Compared with last time, Cheng Jiayao didn't cry anymore this time, but was a little more cooperative. Although she still couldn't let go, she wasn't as disappointed as last time. The infatuation only lasted for half an hour. Cheng Jiayao Yao refused to continue, so Murong Fu had no choice but to let her go.
But before leaving, he handed the Heavenly Sword to her.
Cheng Jiayao looked at Murong Fu blankly, "You... why are you..."
Murong Fu smiled lightly and said, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"But...but this..." Cheng Jiayao's head was dizzy, as if she had been hit by a pie in the sky.
Murong Fu took a deep look at her, shook her hand, and put the Heavenly Sword in her hand, "You gave me your body, so why should I give you a sword? Maybe I can get yours." Heart, then it’s even more cost-effective.”
A blush appeared on Cheng Jiayao's face, and she couldn't help but ask, "You... aren't you afraid that I will give the sword to someone else and harm you again?"
Murong Fu waved his hands indifferently, "I hurt you first, and you hurt me once or twice. It doesn't matter. Let's just treat it as even."
Cheng Jiayao pursed her lips and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Murong Fu grinned, as if it was such a blessing for someone to accept the sword as a gift from him.
After Cheng Jiayao left, Murong Fu's face suddenly darkened, "Come out!"
There wasn't much movement around.
Murong Fu sneered, "Why, do you want me to invite you out?"
As he spoke, a burst of energy shot out from his fingers, and an exclamation of surprise immediately came from behind a pillar on the left side of the corridor, followed by a figure shooting out.
"You are so naive that you want to run away after breaking such a huge secret of mine." Murong Fu said in a calm tone. Seeing that the figure was about to fly out of the courtyard, he opened his hand and shook it.
"Ah!" The figure exclaimed and flew back.
Murong Fu reached out and pinched a thin and smooth neck. This was a woman.
"Let me go!" The woman struggled in panic, baring her teeth and claws, twisting her body as hard as she could, trying to turn around, but to no avail because Murong Fu grabbed her neck from behind. It would be difficult for ordinary people to be restrained by this method. Use your strength again.
The identity of this woman was also familiar to him. She was Yang Xiao's daughter, Yang Buhui. This was the second time they met, but it was the first time they heard her speak. Her voice was quite pleasant, light and delicate.
A faint fragrance passed into his nose. Murong Fu took a gentle sniff and couldn't help but praise, "It's such an intoxicating fragrance."
At this moment, Yang Buhui took out a dagger from nowhere, and with a swipe sound, a cold light sliced towards his wrist.
It was difficult for her to use force on her back in her current position, so she could only throw the dagger. In fact, from her current position, she could stab Murong Fu in the lower abdomen with her backhand. This would be more effective, but she was kind-hearted. Obviously there was no murderous intention.
Of course, it would be useless even if she had murderous intentions. With her skills as a three-legged cat, there was really nothing she could do to stop Murong Fu. However, with a slight flick of his wrist, a burst of force came out of his body, and the dagger turned away, biting. With a sound, it was inserted into the wall.
Murong Fu shook his head slightly, "Girls need to be gentler to attract men to like you. It's not good to be as fierce as you."
"Humph, if I want you to take care of it, let me go!" Yang Buhui shouted.
Murong Fu did not let go, but instead lifted her up and looked down at her cheek, "You girl is so unreasonable. You eavesdropped on my secret, and then you wanted to kill me when you caught me, and you still want me to let you go. You Do you think there are such good things in the world?"
When he and Cheng Jiayao were having fun before, he noticed someone approaching. Judging from the smell that it was a woman, he didn't pay much attention. After all, it was difficult for a man to stop at that time.
After hearing his words, Yang Buhui couldn't help but blushing on his cheeks, and he cursed in a sweet voice, "Everyone in the world says that you are debauched and lustful. When I saw you today, you really lived up to your reputation. In broad daylight, you actually... actually..."
She didn't say what it was.
Murong Fu snorted coldly, "I think Miss Yang still doesn't know what it means to be lustful. Believe it or not, I will let you know now."
Yang Buhui was startled, "Don't... don't touch me, I know."
"Oh?" Murong Fu looked at her funny, "What do you know? Tell me and let me hear it."
Yang Buhui curled his lips, "I know you are a good man, neither lewd nor lewd. You are simply the most perfect man in the world."
"Really?" Murong Fu laughed, "Then I think Miss Yang must be very fond of her and wish she could commit herself to her right away. I have no choice but to fulfill her wish."
As he spoke, he actually stretched out his hand and grabbed an indescribable part of her.
"Ah!" Yang Buhui's face instantly turned pale, tears were about to fall, and he said with a cry in his mouth, "Please don't taint my innocence, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to peek at you again.
, No, I haven’t seen anything, I haven’t heard anything, I’m not married yet, please don’t ruin my innocence..."
Murong Fu stretched out one hand in the air and saw her eyes closed, her pretty face as white as snow, and two drops of clear tears rolling down slowly. He couldn't help but feel soft, and simply changed his direction and pinched her cheek.
Unexpectedly, Yang Buhui cried even harder, with big tears falling down, "You are such a bad guy, a big pervert, how can you ask me to get married after you touched me..."
Murong Fu was speechless and couldn't touch his face? He threatened, "If you cry again, I promise to touch you in other places so that you will never get married."
Yang Buhui was so frightened that he shut up immediately. It was just that his face was touched, so it wasn't that important.
Murong Fu continued, "Now I ask questions and you answer them. If you can't answer a question, I will touch you. The position will be random. It won't be your face anyway. Do you understand?"
Yang Buhui bit his lip, his expression aggrieved. After hesitating for a long time, he finally nodded.
Murong Fu pondered for a moment, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Yang Buhui was obviously stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
"Oh," Murong Fu slapped his forehead, "It's my sweetheart, or my fiancé, do you have one?"
A hint of blush flashed on Yang Buhui's pale cheeks, "Why do you ask this?"
Murong Fu's heart sank, and he suddenly opened his hand and sucked the dagger on the wall, and then patted her trembling object, "Remember, I am asking you to answer, this time
It’s just a warning, I’ll be serious next time.”
Even though he didn't use his hands, Yang Buhui still felt extremely embarrassed and angry, his face was red and bleeding, and he gritted his teeth and said, "There is really no difference between you doing this and coming here or not!"
"Since there's no difference, I'll just use my hands." Murong Fu said, trying to catch him.
Yang Buhui immediately replied, "I said, I said, I don't... I don't have a sweetheart."
"Really?" Murong Fu saw that her cheeks were dizzy and her eyes were watery. She didn't look like she didn't have a sweetheart.
Yang Buhui cautiously probed, "Then do you want me to have it or not?"
Murong Fu chuckled, "Of course I hope Miss Yang doesn't."
"Then no!" Yang Buhui replied decisively.
Murong Fu's face darkened, "So you have it?"
"No."
"I heard that you are very familiar with Mingjiao leader Zhang Wuji. You have known him since you were a child. Is he your sweetheart?"
"How did you know?"
Murong Fu looked slightly cold, and Yang Buhui hurriedly explained, "I'm asking you how you know about this. My sweetheart is not Brother Wuji..."
When I finally realized something was wrong, I added, "I don't have a sweetheart in the first place."
Murong Fu no longer had any hope in his heart, but he still couldn't help but ask, "Is it the Yin Six Heroes of the Wudang Sect?"
"The Six Heroes of Yin?" Yang Buhui was stunned, "Who are the Six Heroes of Yin? I don't know who they are."
"You don't know him?" Murong Fu's face was full of disbelief.
Yang Buhui couldn't help but become anxious, "I really don't know him, what do you want me to say before you believe me?"
Murong Fu said quietly, "He is your mother's fiancé."
Hearing this, a complicated look flashed across Yang Buhui's face, and then he became furious, "So what, since he is my mother's fiancé, he is also my elder, how could I possibly like him!"
"That's not what you said in the original work..." Murong Fu secretly cursed. Seeing that she didn't seem to be faking, he immediately believed her. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Could it be that she hadn't met Yin Liting yet?
What’s even stranger is that her sweetheart is neither Zhang Wuji nor Yin Liting, so who else could it be?
"What do you want to ask? Ask quickly. If you don't ask, let me go." Yang Buhui urged.
Murong Fu's heart moved, and he said with a half-smile, "I really can't prove your answer to this question, why don't I ask someone who can prove it."
"what is the problem?"
"Are you still a virgin?"
When Yang Buhui heard this, his face turned red instantly, "Murong Fu, you have to kill or behead me as you please, don't even think about humiliating me."
Murong Fu also knew that this question was indeed a bit excessive, so he laughed and said, "Okay, let's get down to business, who sent you to eavesdrop?"
Yang Buhui's face softened slightly, "No one sent me here. I was just... I was just curious about what kind of person the world-famous Mr. Murong was, so I secretly came in to take a look. I didn't expect..."
At the end of the sentence, she suddenly shut up.
Murong Fu looked a little unnatural, "I didn't expect to disappoint you?"
"Very disappointed." Yang Buhui snorted coldly.
"Is it really not your father, Yang Xiao, who sent you here?"
"Since you don't believe me, why are you still asking me?"
"As expected of the eldest lady, let me tell you, you have ten sentences waiting for me." Murong Fu thought, dumbfounded, and his eyes flickered for a while, "Then can I ask Miss Yang to keep it a secret and not to spread today's incident to anyone?"
Yang Buhui snorted, "I'm afraid that if I say it, my mouth will be dirty."
Being so despised again and again, Murong Fu's patience was naturally limited, and his temper suddenly rose. He said in a cold tone, "Ms. Yang, you don't know what to ask, and your words are even more angry than mine. Could it be that you are forcing me to do something to you?"
"
"I..." Yang Buhui suddenly remembered that she was still in his hands, and his aura weakened again, "I understand, and I swear I will never tell anyone what happened just now."
"That's pretty much it." Murong Fu then let go.
Yang Buhui's neck was so sore that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Please, Miss Yang."
Yang Buhui turned around and was about to leave. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly he turned around and said, "How do you know my surname is Yang?"