big master, big liar

Fang Qiutang died.

The businessman who fell into the money trap and couldn't get it out, was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and couldn't spare his life, finally died in a grand firework.

Everyone in the barracks realized that Fang Qiutang's death had changed something.

He took away the last pillar of Nantu's spirit, the high priest, and at the same time let the fear brought about by that thunder and fire be deeply embedded in the minds and hearts of Nantu people until death.

"Mr. Fang's sacrifice was worth it," said a soldier. "He is a hero, I admire him."

There was sincere admiration on his face, but the next moment he received a vicious fist.

The soldier screamed, rolled on the ground, and got up to scold.

But I heard a blank voice: "He is not, he is not a hero."

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw a colorful figure with a pair of empty peach blossom eyes.

Fists landed on him one after another, but Ji Ni's voice was hollow and emotionless: "He's not dead."

"He's not a hero, he's not dead, he's not...he's not."

He repeated it again and again, and tears fell like raindrops, making his original face distorted and ugly, and it was no longer glamorous.

"Ji Ni!" A hand lifted him up from behind, Hua WuWu glared at him. "stop!"

The soldier's anger, which was soaring to the sky, also dissipated during this. He touched the tears falling on his face, stared blankly at the man in a state of embarrassment, and couldn't say a word.

The moment Ji Ni saw Hua Wuwu, he squeezed out an extremely ugly smile: "Xiangrong, he's not dead, he's not dead...he lied to me before, and it's the same this time."

"The person he couldn't spare his life, how could he just say he's gone?" Ji Ni hurriedly grabbed Hua Wuxian's hand. "It must be that he thought I was annoying, and ran away again, and deceived these people into believing...Xiang Rong...he didn't die, he really didn't die."

Hua Wuliang squatted down, and awkwardly wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Then why are you crying?"

Ji Ni was stunned, and the last gleam of light in his eyes disappeared, like a lifeless puppet.There were only tears left, like teardrops with broken threads, falling down in big ones.

Hua WuWen was right in front of him, wiping away his tears one by one.

She also wanted to believe that that person was not dead.

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Song Xuan sat in front of the desk, motionless, as silent as a sculpture, shocking.

Ji Yunqi walked in, saw the untouched water on his case, couldn't help frowning, opened his mouth to curse, but hesitated for a while, before saying: "You can eat as much as you want."

"I'm not hungry." Song Xuan said softly.

He was really not hungry, he knew his stomach was empty, he could even feel its twitching and hear its sound, but he didn't feel any desire to eat or drink.

He was very sober, even sober that he pulled away from the existing sadness, like a bystander, quietly watching his own pain, losing any emotions and desires.

He sat here quietly, just sitting, without any room to think about anything else.

He didn't want to think about how Fang Qiutang made fun of him here before, and was so ambitious to put him on the altar, and he didn't want to think about what happened now.

All he knew was that he would never see Fang Qiutang again.

"Song Xuan, be more sober." Ji Yunqi looked at Song Xuan who was sitting at the table, almost killing a fly between his eyebrows. "There are always people dying in wars, but this time it just happened to be him."

"Why is it just him?" Song Xuan asked back. "Why not me?"

He stared at the transparent space in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ji Yunqi, I'm the one covered in blood...Why him?"

"It doesn't make any sense," Ji Yunqi said. "Song Xuan, you only remember one thing, you can't let Fang Qiutang die in vain."

Song Xuan didn't speak.

Ji Yunqi's words didn't mean anything to him.

He is like a ignorant and fearless beast, walking all the way in the darkness, it seems that every time he takes a step forward, something will tear off his scales and take away his feathers, until he has nothing left, only then can he see the light of the stars .

But the things that were broken along the way can never be picked up again.

For the first time, Song Xuan felt that he was so afraid of the dark.

"Go out," Song Xuan's voice was very gentle. "I'm tired."

"Song Xuan!" Ji Yunqi was finally annoyed. "You can't—"

"I met him when I was 12 years old." Song Xuan said softly. "He taught me how to live."

He was alone at the age of 12 and living in the rivers and lakes. Didn't he really feel pain and fear?

It's just that at that time, there was always a person who treated him like a relative and friend, and kept holding his hand to move forward.

And now, that person is gone.

Ji Yunqi was at a loss for words for a moment, and was a little speechless.

"General," came a soft voice from outside the door. "Can the poor monk speak to the national teacher?"

Ji Yunqi looked outside the door, and he was standing there.

He frowned: "Master, or..."

Liao didn't wait for his answer, and walked up to Song Xuan step by step.

"The poor monk didn't come to persuade the national teacher."

Song Xuan lowered his eyes, as if there was no existence in front of him.

Liao signaled Ji Yunqi to go out.

Ji Yunqi hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the felt tent.

There are only these two people left in the account.

"Does the national teacher really not want to know the truth?"

Liao's eyes are pitch black, reminiscent of a long corridor that can't be seen, with endless coldness and unknown.

"Fang Qiutang...Ji Yunxi...Qing Kong...Nan Rongjun..." Liao whispered a few names. "Is the national teacher not interested?"

Song Xuan raised his head and met his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to tell you everything." With a gentle voice, he gently pressed Song Xuan's hand, and after a while, he suddenly smiled. "Unfortunately, you can't read my past directly."

Song Xuan was stunned.

"This kind of story, speaking of it, is really very, very long."

Liao showed a helpless expression.