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"If you release him, you won't be afraid of him attacking you."

His eyes fell on Yang Shiyi, who was serving tea and water.

The young man who has been renamed Wang Meier has generally recovered from his injuries after a month of training.

Except for some tender red marks in some places, other places are no different from ordinary people.

I don't know if it was Wang Fang's misunderstanding, but he always felt that Yang Shiyi's skin tone was much fairer and softer after recovering from his injury.

At the same time, Mannia on the other side smiled and said:

"It's okay. Even if he wants to do something to me now, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it."

"How can I say that you have already tamed him?"

A long time ago, Mannia told herself that she knew how to tame a dead slave, but now it seemed that Yang Shiyi's situation was obviously similar to that of a dead slave.

This is an extremely loyal person, and one who will never take action against his master.

Otherwise, the ancient princes and nobles would not dare to take in the thin horse casually. What if someone has a grudge and takes action against the nobles?

At that time, not only the brothel will be unlucky, but even the master behind the brothel will be implicated.

Therefore, the Yangzhou thin horses have been brainwashed and trained since childhood so that they will never take action against their masters.

I don’t want to know Mannia’s past experiences, nor do I want to explore the methods used by brothels to tame thin horses.

All he wanted to know now was whether the man who was unchained and serving tea and water beside him was a threat.

Then Mannia replied:

"How is it possible? It's only been a month now. Even if you don't take into account the skin and flesh injuries, it will take at least half a year.

Now, that's just a pretense. If he had the ability, he would have attacked me long ago. "

As if Mannia had told her off, Yang Shiyi, now Wang Meier, shook his wrist and the tea spilled on the floor.

Mannia glanced at him sideways and said nothing.

It was only then that Wang Fang discovered that there seemed to be something missing from Yang Shiyi's crotch, and there was something wrong with the way he walked, so he frowned and said:

"You castrated him."

After laughing twice, Mannia did not deny it, but explained:

"The rules of our sect do not allow us to take in male disciples. If we don't castrate him, how can I train him?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Wang Fang's coldness and said:

"Don't worry, our master has passed away a long time ago. I am now the head of the family, and I will change the rules later."

He felt relieved. He was really afraid that Mannia would go crazy and have him castrated.

While speaking, Wang Fang asked again:

"By the way, what exactly is this sect you are talking about? It should at least have a name."

The so-called sect was something that Mannia suddenly created. In order to prevent her from thinking about him all the time, Wang Fang could only reluctantly join this sect and serve as the great elder.

As for the elders below the first elder, they are held by Yang Rong, He Goudan, He Yongding and others.

As for poor He Erzhu, he didn't get the title of elder at all, he just got the title of steward.

According to Mannia, the elders of the sect cannot have idiots. Arranging for He Goudan to come in is already an extra mercy. If another He Erzhu is arranged to come in, then there is really no need to mess around.

To this day, Wang Fang still has not told He Erzhu this tragic news. If he knew, Wang Fang was afraid that he would break away from his organization in anger.

As for Yang Rong's brother Yang Yutang, he was strictly prohibited from doing so by Wang Fang.

In his opinion, there must be no scholars in his gang, that is, the master sect.

Otherwise, once some people from the officialdom infiltrate into gangs, it is difficult to imagine whether they will represent the interests of the people at the bottom.

But today, Wang Fang has completely figured out his future goals.

That is to establish an organization that represents the people at the bottom. We cannot always let the scholar-bureaucrats decide the future of China. At least these people living at the bottom should have their own way to speak.

Perhaps in the future, the current division will develop to the level of a party, but at least in this era when Wang Fang can still control it, certain class enemies must not be allowed to sneak in.

In fact, according to Yang Yutang's identity, these words were not reasonable, but Wang Fang did not dare to make such remarks because he had not yet confirmed whether Yang Yutang still had the idea of ​​​​imperial examination.

At the same time, Mannia continued to speak on the other side:

"What do you think our sect should be called? I've been thinking about it for a month, but I still haven't come up with a reasonable name.

As for Xiaoyao Valley, you don’t agree.”

He glanced at Wang Fang angrily, as if he had done something evil.

“Absolutely cannot agree”

The name Xiaoyao Valley is too cliché. If you look through the online novels from the past life, at least half of the martial arts books have the name Xiaoyao Valley.

This name seems good at the moment, but for a modern person whose mind is filled with Xiaoyao Valley, it is really too uncomfortable.

"What do you think of Hongmen?"

This is a very large organization that has grown to millions of members. Although he is not sure whether there is a name factor in it, privately, Wang Fang always feels that the name Hongmen is a good one.

But before he could finish speaking, Mannia objected:

"Bullshit Hongmen, you crow's mouth, there is a big river above our heads, we may flood our family's property one day."

While speaking, Wang Fang said speechlessly:

"You really plan to take root here, don't forget, there is a big river above your head, and it might be flooded at some point."

Subconsciously, Wang Fang never wanted to develop in this valley for a long time, but Mannia in front of him obviously had other ideas.

"What do you think about opening another opening? Don't you know how to make gunpowder? Then you can blow up a opening and drain the river water.

Once the threat of floods is gone, this valley will truly become our family's property. "

As he spoke, Wang Fang fell into deep thought. This was a good idea. It seemed like he should check it out in advance.

At the same time, Mannia on the other side jumped up and said:

"I remembered, just call it Lingyan Pavilion."

As she spoke, Mannia ignored the clothes she had shed on her body and surrounded Wang Fang naked and preached:

"Isn't there a Lingyan Pavilion in ancient times? There is also a poem called Hui Ding Ling Jue Ding, with a panoramic view of all the small mountains. Our place is considered a branch of Jiuhua Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain Lingyan Pavilion. The name sounds grand."

"What kind of mess is this?"

Ignoring Wang Fang's objections, Mannia made a strong decision. She had no choice. She was the gang leader and the leader. As for Wang Fang, it was really unconvincing for a seven-year-old kid to be the gang leader.

"I'd better wait to become the third-generation gang leader."

As for the first-generation gang leader, he was naturally the nominal master of Wang Fang and Mannia.

It is said that she is an old bustard. Her specific name is not known, but she has trained Manniang for two years. Other than that, she probably knows that her master is from Hangzhou.

Wang Fang thought speechlessly:

"The first-generation gang leader is a madam with an unknown name, the second-generation gang leader is Mandala with a fake name, and the third-generation gang leader is a time traveler."

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