was looking at him gently.

A strange look appeared in Nan Rongjun's eyes, and he whispered, "Stop."

Jue Yuan's footsteps paused, but did not stop.

Nanrong Jun showed a surprised expression.

Ji Yunxi laughed, "Sure enough."

If he guessed correctly, Mr. Nanrong's ability to control should be related to his own will, otherwise he would not need to resort to poppy wine when controlling him.

If he couldn't control Ji Yunxi for a while, then it would only be more difficult for him to control Jueyuan.

Because Jue Yuan's heart was already empty.

Apart from the hatred of the world and the desire for bloody killings, there is probably only a momentary memory left to support his human skin.

But even the person who created the memory has died.

Such a person has no weaknesses.

That's why Ji Yunxi kept him by his side without any scruples, because he knew that this was no longer a living person.

To Ji Yunxi, a monster or a walking dead is far more trustworthy than a person.

Jueyuan's knife pierced Nan Rongjun's eye socket.

Blood dripped down, and Princess Yinghuo screamed with endless fear.

In an instant, the wind was strong, and the candle lights in the room were extinguished one after another.

In the darkness, Zhu Yang protected Ji Yunxi and shouted loudly: "Escort—"

A black shadow stirred up confusion among many guards.

Wait for the candle to light up again.

The place where Nan Rongjun himself was originally was empty, except for a puddle of blood.

The knife in Jue Yuan's hand also disappeared, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.

Princess Yinghuo was still where she was, but she laughed softly.

"Cang Ye... is General Cang Ye."

Ji Yunxi looked at her quietly, with a calm expression: "You have been left behind."

But she laughed presumptuously: "So what? Nantu can live without a princess, but he can't live without a high priest."

Ji Yunxi raised his hand: "Decree that the capital is under martial law, let them go door to door to find them."

"You can't find it." Yingzhuo sneered. "With General Cangye around, don't even think about touching the High Priest."

"You are a devil... I will not give you a chance to torture me." As she spoke, blood slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Three years, five years, ten years... No matter how long it takes, I will wait. With General Cangye and the High Priest, Nantu will avenge me sooner or later."

Yingzhuo's eyes were fierce, and blood gushed from her mouth and nose little by little, destroying her delicate and beautiful face: "I'm here waiting for them."

Ji Yunxi looked at her and smiled with great interest: "Okay."

"I'll send them to accompany you."

Many years later, when people looked into the origin of the war between Nantu and Dayao, they mostly deduced it to this inexplicable night.

That night, Princess Nantu died of illness, and the high priest returned home in a hurry. He met a bandit on his way, and was wounded by the exile, hurting his left eye.

Many storytellers have fabricated bizarre stories and eclectic plots, which are always far from the truth, but they can attract a lot of guests and cheers.

But whether it is beauty, curse, real hatred, or blood, they are all covered up in the vast night, and dispersed with the evening wind, no one knows about it anymore.