Murong Fu spurted out a mouthful of blood, slapped the ground several times, and fell unconscious.

When he woke up, it was already the next morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bao BuTong's big face, and he kept saying in his broken voice: "No, no, I think the young master must be

It was because he showed great power that he drove the enemy away and accidentally bumped into him..."

Murong Fu almost hit him in the face with his palm.

He waved his hand and told the four ministers to get out quickly, leaving only Aju Abi to take care of him.

He originally wanted to be an ostrich and forget about it, but he didn't expect that not long after the four ministers left, Wang Yuyan came.

Once again, he was reminded of what happened last night, completely breaking his defense.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Let me know who these two sneak attacks are, and I will skin them, cramp them, and cut them into pieces with a thousand knives!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped his palm on the bed frame next to him.

"Kacha!"

"Boom!"

"Nan Murong's" palm power was indeed extraordinary. He hit the bed frame with one palm and the whole bed was turned into splinters. This soft palm power was worthy of the world-famous name of "Dou Chuan Xing Yi".

It's just that he ignored one thing, he was still lying on the bed...

"biaji."

Murong Fu felt like his body was empty, and he squatted down and hit the ground. His tailbone felt as if it was broken into four or five pieces.

"Ahhhh! Rats! I want you to die!!!"
Chapter completed!