Yanziwu, the entrance.

"Miss Abi, really, believe me, your family took my painting away, and it's in his hand now!" Duan Yu stepped forward and said anxiously.

The fairy has become a wife, and now he only has one painting for comfort. If the painting is gone, he can only go back to see his sisters: Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.

Abi looked at the boy's sincere expression, then looked at Xiao Fei and the little yellow cat, her eyes wandering, and she could tell what happened just by thinking about it.

"Take your hands out!" Abi said seriously.

Chen Fei weighed his shoulders.

"Meow~"

Done!

Chen Fei breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hands, but there was nothing on them.

Duan Yu was dumbfounded, stepped forward and looked up and down carefully, and then directly groped up and down this guy.

"Where's my painting? Where's my big painting?"

"Hiccup~" The little yellow cat burped, its little ears moved, and it quickly shut up.

"Master Le!" Abijiao said angrily. She became Mrs. Murong, and the girl became a little more charming.

The little yellow cat stood up quickly, not feeling confident and strong.

"Wow!"

Huh! How dare you doubt me, Mr. Le! It’s just a painting, can’t I afford it? I’m going to punish you!

Look at my unique skills that made me famous, my twin peaks penetrate my ears!

With a loud roar, Miao Le dived directly into Abi's arms.

Judging by the time, after a while, he should be able to directly supplement his nutrition, which is great.

Abi's pretty face turned red, this scumbag cat attacked sister Yuyan yesterday.

Duan Yu and Chen Fei looked at each other, their expressions were self-evident and everyone understood.

Mad, why am I not a cat?

"Hmm~ Mr. Duan, you are a guest. Since you lost something in our Yanziwu, we are willing to compensate you for the original price.

If what you lost is an ancient painting, you can tell who made the painting, and we will compensate you for a suitable price, or a famous painting of similar value.

If it were painted by someone today, our Murong family would be willing to pay for someone to make another painting." Abi said with an apologetic look on her face.

In today's world, there is almost nothing the Murong family wants to do that cannot be accomplished. Don't they like money and martial arts? Is there anyone who doesn't like aphrodisiacs and longevity medicines?

Duan Yu looked flattering. He couldn't say it was the body art painting of your Murong wife, right? He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's just a daily work by a young man, it's not worth much."

Abi looked at the two people suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong.

"Xiao Fei, go to the accountant and pay one hundred taels as compensation to Mr. Duan."

"Yes, Mrs. Abi!" Chen Fei said quickly, then took Duan Yu and ran away.

Now they are just grasshoppers in the same boat. Although he only takes a look at the painting, if it comes out, everyone will finish it together.

As for Le Ye, he is the youngest ancestor and the oldest in the Murong family. He can do whatever he wants and play whatever he wants. Who dares to punish him?

Hey, he will also want to be a cat if he has a chance in his next life!

.......

On the shore of Taihu Lake, the waves are gentle and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Duan Yu sat on a rock and stared at the lake in a daze. He was free, but the fairy sister could no longer be with him every day. He suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

As for being like his father, secretly having fun with other people's wives, he would never be able to do it.

A gentleman has something to do and something not to do!

Chen Fei was fishing next to him with a fishing rod. From time to time, various birds would send messages, including pigeons, sparrows, and eagles. The birds chirped rhythmically, and some even brought messages.

After receiving the letter, he wrote a "reading" calligraphy on it, with the pen drawn like a dragon and a snake, and the iron drawn with a silver hook. Apparently, he wrote this character countless times.

The tiger king was lying on the grass behind, and several tiger cubs were playing and playing on him, biting his tail from time to time. The tiger king's tail swayed gently, and sometimes with more force, he could throw the tiger cubs as far as they could.

Suddenly, the Tubo Imperial Master came slowly from a distance, his expression dull and muttering to himself.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Hahaha, it turns out this is a heavenly being! Am I wrong? I'm right! I'm wrong, am I going the wrong way?"

Walking, walking, Jiumozhi actually walked directly into the water.

After a while.

"Gulu, Gulu~"

Duan Yu and the two were stunned. Was he driven crazy by the shock? Or was he suddenly enlightened and became a Buddha and ascended to heaven?

Duan Yu had been pampered since he was a child. Wherever there was water, he could only watch anxiously from the shore, while Chen Fei jumped directly.

Guests of the Murong family have no choice but to die outside!

"Gulu, Gulu~" After a moment, there was no ripple on the water surface.

Duan Yu:......

After a moment of confusion, the young man was about to go back to the village to find someone. As soon as he turned around, the Tiger King actually stopped him.

"Roar~" Then, his paw pointed at the fishing rod.

Duan Yu scratched his head: "Tiger King, do you want me to catch them with a fishing rod? But in the vast waves, I can't find their location?"

"Ho ho~" Tiger King pointed to the fish basket next to him.

Xiaofei slipped away, you fish for my baby!

Duan Yu:???

…

Yanziwu, inner room.

After entertaining the guests and leaving with satisfaction, Murong Fu felt as if he was lost.

His father left, and from now on there was no one to teach him or guide him.

Fortunately, he now has the opportunity to pass on the methods his father taught him to his children.

Thinking of his two wives and the magical little life in his belly, Murong Fu's dull soul suddenly felt a deeper feeling.

The Murong family has a daughter-in-law!

"Cuckoo, Cuckoo~" A black pigeon flew in.

Murong Fu stretched out his hand, and the letter at the pigeon's feet instantly flew into his hand.

Black Pigeon's dark eyes rolled and jumped to Abi's shoulder.

"Gugu~"

Abi patted her little head lovingly, took out a Qiling Pill from her waist, and fed it to her mouth.

The black pigeon flaps its wings happily.

"Gu, Gu Gu~"

Murong Fu frowned as he read the contents of the letter.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "It's nothing. Recently, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, Ma Dayuan, and a senior monk of the Shaolin Sect died at the hands of their own famous stunts.

Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan who is as famous as me, is gathering people outside Suzhou City and wants to seek an explanation from me.

In addition, a large number of people from Xixia Yipintang also came near Suzhou, with unknown motives."

Wang Yuyan blinked: "Husband, haven't you been with us these days? Could it be that your martial arts has reached the point where you can hurt people from thousands of miles away?"

Murong Fu:......

What Le Ye said about being pregnant for three years seems to be true.

Last time Mr. Le came to ask for milk, the silly girl squeezed it for a long time, and even asked her with a sad face why she didn't have it, when other people had it.

I also asked if we should find a few wet nurses in advance to ensure that the children don’t starve.

"Pfft~" Abi laughed: "Sister, if the young master has this ability, what is the difference between him and an immortal? It must be framed by others."

Wang Yuyan's pretty face turned red, and she quickly stepped forward and grabbed the soft flesh of Abi's waist: "Uh-huh, I'll teach you how to make fun of me."

"Ah~ Master, my cousin murdered my concubine and caused trouble in the backyard!" Abi said delicately.

Delicate and beautiful like a flower, spreading brilliantly.

Murong Fu suddenly found it pleasing to the eye and no longer cared about the beggar gang.

With his current strength and a little help from Le Ye, he has nothing to fear whether it is frame-up, framing or any conspiracy.
To be continued...