Murong Fu pushed the door open and entered, but there was no one in the room. He closed the door behind his back and walked towards the inner room. He saw "Zhiruo" wearing a white lining, leaning on the bed, holding a Buddhist scripture in her hand and studying.
Her long black shawl fell down, and her supple skin was white and rosy, like a hibiscus emerging from water. It looked like she had just taken a bath.
"Zhiruo" was startled when she saw a man in the room. She tightened her clothes involuntarily, "Who are you? Jingxu, where's Jingyi?" Her voice was crisp, clear, and very beautiful.
Murong Fu chuckled and stepped in front of the bed, "I am your brother Murong! They are naturally asleep."
"Zhiruo" moved to the side where the sword was hanging, "What are you doing here!"
At this time, he looked carefully at "Zhiruo" and saw that she looked stern and cold and arrogant, but her appearance was very sweet. For a moment, Murong Fu couldn't bear to look away.
Seeing Murong Fu staring at her so rudely, "Zhiruo"'s face became colder and she stepped back, "Mr. Murong, please respect yourself. We'll discuss it tomorrow if we have anything to do!"
If she hadn't seen Murong Fu resolve the martial arts crisis at the Heroes' Banquet tonight, she would have drawn her sword against him.
Hearing this, Murong Fu suddenly felt angry. After all, brother, I have been kind to you. It's okay if you don't appreciate it. How could you forget me!
Murong Fu snorted slightly and said: "Zhiruo, you have forgotten Brother Fu. It seems that you have also forgotten Brother Fu's punishment." After saying that, he stretched out his mouth and kissed her very quickly.
"Zhiruo" was kissed on the mouth before she could dodge. She was immediately struck by lightning, her eyes were dull and her face turned pale.
Murong Fu was slightly startled. It was not like he had never been kissed before, so why did he react so much? He thought he had kissed her again.
"Zhiruo" came back to her senses, spat "Bah, bah, bah" several times, wiped her lips with her sleeve several times, and gave Murong Fu a hateful look, "You shameless scoundrel!"
With a "swipe" sound, he pulled out his long sword and stabbed Murong Fu straight at him.
Murong Fu stepped aside and said, "I want to murder my husband!" Then he flicked the sword blade with one hand, slid his fingers along the blade, tapped her wrist, and the sword came out immediately.
"Zhiruo" stood up with both palms and waved one hand towards Murong Fu's face, seemingly as light as nothing.
Murong Fu didn't take it seriously, turned his head to avoid it, and reached out to pick it up casually. He felt that there was not much strength in her palm, but the inner strength came one after another, "Golden-crested Palm?"
As soon as she finished speaking, "Zhiruo" slapped Murong Fu's chest with her other hand.
This "Golden Summit Palm" is one of the top martial arts of the Emei School. It is weak and weak at first, but its strength can be accumulated layer by layer. Until the last move is used, it can even break mountains and rocks.
After the two of them had mastered several moves, the palm power of "Zhiruo" became more and more turbulent, like a surging river, and the palm wind passed by Murong Fu's face one after another.
Murong Fu was careless and underestimated the enemy, and was forced to panic for a while, and his head was slightly scattered.
Fortunately, although "Zhi Ruo" has understood the mystery of the "Golden Peak Spreading Palm", her internal strength seems to have not reached its peak yet. When the palm strength is about to reach the peak, the strength suddenly stops.
Murong Fu took the opportunity to stick to "Zhi Ruo"'s wrist, wrapped his other hand around her, pressed it to her chest, and immediately held down both of her hands.
"Zhiruo" leaned sideways, intending to release the force.
Murong Fu stretched out his leg and pressed it against "Zhiruo"'s back in mid-air. "Zhiruo" was pinned down by him on his leg, unable to move her upper body.
"Zhiruo" got anxious and kicked Murong Fu in the head.
This "one-character horse" had such a long span and elegant posture that it instantly displayed its exquisite figure. Murong Fu was so stunned that he almost got kicked.
Then he reacted and hurriedly shot out a finger force, hitting his "Huantiao point". "Zhiruo"'s legs in the air were immediately unable to move, even if he wanted to put them down, he couldn't move.
Murong Fu adjusted his posture slightly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He almost capsized in the gutter. Although his life was not in danger, it was still a great shame.
You can't tell that this little girl has a skinny figure, as if she is frail, but her attacks are so powerful.
"Zhiruo, did the old nun Mie Jue do something to you? How could you forget about me!"
"Zhiruo" snorted coldly, turned her head and said nothing.
Murong Fu pressed the hand on "Zhiruo"'s chest lightly. Although "Zhiruo"'s hands were between them, he could still feel the softness in it.
With an evil smile on his face, he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Brother Fu is about to do something."
"Zhiruo" turned pale and said hurriedly: "I'm not Zhiruo!"
Murong Fu was stunned and suddenly thought of a possibility, "Aren't you Zhou Zhiruo?"
"no!"
"Where's Zhou Zhiruo?"
"She didn't come down!"
Murong Fu's expression suddenly became extremely exciting. He preconceptionally regarded the Emei Sect as the Emei Sect in "The Legend of Yitian Slaying the Dragon", and Zhou Zhiruo was undoubtedly the best among them.
But the world is very different. He didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful disciple in the Emei Sect. Murong Fu had never seen what Zhiruo would look like when he grew up, so he made a big mistake.
"This... that... I'm really sorry, Xiaosheng, bah, I admitted the wrong person..."
Murong Fu was speechless for a moment, feeling both happy and embarrassed in his heart. The happy thing was that it was not Zhiruo who had forgotten him, but the embarrassing thing was how to deal with this woman.
The woman calmed down slightly at this time and understood the whole story. She was even more angry and bitter in her heart. She had lost her "innocence" inexplicably.
In the end, he had admitted the wrong person. Even if Murong Fu got interested, he would feel a little better.
After a long silence, Murong Fu glanced at the woman with an uncertain look, "What's your name?"
The woman gritted her teeth and remained silent.
"If you don't tell me, I will rape you first and then kill you!" At this stage, Murong Fu simply stopped pretending to be a gentleman.
The woman was startled, "I...my name is Yuan Ziyi."
"Are you Yuan Ziyi?" Murong Fu suddenly felt confused and vaguely remembered that Yuan Ziyi was indeed from the Emei sect. No wonder she was so beautiful.
"Don't change your name when you're working, don't change your surname when you're sitting down, Yuan Ziyi."
Thinking of the pitiful little girl ten years ago, Murong Fu suddenly asked: "Who is more beautiful, you or Zhiruo?"
Yuan Ziyi looked at him as if he were an idiot and said nothing.
Murong Fu smiled slightly, "I think my Zhiruo is more beautiful!"
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of two milky white snowballs on Yuan Ziyi's chest. Murong Fu suddenly felt angry and secretly swallowed his saliva.
It turned out that Yuan Ziyi's undershirt was already very loose. After a fierce struggle, Murong Fu pressed his hand on his leg and squeezed most of Xuefeng out.
Seeing Murong Fu's wolf-like eyes, Yuan Ziyi panicked, and then lowered his head and glanced at his chest. Most of it was gone. His face instantly turned blood red, and he struggled violently, "You are a slut, don't let me go yet!"