This must be natural. Thinking of how every time he met a little beggar, he would be beaten or scolded. Even those who were also beggars couldn't tolerate him. Murong Fu suddenly understood. No wonder others would call him a broom star.
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Being born white is extremely rare even in modern times, and this phenomenon was even less common in ancient times. In these rural towns, people are usually considered to be unidentified people.
When the little beggar saw Murong Fu's stunned look, he thought he was frightened. His eyes were indescribably gloomy, and he lowered his head silently and tried to wrap up his scarf again.
Murong Fu stretched out his hand to stop his movement, waved his hand and said, "No need to hide it, I've seen it all! The head is very beautiful, I don't want it yet."
This snow-white hair is indeed very beautiful, and Murong Fu couldn't help but feel envious. It's a pity that there was no dyeing method in ancient times, otherwise he would have dyed his hair white, how handsome he would be.
The little beggar didn't understand what he heard, but he understood Murong Fu's movements. There was a glint in his eyes, and then a trace of uneasiness flashed through his eyes, and he said: "Mild...mild..."
"Mei?" Murong Fu thought for a while before reacting, "You mean it will be bad luck?"
The little beggar nodded.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "My great blessings are as great as those in the sky. I will kill all the evil spirits and avoid them, so I won't have any bad luck. Besides, being born white will not bring any bad luck."
Murong Fu frowned after thinking for a while, and then said: "There may be some hidden disease in your body. Have you ever felt anything strange in your body?"
The little beggar lowered his head and thought for a while, but didn't understand what he meant. Murong Fu thought, he had many bruises all over his body, and he probably couldn't feel anything strange even if he had, "Forget it, let's talk about this later."
Murong Fu squatted by the river, scrubbed the little beggar's head and face, and said angrily: "You are so lucky. I have always been served by others, but now I am the one serving you. You are still the boss."
Not willing."
"You have to learn how to wash yourself in the future, you know? I am the number one person in the world, so how can I serve you every day? Hey, can't you tell that you are very handsome!"
Now that he saw the little beggar's face clearly, Murong Fu also looked surprised. He saw that the little beggar's complexion was extremely white and his appearance was extremely handsome.
After watching it for a long time, I felt a little disgusted in my heart. I must not let this kid follow me in the future, otherwise he will steal my limelight.
After washing the little beggar's head and face, Murong Fu saw how dirty he was, so he simply washed his whole body, so he took off his clothes without saying a word. This time, the little beggar opened his hands to cooperate with him.
After taking off his clothes, Murong Fu stayed for a long time, his face gradually became hot, and he stammered: "This... that... I... I didn't know... you are a woman."
The little beggar is very thin, with bruises and dirt all over her body, but her gender characteristics cannot be concealed.
I saw two small buds slightly protruding from her chest, a white and tender gap between her two slender thighs, and a small red dot on one arm. She turned out to be a girl.
With Murong Fu staring at his body, the little beggar's snow-white face turned red, and then he shuddered.
Murong Fu stretched out his hand and injected a burst of zhenqi to drive away the chill in her. He was caught in a battle between heaven and man. A voice said: "It's okay if I didn't know before. Now that I know she is a woman, I still have to help her bathe. It's so immoral."
Another voice said: "She has low self-esteem and is withdrawn. If you retreat now, it will hurt her young heart. Besides, it's nothing for a child."
The first voice said with a look of disdain: "Tsk, I obviously want it in my heart, but I still find so many reasons."
Murong Fu quickly moved towards the second voice and took the little beggar into the river to wash his body.
But he wasn't really interested in the little girl. After all, his mind was almost thirty years old, not to mention that this girl was skinny and skinny, so what interest could he have.
After the cleaning, Murong Fu used Shenzhao Qi to heal her wounds. During the whole process, the little beggar put his hands around Murong Fu's neck and looked at him motionlessly with bright eyes. It seemed that something was being born, driving away the darkness bit by bit.
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Finally, Murong Fu helped the little beggar get dressed, but he left his headband uncovered and threw the kerchief into the river with a wave of his hand.
Under the moonlight, in front of the wooden house, Murong Fu and the little beggar each held a large piece of barbecue and chewed it.
A fire was lit in front of the two of them, with branches placed on the fire and two golden-brown hares hanging from the fire. The aroma of meat wafted out.
Seeing that the little beggar was eating in a hurry, Murong Fu smiled and patted him on the back: "Eat slowly, there is still a lot." The little beggar slowed down.
After a while, the two of them wiped out all the remaining hares. Not to mention, this purely natural outdoor barbecue really has a unique flavor.
Murong Fu sighed: "I'm afraid there will be a shadow on Baozi for a long time in the future!"
Turning his head to look at the little beggar who was still licking his fingers, Murong Fu reached out and touched her slightly bulging belly, "Why, do you still want to eat?"
The little beggar nodded, Murong Fu smiled, wiped the oil stains on her cheeks with his sleeves, and said: "Eat next meal. You won't become fat after one bite. Take your time. By the way, what's your name?"
The little beggar shook his head. Remembering that he asked her her name before, Murong Fu suddenly said: "Don't you have a name?"
The little beggar nodded.
"Then let me give you a name." The little beggar looked at him expectantly.
Murong Fu thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any good name. When he saw her hair as white as snow, he said, "Let's call her Xue'er. My surname is Murong."
The little beggar had no expression on his face, but his eyes showed great happiness, and he whispered softly: "Xue...Murong... "
"Yes, Murong Xue. My name is Murong Fu, from now on you will call me brother."
Murong Xue chuckled: "Brother...brother..."
"From now on, you will be my good Xue'er." He said and kissed Murong Xue on the face.
Murong Xue rarely speaks, stutters a bit, and rarely shows expressions on her face. This may be because she rarely communicates with others since she was a child, so she still doesn't know how to speak.
When going to bed at night, Murong Fu also hugged Murong Xue directly to the bed and never let her squat in the corner. That night, both of them slept very comfortably.
Early the next morning, Murong Fu woke up and found that his face was sticky and slippery. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Murong Xue who was sticking out her pink tongue to lick his face.
Murong Fu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand and touched her head and said, "Xue'er, the way you wake me up is quite special." Murong Xue shook her head to show that she didn't understand.
It turned out that she slept very warmly and peacefully last night. When she woke up early this morning, she looked at Murong Fu's face and remembered that he kissed her last night, so she also kissed him on the face. She felt that it was not bad, so she kissed him a few more times.
Finally, I just stuck out my little tongue and added it.