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The window was supported, and the rain flowed down the window to form a small waterfall. Fang Jie sat on the chair and looked at the gray sky outside, swallowing and spitting smoke like a monster sucking the essence of heaven and earth. His eyes were narrowed, as if he wanted to see something clearly through the rain curtain.

There were dozens of warriors wearing iron armor standing outside the wooden house, and raindrops hit the iron armor and the sabers making a dripping sound. These soldiers stood outside like nails, allowing the rain to wash away their armor. But no matter how heavy the rain was, they could not rinse away their bloody smell.

Fang Jie can see without careful observation that each of these dozens of soldiers has at least ten lives.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a momentum.

Although the wooden house is simple, it is not small, with tables, chairs, beds and even bookshelf. There is no book on the bookshelf, but there is a pot of wild flowers. The bright yellow flowers bloom proudly. Although they are very small and not fragrant, they are the most dazzling color in the room.

In fact, this cannot be regarded as an ornamental flower at all, it is just a dandelion.

After the yellow flowers wither, the furry balls will gradually emerge. Perhaps on a windy day, the seeds will float out of the house and fall into unknown places. When the spring comes to warm up, a few green seedlings will stubbornly emerge from the soil.

Spring is born and autumn is flying, and it repeats itself. It is like a person's ambition, one after another, one after another.

The door creaked and was pushed open from outside, and the wind swept the rain into the room, which was already cold, instantly lowered a lot.

The person who came in closed the door, took off his straw raincoat and hung it at the door.

Fang Jie looked up at the man, and his eyes did not stop too much. He seemed to have guessed that this man would come, so he was not surprised at all.

"I have something I don't understand, so I want to ask you."

The person who came in was Luo Xiaotu, who was known as the little butcher.

"I can't say what you asked."

"You know what I'm going to ask?"

"I don't know, but I don't plan to say anything you ask."

Fang Jie's answer was very annoying, but Luo Xiaotu was not a person with feelings. Without feelings, he would naturally not be angry. In his life, he seemed to have only a straight line, and he would never be beaten around the bush.

“I don’t really like talking to people.”

Luo Xiaotu looked at Fang Jie and said seriously: "Because I know another way to get information."

Fang Jie looked at him and picked the corner of his mouth: "I would say this a few years ago when I was a 14 or 15-year-old child. At that time, when I was killing a horse thief in Fangu City, I would always catch one and ask where the horse thief is hiding. When the other party refused to say it, I would be the same as you now. If you say such a very pretending word, the other party would be timid."

Luo Xiaotu nodded and stopped talking.

The two of them sat silently, not even their eyes were intertwined.

"I'll have someone bring the food here later."

A long time later, Luo Xiaotu stood up and went to the door to put on the straw raincoat: "Many people have said that you are a rare smart person. I don't know where to divide intelligence and stupidity, but since others say this, it's not wrong to come, so you should understand that I will not talk to you for the second time."

Fang Jie made a gesture of invitation: "The wine should be hot, no food, let's have a large plate of dumplings."

Luo Xiaotu was slightly stunned, then walked out.

Fang Jie couldn't help but shake his head and smile when he looked at his back, muttering to the point of "The Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man Slaughtering Little Man

The conversation between him and Luo Xiaotu was extremely simple, but he was not disappointed at all. He knew that Luo Xiaotu would definitely come, and knew that Luo Xiaotu was going to do, and even more, that Luo Xiaotu was waiting for him to beg him, but Fang Jie knew what he should do and would never follow the path set by others.

Half an hour later, they were pushed away from outside again. The person who came in was still Luo Xiaotu, and Fang Jie was still not surprised. Luo Xiaotu was holding a large tray in his hand, which contained a pot of wine, a plate of cooked beef, and a large plate of dumplings, which were still steaming.

He put the umbrella aside and slowly walked to Fang Jie to put down the tray.

"What you want."

He said.

Fang Jie was not polite, so he sat up straight, picked up chopsticks, picked up a dumpling, stuffed it into his mouth, and the thick aroma of meat immediately came into his mouth, and even got into his mind. After taking a bite, the fresh juice could be sprayed out, and the dumpling wrap was of excellent level, Fang Jie couldn't help but exclaim.

Drink wine and eat dumplings.

Fang Jie didn't raise his head.

"tasty?"

Luo Xiaotu couldn't help asking when he saw how sweet he had eaten.

Fang Jie pointed to the dumplings with chopsticks: "You can't taste it yourself?"

"I just think you eat very delicious food. I can't taste good or not. I haven't distinguished the taste since I have memories, so eating has never been a pleasure for me. You can enjoy the delicious food, I just want to fill my stomach."

Luo Xiaotu replied lightly.

Fang Jie nodded and ignored Luo Xiaotu's words.

"You have decided that I will come back, and I will let you go?"

Luo Xiaotu asked.

When he asked this, he finally felt a little emotional in his tone, some complexity, some unwillingness, some disappointment, and some disgust.

"You dare not kill me in the camp, and you feel that I am really sorry for yourself if you don't kill me, so you will definitely let me go. Are there any other choices?"

Fang Jie looked up at him and asked again, "Of course."

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...

"It smells so good!"

Fang Jie ate all the full plate of dumplings, not even the hypocritical politeness. The dumplings are indeed very fragrant, and Fang Jie doesn’t seem to worry about the poison in the dumplings. This is the most comfortable meal he has eaten in these days and the fullest meal he has eaten. Fang Jie has a habit of eating without eating too much. The more full a person eats, the more lazy he becomes, the more relaxed he is.

"You said you don't have any smell in your mouth?"

Fang answered the question.

Luo Xiaotu nodded.

Fang Jie sighed and said, "That's a pity. There are actually not many things that men in this world can enjoy. Delicious, fine wine, beauty... you have lost one-third of your enjoyment and one-third of your fun. But this also makes me understand why everyone says that Luo Xiaotu is a person without feelings. It turns out that it is because you can't taste it."

These two things sounded unrelated, but they were justified.

Luo Xiaotu did not deny it either.

“It’s not just that I don’t have taste, I don’t have touch.”

Luo Xiaotu said in a plain tone: "I can't tell the taste of food on the tip of my tongue when I eat. I hold a woman and can't notice the feeling of flesh on my fingers. So I think this world is boring, and the only thing that can interest me may be left with my heart. I am a living and boring person, so there is no need to retain any feelings."

He picked up the wine pot and poured himself a glass, and drank it: "They said the wine is spicy, but I can't understand what spicy tastes."

"Understood."

Fang Jie nodded: "So your only happiness is the little satisfaction left in your heart."

"It's a pity that I haven't found something that really satisfy me in the past twenty years."

Luo Xiaotu shook his head.

"Do you think you can hide it from Luo Yao?"

Fang answered the question.

Luo Xiaotu glanced at him, then turned his eyes out the window: "I'm not sure... I only know that you are a crucial person to the general, otherwise he wouldn't even be angry when you killed Wen Xiaodao. I firmly believe that even if Luo Wen killed Wen Xiaodao, the general would not be so indifferent. And I happened to hear a rumor that someone said that Luo Wen was not the general's flesh and blood... It would be not difficult to infer other things if you knew this."

"Wen Xiaodao is important, but it is far less important than his own son. You won't deny me, because I really can't think of other possibilities. Only in this way can the general be explained clearly by being so magnanimous and even indulging in you. You are the general's son, and the general doesn't deal with you because he wants to keep you inherit his things."

"Am I thinking wrong?"

He asked.

Fang Jie shook his head: "It's basically right."

"Um"

Luo Xiaotu said huh: "I can also think that what I guess should not be wrong. Luo Wen killed Zhan Yao and tried to seize power to control Yongzhou. The general returned this time and looked murderous intent in his eyes, so Luo Wen will definitely die. Since Luo Wen is going to die, then you are the only heir of the general."

Fang Jie laughed and said, "This is exactly the reason why you want to kill me... Who told you to be Luo Yao's godson?"

"This is the reason why I am not worried about not being able to hide it from the general... This is called you the general's own son."

Luo Xiaotu said in a plain tone: "What you said just now is right. Now the only way to make me feel that I am still personal is to satisfy this feeling. I just didn't expect that you and I can see my mind so thoroughly, so I can't help but kill you."

"No need to think seriously"

Fang Jie said: "When Wen Xiaodao died, you can feel the excitement in your eyes. You want to kill Wen Xiaodao, but you dare not, because Wen Xiaodao always follows Luo Yao. Now that Wen Xiaodao is dead, you are satisfied and you are starting to feel new dissatisfied... If I die, your godson will become Luo Yao's only heir. If it were any, I wouldn't help but be moved."

"But you dare not kill me in the camp, because the Ten Masters of Romon have never been a single mind. There are countless pairs of eyes outside. As long as I die in the camp, you can't hide it even if you want to. So you have to let me go, and then kill me when I run away. In this way, there will be no handle in the hands of others. When I am dead, even if Luo Yao is dissatisfied with you or get angry, he will not kill you because of a dead person, right?"

"right"

Luo Xiaotu nodded: "No word of mouth."

"I'm right, but you're a little wrong."

Fang Jie said with a smile.

"Where am I wrong?"

Luo Xiaotu asked.

Fang Jie smiled and said, "You are wrong because you don't understand me or Luo Yao."

Luo Xiaotu was silent, as if he was hesitating.

"It's still worth a try."
To be continued...