Six hundred and sixtieth chapters catch a straight
"Hmph, didn't you say that I would go to hell and fall to hell? If I die, you will definitely find me if you go to hell." Zhao Min muttered softly. It turned out that she was pretending to sleep in the morning, "I will definitely be at Naihe Bridge."
Waiting for you."
"This girl is getting more and more outrageous. She can actually say such disgusting words. I'm so touched!" Murong Fu wailed in his heart and almost fell completely. He immediately hugged Zhao Min's waist tightly.
, I can’t wait to rub it into my body.
"Big pervert, what are you doing!" Immediately, Zhao Minfen shouted with a red face, and her body trembled slightly because a strange hand had already reached into her lapel and pressed against the soft piece.
For a moment, the touching atmosphere in the room was gone, and waves of lust were exuding. Zhao Min couldn't struggle, so she had no choice but to let Murong Fu indulge in his sibling lust.
After about a stick of incense passed, Zhao Min gasped and fell into Murong Fu's arms, and Murong Fu let her go.
"You are really getting worse and worse. Hum, next time you do this, I will ignore you!" After Zhao Min packed up his clothes, he glared at Murong Fu and said.
Murong Fu smiled. He also felt that he seemed to be becoming more and more indulgent. It was not a good sign if things continued like this.
Zhao Min picked up the dragon-slaying knife on the ground and handed it to Murong Fu, "Here, here it is!"
Murong Fu looked at the dragon-slaying knife and then at Zhao Min, but did not take the knife. He smiled slightly and said, "Minmin, when will you stop plotting against me?"
Zhao Min was startled for a moment, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he said in a coquettish tone, "What are you talking about? It's so good, why should I plot against you? Besides, they also have good intentions, so forget it if you don't accept it."
As he spoke, his little mouth pouted slightly, and he put the dragon-slaying knife back in anger.
Murong Fu did not speak, but looked at Zhao Min quietly, until her face became slightly unnatural, then he said, "You snatched the dragon-slaying sword, firstly, to weaken the power of the Mingjiao, and secondly, you can blame the Murong family.
The situation between the Mingjiao and the Murong family became dire, San's words..."
Murong Fu paused and took a deep look at Zhao Min, "If I'm not wrong, it won't be long before two news will spread in the world. One Xie Xun reappeared in the world, and a dragon-slaying knife fell on Murong's family.
In hand."
"At that time, the attention of the entire world will be on Xie Xun, the Mingjiao and the Murong family. For the Yuan Dynasty, without the trouble caused by these Mingjiao and other Jianghu sects, the difficulty of marching into the Central Plains will be greatly reduced. And you, who facilitated all this
, it can be remembered as a great achievement, am I wrong in what I said, princess?"
Murong Fu had a slight sneer on his face, perhaps out of fear of Zhao Min. Every move she made or a word she casually said made him habitually think deeply about Zhao Min's risk of grabbing the dragon-slaying knife.
Maybe she really had the idea of giving herself a knife, but her code of conduct was to do it with one stone.
Zhao Min looked at Murong Fu blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.
Murong Fu looked at his expression and said that he had guessed correctly. Unexpectedly, the next moment, two drops of clear tears fell from the corners of Zhao Min's eyes. His face became extremely pale, and his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything.
Murong Fu was startled for a moment, and then he saw Zhao Min rushing forward, and fists like raindrops fell on his chest. The difference from the past was that this time, Zhao Min used his true energy, almost punching to the flesh.
With a cry in his mouth, he said, "You are a big bad guy and a heartless person. People have treated you like that, and you still doubt them! Who do you think I am, Zhao Min? If I wanted to plot against you, you would have been dead for dozens of years."
Come back, you ungrateful person, I will beat you to death..."
Murong Fu was immediately startled. He remembered how Zhao Min was so obedient to him in bed last night. Except for that last step, he almost completely let go of his dignity and did everything humiliating for him. What about a woman who gave everything to him?
Will it really harm him?
After figuring out the joints, Murong Fu regretted it greatly. He was so clever that he was misled by his cleverness.
Because he felt guilty, Murong Fu simply withdrew his body-protecting energy. Zhao Min was very good at it. After throwing several punches, Murong Fu spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Zhao Min was stunned for a moment, a look of distress flashed across his face, but when he thought about how unbearable Murong Fu had just said, he suddenly became angry and bullied him, biting him on the shoulder, and his teeth penetrated three points of the flesh.
.
Murong Fu felt a sharp pain coming over him, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.
After a long while, Zhao Min let go, and Murong Fu's shoulders were already blood red, with blood flowing freely.
Zhao Min suddenly felt distressed. With a "Zila" sound, he tore off the hem of his skirt and went to help Murong Fu bandage it.
Murong Fu stretched out his hand to stop it and said with a bitter smile, "Minmin, are you a dog? Why did you bite me again?"
"Hmph!" Zhao Min snorted coldly, turned her little face to the side, and said coldly, "I can't wait to bite you to death for being such a heartless person."
"Min Min," Murong Fu straightened her cheek and said seriously, "I am all self-righteous and smart. I'm sorry for you, please don't be angry, okay?"
He has to admit when he makes a mistake and stand up straight when he is beaten. These have always been his tried-and-tested tactics when dealing with women.
"Humph," Zhao Min snorted and said nothing, but his expression softened a lot.
"Ouch," Murong Fu suddenly cried out in pain, his face turned pale, his facial features began to twist, and he said intermittently, "Minmin, you... did you... bite off my blood vessels, why did I... I
…”
As he spoke, he looked out of breath.
Sure enough, Zhao Min was shocked. When he took off Murong Fu's clothes, he saw two rows of deep impressions on his shoulders. A small piece of flesh had almost completely fallen off and he was bleeding.
"You're lucky enough to stop the bleeding!" Zhao Min looked shocked as he said this while touching the golden sore medicine on his body.
But seeing that Murong Fu didn't move for a long time, Zhao Min couldn't help but be stunned, "Do you want to die? Hurry up!"
"Min Min," Murong Fu smiled bitterly, "If you are not willing to forgive me, then what's the point of living for me? Just let me die."
"I forgive..." Zhao Min blurted out, but before the word "you" came out, he suddenly paused, and then his face turned cold, "Humph, you can die if you like, but don't die in my room.
, please get out."
After Murong Fu was seen through, he simply stopped pretending and his face returned to normal in an instant. A burst of milky white light flashed through the wound on his shoulder, which stopped the bleeding and healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Min simply turned around and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Murong Fu felt that he could not continue to make trouble, otherwise he would really piss off Zhao Min, and he was afraid that he would regret it. He stretched out his hand and gently put his arm around Zhao Min's waist, "Minmin, actually, it doesn't matter even if you plot against me, I won't blame you.
your."
Zhao Min turned around, her long eyelashes full of tears, "I just realized today that in your heart, I have always been an out-and-out witch, and I only want to plot against you and harm you."
Murong Fu shook his head and said with a sincere face, "In my heart, you are indeed a witch, but you are the witch I like. I have always believed that you will not really harm me."
"real?"
"real!"
Zhao Min suddenly smiled, and he really responded to those words. Even a thousand words can't be as good as one sentence, "I like you."
Looking at her pear blossoms with rain, Murong Fu's heart moved and he couldn't help but slowly put his mouth to her mouth.
Zhao Min seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks were slightly red, her eyes slowly closed, and her face was slightly raised.
"You guys..." But at this moment, an extremely discordant voice sounded from the doorway, even mixed with a bit of biting chill.
The two of them were shocked and turned around to see Zhou Zhiruo standing at the door. They had forgotten to close the door.
The three of them looked at each other, and they could even feel each other's bodies stiffen.
Murong Fu felt guilty, and he let go of his hands and was about to retreat, but Zhao Min suddenly stretched out his hands, wrapped them around his neck, moved his mouth up, and kissed Murong Fu.
"This..." Murong Fu's eyes widened. He never expected that Zhao Min would suddenly do this. At this moment, his mind went blank, except for one thought that kept flashing across his mind, "Being caught red-handed, this..."
It’s over now…”
This was the first time that Zhao Min took the initiative to kiss a man in front of a third person. For a woman in this world, it was shocking. You can imagine how shy she felt, but the thought of being able to dominate her in front of her love rival
This man, a thrilling and refreshing feeling arises spontaneously, and he even sticks out his lilac uvula...
"You're looking for death!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted coldly, and the Heavenly Sword buzzed and trembled. With a "zheng" sound, it was automatically unsheathed. It spun around in the air, and actually slashed out of thin air with a half-moon-shaped white sword.
The sword energy slashed towards Zhao Min at extremely fast speed.
During the whole process, Zhou Zhiruo didn't move at all. Murong Fu was shocked. He didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to be so talented. In just over a month, he had mastered the sword-swinging technique to such an advanced level.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Murong Fu wrapped one arm around Zhao Min's waist, tapped his toes on the ground, and slid back, narrowly avoiding the sword energy.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, then let go, swaying her body, grabbing the Yitian Sword in the air with her backhand, bringing out a series of afterimages, and went straight to Zhao Min.
"Zhiruo!" Murong Fu shouted lowly, but seeing that Zhou Zhiruo showed no intention of stopping, he hurriedly moved away.
Zhou Zhiruo missed the first blow and struck out with another sword. The Yitian Sword turned smoothly in her hand. In the blink of an eye, the sword shadow appeared all over the sky, covering Murong Fu and the two of them. However, the target of those sword shadows was still dead.
Locked in Zhao Min.
Murong Fu had no choice but to make a sword formula with his left hand. He raised the fingers of his right hand together and counted points toward the void. After checking the time, several sword energy shot out. He only heard a rapid sound of "chichichichi" and seven or eight sword energy.
The sword shadow was shattered, and then the sword shadow in the sky disappeared.
"Zhiruo, please be patient..." Before Murong Fu finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo flicked his wrist, and the Yitian Sword flew straight out, turning into a white rainbow and pointing directly at Zhao Min. The momentum was so strong that he had used all his strength.