big master, big liar

Time passed slowly, as if only a quarter of an hour had passed, and it seemed as if a long, long time had passed.

Mr. Nan Rong is very patient, as if he can stay here until the end of time.

Fang Qiutang wanted to laugh.

"If, I mean if." He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, his mind was clear and calm.

"If you offered me such a condition two months earlier, I might agree."

"Or, before the war started, you said that you wanted me to be the king, and I probably came to take office with my own burden."

Nanrong Jun's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of persecution: "Is there any difference now?"

Fang Qiutang laughed: "Have you seen gamblers? Those gamblers in Sifang City."

"Even if they have an extra copper coin in their hands, they will gamble with it. Even if they gamble to the point of bankruptcy, sell their children and sell their daughters, or gamble their own lives, they will not give up."

"Do you know why?"

Nan Rongjun didn't understand what he meant.

"Because they have paid too much, and they can no longer turn back. In order not to let what they lost have no return, they can only go on in a dark way, or they will come back, or they will lose everything."

The corners of Fang Qiutang's mouth curled up slightly, with a smile visible to the naked eye.

Nan Rongjun seemed to understand what he meant.

"You, me, Song Xuan, Ji Yunxi, Dayao, and Nantu are all just gamblers at this table." Fang Qiutang sighed softly, as if mocking himself.

Nan Rongjun's voice and expression finally showed a wave of fluctuation: "You change your bet now, there is still time."

"It's too late," Fang Qiutang shook the picture. "From the moment the war started, it was too late."

"My friends, my sweetheart, my fellow countrymen, my comrades in arms, everyone I knew, were constantly being sacrificed in the center of the storm, life, soul - and from that moment on, no one could stand out gone."

"On this gambling table, money is never a bargaining chip, but life and soul are."

"Even if I know there is no winner, I can't be alone."

Nanrong Jun stared at him, hesitated for a long time, then stood up.

"You're right." Nan Rongjun said. "we are the same."

For Yixue's humiliation many years ago, for the hatred of the common people, for not bowing his head to Dayao, and for his ambition to become rich all over the world and strive for hegemony.

They set off this gamble.

"I understand what you mean, but..." Nanrong Jun stood up. "This is not a negotiation."

He motioned for the person outside to come in.

"I know," Fang Qiutang laughed softly, "but you made two mistakes."

"First, you shouldn't use this knot." Fang Qiutang pulled out his hand from behind, and at the same time pulled out his belt. "The old Jianghu would not tie such a knot, because it is easy to tie."

Nan Rongjun frowned, and motioned for everyone to go up and restrain Fang Qiutang.

"You guys better not come here," Fang Qiutang held his belt, smiling with a hint of unscrupulous vigor. "Thunderstorm from the sky, do you want to try?"

Nanrong Jun was taken aback, and quickly stopped everyone.

"Second mistake, you shouldn't think that I can only prepare gunpowder in advance to create thunder."

"Technology is always changing."

Fang Qiutang's belt is made of jade, which is very in line with Fang's boss's spending money like water, and it is easy for people to overlook the things hidden in this belt.

Originally, when this thing was researched, it was supposed to be given to the dead, but now, by accident, and before it could be planned in the future, this task fell on me first.

"Still can't escape." Fang Qiutang sighed. "I really got that old monk right. I don't have much luck for the protagonist, and I'm still destined to die early."

Nan Rongjun didn't understand what he was talking about.

But this didn't hinder him, he had already seen Fang Qiutang's intentions.

Fang Qiutang smiled, touched the mechanism in the middle of the jade belt, pressed it down, and pulled it away forcefully.

Waiting for the loud noise and power that swept over, tore everything apart.

He grabbed Nan Rongjun's arm.

"Sorry, High Priest."

He whispered, "I want them to win."

These are the last words he left.

He didn't know whether he was going home or dying.

All he knew was that it was time to leave.

He thought of the blue bricks and white tiles of Sifang City many years ago, Song Xuan and Ji Ni many years ago.At that time, he only thought about living a bright life, but never thought about dying like this.

But he didn't regret it.

His lover, his friend, they paid everything for it.

He wants them to win.

He couldn't help but want to laugh at himself, but he finally let go.

He is obviously just a spectator, but for some reason he is too involved in the drama.

I can't tell the difference between the stage and the off stage, and I can't remember Zhuang Sheng's butterfly. In the end, I only have a romantic night, but I sing the joys and sorrows of life and death until I grow old.

Why bother to distinguish?

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In the grassland in the distance, there was a huge cracking sound suddenly.

It's like a stone breaking the sky, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains.

Song Xuan raised his head in disbelief, facing the billowing smoke and dust, red flames soaring into the sky.

The horse neighed, knocking Ji Ni off the horse.

Ji Ni fell off the horse's back and rolled on the snow, struggling for some reason, but couldn't get up again.

All he could see was the snow under him melting drop by drop.

"Young Master...Qiutang...Fang Qiutang!" He murmured the man's name, as if he had fallen into a demon.

An inexplicable severe pain, in a certain part of his body, swept through every inch of his body, making him curl up trembling and unable to get up.

His gorgeous clothes fell on the snow, and he didn't move any more.

The slight trembling seemed to be the struggle of wings.

Like a beautiful butterfly in spring, it finally died in the pale snow in winter.

Maybe I still harbor the dream of the dark fragrance and sparse shadows, and I don't want to wake up for a long time.