"Didn't I just say that? Someone's swordsmanship surpasses yours, and he wants to challenge you!"
Fatty Cao said nonsense.
I saw Nangong Wushuang, who was chained by stainless steel chains, without even raising his eyelids, and just let out a cold "hum" in his mouth.
"What? You don't believe me? I can tell you, I have seen that swordsman master with my own eyes. He can kill ten thousand swords with just one strike. How can he be called an awesome person!"
Fatty Cao saw his reaction and continued to make nonsense.
Just as Fatty Cao continued to be careless, Nangong Wushuang suddenly said coldly.
"In this China, except for my deceased brother Jiuzhou, no one can surpass me in swordsmanship, so you don't need to provoke me!"
"Huh?"
"Little monster, are you too bragging? Do you really think you are the only one with the best swordsmanship in the world?"
Fatty Cao said with narrowed eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to give it a try, you can try my sword!"
The young man in white's eyes turned cold, and an overwhelming sword intent came straight towards Fatty Cao.
When Fatty Cao saw Nangong Wushuang getting angry, he immediately gave up.
"No, no, no! Brother Wushuang, do we have something to discuss? Why are we fighting!"
"You damn girl know that I'm not good at fighting, fat brother, so why are you fighting with me?"
Fatty Cao said shamelessly.
The young man in white seemed to know Fatty Cao's shameless character. After hearing what he said, he snorted coldly and withdrew his sword energy, as if he no longer wanted to deal with the fat man.
Seeing Nangong Wushuang withdrawing his sword energy, Fatty Cao chuckled again and said: "Brother Wushuang, fat brother was indeed joking with you just now, don't mind!"
"In my heart, my Wushuang brother is the real number one in Chinese swordsmanship. In my eyes, others think, ah, that's just a piece of shit!"
Listening to Fatty Cao's flattery, Nangong Wushuang still ignored him.
"Okay, brother Wushuang, we have talked about the past and talked about things. Now it's time to talk about business!"
"Let's go!"
"Go to Nanling with your brother!"
Fatty Cao patted his butt, stood up, and said to Nangong Wushuang, whose hands and feet were locked by four stainless steel chains on the sixth floor below.
"I dont go!"
Nangong Wushuang replied directly.
"I'll wipe it. If you don't go, don't you regret it?"
Fatty Cao said.
"Regret? What do I have to regret? In this world, except for those beasts from the Ten Kingdoms that I haven't killed yet, I have already seen through this life!!"
When the Ten Kingdoms were mentioned, the young candidate's eyes revealed a million murderous intentions.
Listening to what Nangong Wushuang said, Fatty Cao said: "No! Brother Wushuang, you are only fourteen or fifteen years old, why do you talk like an old man in his seventies or eighties? Why can't you see through it!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Anyway, apart from killing the beasts of the Ten Kingdoms to avenge my Kyushu brother, I am not interested in anything!"
"So, you can go back!"
Nangong Wushuang said again.
Seeing this young man say this, Fatty Cao suddenly laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
Nangong Wushuang saw Fatty Cao laughing suddenly and couldn't help but give him a cold look.
"I'm laughing, we idiots are all really stupid!" Fatty Cao said while laughing.
"What do you mean?" Nangong Wushuang asked angrily.
Fatty Cao did not explain, but laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and said to Nangong Wushuang: "Little guy, I understand your feelings for the king! Because each of us is the same as you!"
"It's just that there are some things you don't know yet! You will understand after you follow me to Nanling Palace's house!"
Nangong Wushuang said, "I'll say it again, I'm not interested in anything in this world except killing those beasts from the Ten Kingdoms to avenge my brother from Kyushu!"
"Are you stupid? I let you go to Nanling just for the sake of the king!"
When Fatty Cao saw Nangong Wushuang acting like a stubborn donkey, he started scolding her.
"You dare to scold me?"
Nangong Wushuang's fair little face turned cold when she saw Fatty Cao scolding his mother.
Fatty Cao was also angry.
"Why are you scolding you? You little brat! When I was with the king, I was always taking care of you, fat brother. Don't be ungrateful, you damn girl!"
The scolded son of Qilin, a young Chinese boy, stared at Fatty Cao with murderous intent in his eyes!
It seemed that if Fatty Cao said one more thing, he would have to stab this cheap fat man to death.
But who is Fatty Cao?
He's so scared!
He continued to curse at the young man who was shaking with anger.
"Why are you glaring at me, Fatty? Isn't it wrong to scold you? You little monster, little bastard! Fatty, I'm kind enough to take you to see the king, but you are so ungrateful that you still want to fuck me? If you have the ability, come here. Look, Fatty, am I afraid of you today?"
Fatty Cao opened his hands and was about to fight this Chinese young man.
However, Nangong Wushuang did not take action.
Of course I won't take action.
Because they are brothers.
He just looked at Fatty Cao in front of him with cold eyes: "You just said...meeting the king???"
"That's right! Otherwise, Fatty, I would be too busy to come to a shabby place like your Nangong family? Wouldn't it be nice for me to stay in the ANBU?"
Fatty Cao said angrily.
"No! You're talking nonsense!"
"My Jiuzhou brother has fallen into the sea of death, how can I see him?" Nangong Wushuang roared, and the sword energy in his body surged.
"You two? Why did I lie to you? Let me tell you the truth, our king is not dead at all!" Fatty Cao finally told the truth.
As soon as these words came out!
With a bang, the young man whose hands and feet were chained by four fine steel chains suddenly stood up and looked at Fatty Cao with his eyes wide open and his whole body trembling: "You... don't lie to me? My Jiuzhou brother really didn't die?"
"nonsense!"
"Don't even think about it. Can just ten countries really kill our king?"
"Who is our king? He is the invincible God of War of the Nine Provinces! How can it be possible for those bastards from the Ten Kingdoms to kill the king?"
Fatty Cao said.
As soon as these words came out, this Chinese young man trembled all over and said: "But... why does everyone in China say that my brother Jiuzhou is dead?"
"That's because our king can't come back now and must pretend to be dead!"
"Why?"
Nangong Wushuang said in confusion.
"I can't explain this to you! You just need to follow me to Nanling Palace's house and meet the king himself and you will understand!"
"Oh, by the way, the king himself ordered you to go to Nanling Palace's house this time!"
"If you don't believe it, just listen!"
While talking, Fatty Cao took out an invisible voice recorder.
In ANBU!
Everyone has a recording device!
This kind of equipment is not only used to monitor all aspects of spy information, but also to save all call records!
I saw that after Fatty Cao took out the recording pen, he pressed the switch button, and Ye Jiuzhou's voice came from inside.
He said: Let the little one come to Nanling Palace to see me!
When this clear voice came out, and the title of "little one" came to Nangong Wushuang's ears, this Chinese young man, the Nangong family's number one swordsman wizard in a thousand years, suddenly shook his whole body, with a white face Suddenly two lines of tears flowed down his face!
He cried!
