big master, big liar

"You son of a bitch, a shitty Tuguo dog, if you dare to catch your grandpa and me, you don't want to live—"

As soon as Nan Rongjun lifted the curtain, he heard such endless scolding, and couldn't help chuckling: "They don't understand Dayao's language, so don't waste your efforts."

Fang Qiutang was tied to the ground by Wuhuada, and kicked his legs angrily: "You dog thief, I'm the one who scolded you!"

"Why is Boss Fang so vulgar?" Nan Rongjun squatted down with a half-smile.

He was still wearing a noble and gorgeous purple robe for priests, with a face like a woman's, except that he wore an eyepatch decorated with gemstones on one eye, which was obviously a gift from Ji Yunxi last time.

Behind him followed a tall, silent and serious man.

If it is someone who has been on the battlefield, he will definitely recognize it. It is Nantu's famous general Cangye.

It's hard to imagine that he will be like a guard, obedient and obedient, protecting Mr. Nanrong every step of the way.

As soon as Fang Qiutang saw Nan Rongjun's face, he immediately closed his eyes. He didn't even look at him, but closed his eyes and scolded: "Your Nantugou's education level is too poor. I'm taking care of your intelligence. It’s so polite, I’m afraid you won’t be able to understand it.”

Nanrong Jun pulled a chair and sat on the side, with a half-smile: "Then scold me a few words, let me increase my knowledge."

He was not affected at all, but Fang Qiutang lost interest. He turned over with difficulty, facing the outside, as if he was too lazy to talk to them: "I'm too lazy to talk to Cyclops."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"You want to kill me?" Fang Qiutang sneered. "You arrested me just to kill me?"

"no?"

"You don't want those firecracker ammunition anymore?" Fang Qiutang pointed her butt at them. "I don't want to know what happened to Song Xuan's thunder and fire from the sky that night?"

"That's not real Leihuo." Nan Rongjun said firmly.

"All you have to do is believe it," Fang Qiutang responded to him in a mean tone. "Who cares if it's real Leihuo, it's you fools who lied."

Nanrong Jun looked at the man who was tightly bound on the ground, his face was not angry at all, his eyes like glass, on the contrary, there was some faint interest.

"Boss Fang, you are a businessman." Nan Rongjun smiled softly. "We Ming people don't speak dark words. If you are a friend of our Nantu people, Nantu will not treat you badly. But it is definitely not a comfortable thing to be our Nantu's enemy."

"You only have a few lines." Fang Qiutang muttered a few words, sat up, raised her eyebrows: "You just want gunpowder, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then think about it."

Cang Ye frowned.

Nan Rongjun calmly motioned him to step back, leaving only the two of them in the tent: "Can I ask Boss Fang why?"

Such an environment seems to be more trustworthy.

"Shouldn't you be a loyal and pure minister? Perhaps, you are not even a courtier. In Dayao, a businessman is not a glamorous role, is it?" Nanrong Jun analyzed slowly, "You may be rich in the world, but Are you not reconciled to being constrained by many constraints?"

"Go on." Fang Qiutang didn't laugh at him this time, but motioned him to continue talking.

The corner of Nan Rongjun's mouth twitched: "Be honest with yourself. You are born to pursue fame and fortune. What kind of difference does it make for such a person? The only thing is the profit."

"In Dayao, you were just a wealthy businessman all your life, but in Nantu, you can stand higher."

Fang Qiutang sneered: "Aren't you a group of dancing masters in power?"

"Only the high priest is the chosen one," Nan Rongjun said. "The twelve subordinate priests are all a matter of my words."

"A word from you?"

"Yes, Cangye is my man, and he will not oppose me. If you are happy to be the king in name only, then it is up to you."

Fang Qiutang was tongue-tied.

Although he knew that the monarch of Nantu was not very valuable, he never thought that he would so easily promise the position of monarch of the next country.

This temptation is too great.

"You really have lost your money." Fang Qiutang murmured softly.

Nan Rongjun's voice bewitched: "You are only valuable to us if you are alive. Everything about you can bring changes to Nantu. If Nantu gets this world, your name will always be remembered by future generations."

"That's true immortality, isn't it?"

Fang Qiutang laughed suddenly: "I thought Song Xuan was making alarmist remarks, but now it seems that he underestimated you."

"High Priest, even if you don't have those eyes, you can still charm people." Fang Qiutang opened his eyes, looked at Mr. Nanrong, and admired softly, "It's so beautiful."

Nan Rongjun watched him quietly: "Really? This is the first time I've heard someone say that."

Fang Qiutang smiled for a while, looked away, and asked softly: "I still want to ask, what if I don't agree?"

Nan Rongjun said: "We will try our best to get you to agree. It's just that...you may be wronged."

As he said that, a person walked in from the door, holding a strangely shaped knife in his hand.

Nan Rongjun said: "This is the torturer of the temple."

"His knife can cut off the thinnest flesh of a person, and can also penetrate into the deepest part of a person." Nan Rongjun said with a smile. "The method of making people feel miserable is not unique to you Dayao."

Seeing the strange shape of his knife, Fang Qiutang suddenly thought of the deep scar on Song Xuan's arm, which seemed to be hooked in by something, and then protruded from the flesh.

He knew how the injury came about.

Fang Qiutang laughed softly: "Song Xuan... that kid is really lucky."

Nan Rongjun said: "They wanted to plant the worms in it, but... Guoshi Song is really smart, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to catch him again."

His expression was calm, and he even had a malicious chuckle, as if he was reminiscing about the thrills of that night.

"Is this what your temple does?" Fang Qiutang smiled.

"All those in power are the same, whether in the name of God or not." Nanrong Jun laughed. "I won't hate you for taking my eyes away, and I won't blame our tiny malice if I want to come to the state teacher."

"If I don't agree, you will ask him to give me a knife, and then put your bugs in?" Fang Qiutang stared at him.

"Maybe there are other things." Nanrong Jun laughed. "Of course, I hope my eyes will work for you, it's the best for both of us."

Fang Qiutang closed her eyes: "Let me think about it."