So it's you?" Murong Huiying was angry and broke into the hotel. When she saw Hong Wuji, she was a little surprised.

"That's right!" Hong Wuji was about the same height as Murong Huiying and had a slim figure. He tried his best to hold up his chest and raise his head, and even slightly raised his toes and said, "Back then, when I was in trouble, Princess Meng saved me and I was so kind.

"What Hong thinks about day and night is how to repay the princess' kindness!"

"Hong Wuji, don't talk about kindness. There is nothing between you and me!" Murong Huiying looked at Hong Wuji and said coldly.

"Princess I don't remember, but I will never forget it in my life." Hong Wuji tried his best to look cool and said with a smile and gratitude.

"Back then, I just saved a dog, but today I didn't expect that this dog would go crazy and bite people everywhere." Murong Huiying said coldly.

Hong Wuji's figure and appearance have hardly changed in the past few years. In addition, Murong Huiying has a good memory, so she recognized Hong Wuji at a glance.

Murong Huiying originally thought that her words would make Hong Wuji extremely angry, but unexpectedly Hong Wuji had no reaction and said with a normal look: "It seems that the princess is complaining, Her Royal Highness Princess Ziyue

, I came up with this trick just to see the princess and express my gratitude."

Murong Huiying was as cold as ice and kept people away from her thousands of miles away, but Hong Wuji felt that everything about Murong Huiying was extremely beautiful, from her hair to her fingers, everything was beautiful.

Hong Wuji was obsessed with Murong Huiying's appearance back then, and it has not changed to this day.

"Huh, blame you? You think too highly of yourself." Murong Huiying snorted coldly and said: "In today's world, I have only complained about one person, and I blame him so much that it hurts my heart."

When Murong Huiying said this, she couldn't help but think of the person who made her hate and love her at the same time, the person who made her unforgettable. If he had come to the house to propose marriage earlier, if he had taken her to escape, how could what happened today happen?

Let Murong Huiying devote herself to others. Murong Huiying would rather die, let alone become someone else's concubine.

I wonder how he is now? After all these days, the dead man whom she loved and hated at the same time did not ask anyone to write a letter to her. Murong Huiying couldn't help but worry about Zhou Fugui again.

Although Murong Huiying was snoring and gnashing her teeth, her pretty jade face could not help but reveal a sweet expression, which made Hong Wuji feel jealous and hateful.

Hong Wuji would be happy to see Murong Huiying beat him, scold her, or even chop her with a knife. However, Murong Huiying was so indifferent and ignored her, which made Hong Wuji extremely sad, so he asked angrily: "

Who is he?"

"Who is he? Does he have anything to do with you?" Murong Huiying said coldly.

"Haha, it's Zhou Fugui, right?" Hong Wuji suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears almost came out. He laughed loudly and said, "He's just a lowly prisoner!"

"If you dare to humiliate him again, the dog thief of the Southern Dynasty, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Murong Huiying was completely angered. She pointed her machete at Hong Wuji and shouted: "You think you are an envoy of the Southern Dynasty, but I am not ruthless!"

Do you dare to kill you? People in the grassland must avenge themselves, no matter who the enemy is!"

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With a sound of "Chi!", when Murong Huiying led the people away from the hotel, she suddenly turned around and shot the high crown off Hong Wuji's head with an arrow. Everyone immediately let out a burst of exclamations, and Hong Wuji was also frightened.

I was covered in cold sweat and lost my mind.

"If you want me to be yours, I would rather die. Before you die, many people will be buried with you." Murong Huiying then looked at Hong Wuji and said disdainfully.

Something inferior to a pig or a dog is far from being a Zhou Lang, Murong Huiying thought to herself.

The faces of all the warriors from the Fire Camp also showed expressions of pride and disdain. Six words were written on their faces, that is, how can pigs and dogs match heavenly beings?

All the Xia envoys and their entourage had expressions of gloating on their misfortune.

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Zhou Fugui, you unlucky person, are you dead? Why don't you write a letter to your aunt if you are not dead? Murong Huiying walked outside the hotel, looked at the blue sky and thought to herself, you can't take advantage of me.

Death, what will I do if you die?

Murong Huiying couldn't help crying loudly when she thought about her sadness.

Inside and outside the post house, Murong Huiying looked completely different, which made all the warriors of the Tiger Camp look stunned.

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Somewhere more than fifty miles away from Xuelin City

"Sneeze! Who is cursing me?" After Zhou Fugui sneezed, he looked at the unconscious Xue Wentai and asked, "I said, Chief Ge Daodao, are you okay? Your bullshit elixir can save him.
To be continued...