"I'll go back with you, but my people can only go back when I want them to go back."
Fang explained.
Luo Yao, who let the rain wash against him, frowned slightly: "Your man?"
"my people!"
"good."
Luo Yao nodded, the coldness in his eyes faded slightly.
In the cave, the big dog who was trembling uncontrollably finally let out a long breath, relieved. It was as if a mountain that was pressing in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace, so he immediately relaxed a lot. He is different from ordinary people who can smell murderous aura, so he is actually under more pressure than anyone else.
And it was Luo Yao who released the murderous aura.
In Fang Jie's words, this is a person who counts the Central Plains Mongolian Yuan plus many small countries around him, and can be ranked in the top three in terms of power. Hundreds of thousands of people could die for him if he wanted to. Even the emperors of those small countries, even the Tianzun on the Daxue Mountain, I'm afraid they can't compare with him. You must know that these hundreds of thousands or even millions of people are soldiers!
"Just go back with me, the rest is up to you."
"real?"
Fang asked.
"real."
Fang Jie nodded: "Wait for me for a while."
He turned and walked back, walking back to the cave.
Looking at the people standing at the entrance of the cave and the worried expressions on their faces, he smiled and tried his best to smile lightly: "Don't worry, I'll go back with him. You stay here first, and wait until you can go back Time to go back. Give me some time to eliminate things that might threaten us, since Luo Yao came to me, it means this is an opportunity."
"How much time?"
Shen Qing fan asked.
"one day."
Fang Jie smiled and answered very firmly.
"one day?"
"one day!"
"Not lying?"
"Thunder strikes from the sky."
Fang Jie smiled gently, even the rain could not hide the brilliance on the corner of his mouth: "Believe me, I never lied to you, did I?"
"It's okay to lie to us."
Shen Qingshan said lightly: "We'll just go find you ourselves."
Fang Jie hummed and understood Shen Qingfan's meaning: "Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow is not needed. I will go back with him first, and then I will come to you."
"Mr. Zhuo."
He looked at Zhuo Buyi: "Help me find a way to suppress it. Huang Yangdao's Min Yong has too much hatred for the left forward. This incident happened too suddenly, and I haven't figured out how to solve it. Please help me first." Come on, don't let me go back to the left midfielder, let me talk about it after I think it over."
Zhuo Buyi nodded, wanted to say something but Fang Jie stopped him with a smile and shook his head.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
Mu Xiaoyao asked.
"Try where Luo Yao's bottom line is."
"What if you crossed his line?"
"Look at luck."
"Let Chen Heng and Chen Ha follow you."
Shen Qing fanned.
The two old urchins would rather die than enter the cave, and they were sitting on a big tree outside the cave, hugging their shoulders and trembling. The shadows in these two guys' hearts were too heavy, and they didn't come in even though they were drenched in heavy rain. These days Fang Jie has been busy with military affairs, Mu Xiaoyao and Zhuo Buyi play with them on weekdays.
Now the two of them seem to listen to Mu Xiaoyao's words more.
"never mind."
Fang Jie shook his head again: "If Luo Yao's bottom line is crossed, it won't help to bring the two of them. If it's beyond Luo Yao's bottom line, it doesn't matter if you don't bring them two. But don't worry, I never do it without confidence. I’m just going to confirm my guess, if I’m right, I’ll come back. If I’m wrong, I’ll take you back.”
After saying this, Fang Jie turned his head and walked into the rain curtain.
Mu Xiaoyao wanted to chase him out, but was held back by Shen Qingshan: "He is no longer a child who needs you to run away with your belt."
This sentence made Mu Xiaoyao startled, and her outstretched hand stayed in mid-air.
All eyes were on that slender figure until he disappeared into the heavy rain.
"arranged?"
The oiled paper umbrella in his hand had been burned to ashes, Luo Yao stood with his hands behind his back.
"Let's go."
Fang Jie nodded and walked out first.
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There were eight people sitting in the big tent, except for Zhan Yao who had died in Yongzhou and Ye Jinnan who was guarding the Xinkou warehouse, the other eight people from the ten outstanding people of Luomen were there. Wen Xiaodao ranked second, Duan Bianbao ranked fourth, Duan Bianxiong ranked fifth, Luo Xiaotu ranked sixth, Zhu Quan ranked seventh, Cui Lunhai ranked eighth, Mu Li ranked ninth , the tenth ranked General Mo who always wears a black robe and a mask.
For some reason, General Mo, who was ranked last, was very special in Fang Jie's eyes, which made him a little depressed.
It was an exquisite iron mask, silver in color, with no facial features, only a hole in the left eye, exposing a cloudy-looking eye. On the mask is a red thread pattern, and the line drawing is particularly weird.
When Fang Jie followed Luo Yao into the big tent, everyone stared at him. But there are two people with different eyes, one is Wen Xiaodao and the other is General Mo.
Although Wen Xiaodao's eyes were gloomy and cold, Fang Jie didn't care. He had seen too many powerful people, such as Buddha Zong Tianzun, several great generals, great practitioners, and the emperor. The eyes of any one of them are more terrifying than Wen Xiaodao's blindly ruthless eyes, which can cause bloody storms in the blink of an eye. So Fang Jie didn't care about Wen Xiaodao's hostility at all.
But he cared about General Mo's eyes.
That look is not hostile, but a kind of meaning that is difficult to see clearly.
For some reason, Fang Xie shuddered when he was stared at by this kind of eyes.
Obviously those eyes look very kind, obviously those eyes look very gentle.
Fang Jie always felt that this look was somewhat familiar, it was eyes, not eyes. He quickly recalled it in his mind, but he couldn't grasp the familiarity but looming.
"He is Fang Jie, you know him."
Luo Yao walked to the handsome seat and sat down, straightening his body. This is his habit, and it is also the habit of many soldiers. The aura of leading the army for decades is there, even just sitting is stressful. Fang Jie found that Wen Xiaodao looked at Luo Yao with some resentment in his eyes, and then he couldn't help but smile, a little out of place.
This contemptuous smile caused Wen Xiaodao to glare at him.
Fang Jie smiled to himself and didn't care.
"Fang Jie is an imperial envoy sent by His Majesty to Yongzhou. His mission has been completed but he still stayed. Many people thought that he wanted to make military exploits and climb to a higher place. There are many of you who think this way. In your opinion, a person who is so young and able to take charge of himself must have ambitions hidden in his heart. But you are wrong, the reason why he stayed is because I forced him to stay."
Luo Yao's words were very plain, without any emotion mixed in.
"In these days, there are also many rumors spreading in the army. Although they are all discussed behind the backs of others, the left forward is my left forward, and I can see every word and deed. The reason why I don't like these rumors I don’t care about it because sooner or later I will tell the reason why I left Fangjie.”
He glanced at the most trusted generals under his command, and said word by word: "It's too late to say the reason, but what I want to tell you is that even if you are in the left front, you should respect him. I'm normal, can I do it?"
When this question came out, there was silence in the room. Most of the eight generals glanced at each other with disbelief in their eyes. Because Luo Yao's words were too abrupt, they didn't react.
"cannot?"
Luo Yao frowned slightly.
"able!"
General Mo, who was sitting at the end, spoke first: "Every word the general says is a military order. When a military order is issued, there is no reason why you cannot accept it or do it."
Duan Bianbao glanced at Duan Bianxiong, and the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch triumphantly. He had said long ago that Fang Jie would climb on top of them. It's just that he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"able!"
He bowed his head and said: "Subordinates, remember!"
"Subordinates, remember!"
Everyone except Wen Xiaodao said these four words.
Luo Yao glanced at Wen Xiaodao seemingly calmly, and after a pause, he asked, "You can't?" These three words still sound ordinary, without a trace of emotion. But anyone can tell that there is a chill hidden in these three words, like a knife.
Wen Xiaodao's face changed obviously, and the eyes that looked at Fang Jie became more and more sinister. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and his shoulders trembled slightly. His hands on his knees were clenched into fists, and the backs of his hands were bruised.
"able… "
He didn't dare to look Luo Yao directly in the eyes, and after a moment of silence, he squeezed out the word between his teeth.
Luo Yao nodded: "You just need to remember that Fang Jie is a very important person to me. He can stay at the left midfielder and do nothing, or he can do anything without endangering the left midfielder." I need to go back to Yongzhou. It will take two months at a time, or more than a month at a time. During this period, he will stay in the camp. Any one of you has the responsibility to protect his safety. If he If you're dead...you don't want to live either. Speaking of which, is there anything you don't understand?"
No one dare not understand.
On the left front, Luo Yao is the emperor.
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…
"What do you have to say?"
Luo Yao asked Fang Jie.
Fang Jie hummed, and then saluted everyone with fists. He was silent for a moment, seeming to organize his words.
"I'm not a scourge."
Fang Jie's first sentence was beyond everyone's expectations, and then some people couldn't help laughing. Luo Yao's previous words were solemn enough, so the atmosphere in the big tent was also solemn enough. But Fang explained this sentence, and completely ruined this solemnity. Especially when he said these words, he glanced at Wen Xiaodao vaguely, appearing frivolous.
The word scourge pokes the self-esteem of a Chinese knife like a knife.
He opened his mouth, and the killing intent in his eyes could not be restrained.
"I'm not an idiot either."
This is Fang Jie's second sentence, and his eyes are still on Wen Xiaodao.
The word idiot is heavier than the last knife.
"So you generals don't need to worry about anything, you can treat me as a dispensable person. Of course, don't forget to call me when you eat and drink."
Duan Bianxiong couldn't help laughing at these words, he originally looked at Fang Jie disliked, but this person has a straight temper, and his status was earned by desperate efforts. So he thought Fang Jie's words were funny, so he laughed without putting on an air. And precisely because of these few words, he felt that Fang Jie was not as hateful as before.
"Military matters have nothing to do with me."
Fang Xie continued: "The general said that he wanted me to stay, it seems to be a necessary reason, but I didn't know the reason before the general said it. The general attaches so much importance to me, it's like a three-year-old The child suddenly picked up a big ingot. But as I said before, I am not a scourge or an idiot, and I have some self-knowledge. Therefore, I will not interfere in anything about the left forward."
"but."
He turned to look at Luo Yao: "The general said that I can still have some freedom as long as the interests of the left forward are not damaged, right?"
Luo Yao nodded.
Fang Jie hummed, then looked at Wen Xiaodao: "General Wen, can I ask you a question, this question will definitely not harm the interests of Left Front Guard, just a personal curiosity."
Wen Xiaodao didn't speak.
Fang Jie didn't care, and continued to ask: "General Wen, how high is your cultivation?"
As soon as this sentence came out, some people in the room couldn't help laughing. Even the corners of Luo Xiaotu's mouth couldn't help twitching, as if he was a little happy. It is extremely rare for this person who is as emotionless as a stone to pick up his lips. Everyone in the room knew that Wen Xiaodao's cultivation was a mess. The reason why he got up was because of his relationship with Luo Yao, because this man had a certain attainment in the art of war, and because his heart was cruel enough.
Hearing everyone's unfriendly laughter, the coldness in Wen Xiaodao's eyes finally reached the extreme.
Turned into a raging fire.