Murong Fu thought to himself: "Little bitch? Poison arrow? Could it be..."

Seeing Murong Fu seemingly thinking, Li Qingluo said, "Don't guess, I know her origin!" As he said that, anger gradually rose on his face, and then a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Murong Fu said, "Auntie is fine." Looking at Li Qingluo's face that had not changed for ten years, her skin was still so smooth and delicate. She couldn't help but think of the secret kiss ten years ago, and she forgot what it felt like at that time.

Since that kiss, Murong Fu has not dared to go to Mantuo Villa for a long time. Later, Li Qingluo went to the Chanhe Village for the first time to meet Murong Fu on the grounds of finding Wang Yuyan. Only then did he dare to go to Mantuo Villa at will.

"What can I do? Just a little bitch. Even if her master comes, I can't do anything to you." Li Qingluo said domineeringly.

Murong Fu asked, "Where is Yu Yan?" In fact, he just wanted to leave on excuses and go and see the assassin.

Li Qingluo said angrily: "In the backyard, I knew how you would come to see me as an old woman."

Murong Fu immediately beat the snake and put on the stick, ran over and pulled Li Qingluo's soft little hand and said, "What an old woman? My aunt is still young. She is obviously a little older than me. I won't call her aunt in the future, just call you sister."

Li Qingluo shook his hand away and spat, "Bah, nonsense, you can say such stingy words, and you don't feel ashamed!" But seeing the smile in her eyes, she obviously felt very helpful.

Murong Fu took Li Qingluo's little hand with a thick face and said, "Sister, I'm telling the truth, what's so shameful?" This guy actually called shamelessly.

This time, Li Qingluo no longer shook his hand, but still snorted softly: "I'm not a 17 or 18-year-old girl, don't think I'm as easy as Yuyan."

"If it was Yuyan, I wouldn't have to lie at all!" But I couldn't say this, Murong Fu said, "Yes, yes, my sister is already eighteen or nineteen years old."

Li Qingluo waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, if you continue, I'm afraid you will really become your sister. If you want to see Yuyan, go quickly. Since you were in seclusion, she has been talking about you here all day."

Over the years, with Murong Fu's deliberate approach, his relationship with Li Qingluo has become more and more close, and even his acquiescent to Wang Yuyan's affairs.

Murong Fu looked at the fair jade face and once again miserably, he went up and kissed her, and his figure flashed and disappeared. A trace of frivolous anger flashed across Li Qingluo's face, "I used to be a child, I didn't care about him, but now he is getting more and more arrogant."

Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I couldn't do anything to him ten years ago, and now I can't do anything to him. I just hope he has a childlike heart..."

Murong Fu is not so afraid of Li Qingluo now. When he came to Wang Yuyan's room, Murong Fu pushed the door open and entered. Wang Yuyan was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing some martial arts.

Sensing someone entering the room, Wang Yuyan opened her eyes and saw that the person who was thinking about day and night, and rushed over in an instant. Her figure was almost about to catch up with Murong Fu, but when she arrived in front of Murong Fu, she stopped her body.

But I remembered my mother's words: "Miss should be reserved at home, and don't let men get it easily, otherwise he will not cherish you." I just shouted timidly: "Cousin." The voice was gentle and charming.

Looking at the perfect jade face, slim figure and length of the shawl, it reflects a pure and sacred atmosphere, and a rich spiritual fragrance scent all over my body.

Even though she had watched her grow up since childhood, Murong Fu was still in a state of mind and couldn't help but hold her delicate body in her arms. Wang Yuyan struggled for a moment and then stopped moving.

Murong Fu whispered: "Do you miss me?" Wang Yuyan didn't say anything, but just wrapped her jade arms tightly around Murong Fu's waist.

Murong Fu gently picked up Wang Yuyan's face and slowly kissed the cherry mouth. He felt soft and tender, moist and sweet. After a while, Murong Fu let go of Wang Yuyan, and Wang Yuyan leaned against his arms with a blushing face.

Murong Fu asked, "Yuyan, where have you practiced the Yijin Jing?"

"Well... it should be about to be successful." Wang Yuyan replied.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "You are the only person in the Murong family who can refine the Yijin Jing. I'm afraid there will be another peerless master in the world, and he is also a great beauty."

The Yijin Jing has been passed down in Shaolin for thousands of years, but few people have been trained. The entire reason is that if you want to practice the Yijin Jing, you must understand the "self-image, human-image" and there is no idea of ​​practicing martial arts in your heart.

But monks who practice such excellent martial arts must be brave and diligent in order to achieve success. Who doesn’t want to get benefits from their practice as soon as possible? It is really difficult to "dwell in the mind", so that the Yijin Sutra has become a symbol of Shaolin Temple.

Wang Yuyan is very dedicated to practicing martial arts, and she is the best candidate for practicing the Yijin Jing, so Murong Fu passed the Yijin Jing to her.

When Wang Yuyan heard her cousin say that she was a "member of the Murong family", she felt sweet in her heart. She also heard her cousin praise her as a great beauty and was very happy. She said, "Yuyan should not be a peerless master, as long as she can help her cousin."

Murong Fu said: "It doesn't matter whether you can help me. It's just that the world is in chaos. I hope Yuyan can have some self-protection."

The two of them had a while of their ears before Murong Fu left Wang Yuyan's courtyard.

When I came to the place where Li Qingluo was detaining the prisoners, I saw that the house said "Flower House" and a chill rose from behind. This aunt was really cruel and ruthless.

Two maids stood in front of the door and greeted Murong Fu and said, "Young Master."

At this time, the door opened and an old woman walked out from inside. She was short, gray-headed and ugly. She was Li Qingluo's confidant, Grandma Rui.

She cursed and said to the maid next to her: "Look at this little bitch, hum."

Grandma Rui turned around and saw Murong Fu, and was a little surprised, saying, "This Huafei House is the place where the wife detained the retaliated criminals. I wonder what Mr. Murong is doing here?"

She spoke quite rudely. According to her previous temper, she would not give Murong Fu any good looks. However, in recent years, the relationship between Shenhezhuang and Yanziwu has become increasingly close, so she can only forcibly endure her temper.

Murong Fu nodded and said, "I'll see what the assassin looks like."

Grandma Rui said in a tough tone: "What's the beauty of an assassin? The room is so messy that it may stain the young master's eyes. Please leave here so that we servants will not be able to do it."

Murong Fu snorted coldly, and the sound reached Grandma Rui's ears like thunder, which made her ears shatter and her body shaking. After a while, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.

Grandma Rui was shocked and heard Murong Fu say, "Since you still know that you are just a servant, remember your duty and let you go this time. If there is a next time, even my aunt will not be able to protect you."
Chapter completed!