Lianxing's four girls were so embarrassed that they hurriedly covered their eyes. The four girls had heard about Murong Fu's corner more than once, but when it came to real swords and guns, this was the first time they saw them. They couldn't help but feel a little curious in their hearts, and they pointed their fingers slightly.
If you look at a crack, you're looking at it secretly.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and kept moving his hands. Zhong Ling's body was naturally extremely familiar to Murong Fu. After a while, he started panting.
The four Lianxing girls no longer bothered to cover up, they all watched with wide eyes.
Zhong Ling never dared to open her eyes, her face was as red as an apple, and her charm gradually spread.
Murong Fu could no longer hold back and pressed forward directly.
Less than half an hour passed, and Zhong Ling was lying on the big bed limply, her body flushed.
Murong Fu's thoughts were still lingering, but seeing Zhong Ling's appearance, he couldn't bear to continue and suddenly turned to look at the four Lianxing girls.
The four girls' delicate bodies trembled slightly, and they turned around and ran away without thinking.
"Haha," Murong Fu raised his hand and smiled, then made a move with his hand, and a soft force flew out, wrapping the bodies of the four women and pulling them all back to the bed.
The four girls were just escaping instinctively, but they had some expectations in their hearts. They had long known that such a day would come sooner or later, not to mention that they witnessed a live erotic palace, and there was a reaction somewhere, so they didn't resist much, so they
They were pushed side by side on the bed by Murong Fu.
"Lianxing, you are the eldest sister, let me start with you." Murong Fu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed on Lianxing's chest.
Lianxing felt shy, but as Murong Fu said, as a sister, she should naturally be in front of her three younger sisters in everything, and nodded lightly.
This night, the moon and stars were sparse.
That night, some people couldn't sleep all night.
This night, I took pity on the stars two or three times and invited the moon to enjoy the spring together.
That night, Wolong listened to the wind and the flute, and the snow blew softly around his pillow.
This night was so absurd that the whole Yanziwu was covered with a veil of shyness.
Outside the attic where Murong Fu was, there were people looking at him. Each of their exquisite figures chose a place where they thought no one else would notice, listening to the corner of the wall.
At dawn the next day, Murong Fu woke up refreshed and glanced at the jade bodies lying on the bed. He felt very satisfied. No wonder the ancients said, "The hibiscus tent warms the spring for supper, and the king will not go to court early from now on." At this moment, he wanted to
Stay in this pavilion and ignore all the common things outside.
Of course, this was impossible. He shook his head and threw away the thoughts in his mind. Murong Fu softly called out, "Xiao Zhao."
With a creak, Xiao Zhao walked in with a basin of hot water and said softly, "Master, Xiao Zhao will help you wash and change clothes."
Murong Fu nodded. Xiao Zhao was always outside. He knew that this girl was really lovable.
Back at Shenheyuan, Li Mochou was already waiting here.
It was early spring at this time, and there was a slight chill in the dewy breeze. When Murong Fu saw that Li Mochou's hair was slightly moist, he knew that she had been waiting for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity, "You have been waiting for a long time, why not
Go in?"
Li Mochou turned around, a ray of warmth flashed in her eyes, shook her head and said, "With this little chill, I can't help but disciple."
"Have they all arrived?" Murong Fu asked.
Li Mochou muttered, "We're all here."
"Oh? So fast?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, that's all. But one month is definitely not enough to get from Wangwushan and Piaomiao Peak to Yanziwu. After all, not everyone is like him.
Traveling quickly does not consume any internal energy.
"Master, please give me your order. Who dares to slack off even a little bit?" Li Mochou let out a cold breath, her tone full of murderous intent, as if she would kill anyone who dared to disobey Murong Fu's order.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, "You are a bit evil. Pay attention to cultivating yourself. Otherwise, you will have inner demons sooner or later, and you will not need to take action in future assassination missions."
Li Mochou was slightly startled, "But some masters are extremely difficult to deal with. If the disciple doesn't take action..."
Murong Fu shook his head, "There are so many killers in the palace, just leave it to them. And didn't you accept two disciples? It's time to let them share some of the pressure."
Thinking of the two disciples, a rare tenderness flashed in Li Mochou's eyes, and she said softly, "Wu Shuang is decisive and ruthless in his actions. He can barely stand alone, but Ling Bo has a strong nature and does things unscrupulously, so the disciples are a little worried..."
"It doesn't matter, people always need to train. If you always protect them, they may not become great people." Murong Fu didn't care. For him, even if he let these two little girls act as the masters of the palace, it would be a big deal.
He can't make a big deal out of him, but he is still his disciple, so he should be given some care.
"Yes!" Since Murong Fu didn't care, Li Mochou was happy and agreed immediately.
After a moment of silence, Li Mochou suddenly said, "Master, back then... back then, my disciple did not kill Lu Zhanyuan's family."
"Oh?" A look of surprise flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He didn't expect that Li Mochou would take the initiative to discuss the matter with him.
Murong Fu thought for a moment, then he came to his senses, smiled slightly, and said, "It doesn't matter, who you kill or who you don't kill is your business. Do you remember what my master once told you, as long as you are strong enough, you can
You can do whatever you want, and I, the Murong family, are not afraid of anyone, so even if you kill them, it doesn't matter."
"Yes!" Li Mochou felt relieved, and a warm feeling filled her heart. The last time she was surrounded by Fang Zheng and the others, they pointed out that she went to Lujiazhuang to kill Lu Zhanyuan's family, although Murong Fu didn't say anything.
What, but she was still worried that Murong Fu would have a grudge, so she explained it specially.
"Instruct everyone, we will gather in the underground palace in half an hour." Murong Fu ordered and stepped into his room.
Murong Xue was sitting cross-legged in the room. When she saw Murong Fu coming back, she couldn't help but give him a faint look, "Those four girls should have got their wish."
Murong Xue has a close relationship with Lian Xing and the four girls. The reason why she allowed Murong Fu to act recklessly last night was because he wanted to take care of Lian Xing and the others. If it were anyone else, Murong Xue would definitely not be so indifferent because of his stinginess.
Murong Fu stared blankly at Murong Xue's tired eyes and haggard face, and couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, "Xue'er, you have worked hard these days."
"What's so hard about this? Who wouldn't want to with the power in hand?" Murong Xue replied nonchalantly.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Among the people I brought back yesterday, only Zhu'er and Xiao Zhao can be trusted. Please pay attention to the others."
"I know," Murong Xue waved her hand, "That's all for the rest. The woman named Huang is actually a Jiuyin Juemui. Is my brother planning on her?"
A look of disdain flashed across Murong Fu's face. To others, the Jiuyin Juemai was a terminal disease, but to Murong Fu, it was a great tonic. Now that his skills have reached the realm of transformation, where gods and humans can be transformed into humans, he wants to
Taking a step further, it feels as if it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
So when he learned about Huang Ying's Jiuyin Juemui identity, he had no intention of letting go of this tonic. With her, his internal strength could at least increase by three points out of thin air.
Although with his current martial arts, who else in the world would be his opponent, who would think that his inner strength is so deep, and he also wants to know what wonderful things will happen in the end if this inner strength continues to grow.
The two of them talked to each other, and most of the things they talked about were what happened to Murong Fu on Xia Ke Island. Occasionally, they would also discuss martial arts. However, Murong Xue was not very interested in martial arts and would often say one or two sentences.
, and changed the topic.
Half an hour later, Murong Fu and Murong Xue went out hand in hand to the underground palace.
At this moment, the main hall in the center of the underground palace was already quite lively, with about two hundred people gathered, including four ministers, some unfamiliar faces wearing armor, and some dressed as martial arts people. There were three or four of them.
Gathered together, they were talking about something, some were frowning, some were smiling, and so on.
"Sister Rou'er, do you think that bad guy has forgotten us a long time ago?" Next to a pillar, stood two fair-faced and pretty women. One of them in white was facing the other in purple.
The woman whispered.
When the woman in purple saw the woman in white worrying about gains and losses, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Sister Shui, where does the word 'we' come from? I don't have much to do with the young master, so it's normal for him to forget about me."
"Go," the woman in white gave her a rolling look, "I don't know who it is. I dreamed about him last night and said, 'Master, please have mercy on Rou'er...' and now he says it doesn't matter."
She seems to be imitating other people's speech, and her voice is squeaky and annoying.
The woman in purple who was called Rou'er was immediately embarrassed and reached out to scratch the woman in white. The two of them laughed and laughed.
On the other side, at the front of the hall, stood four people. One of them had a gray beard and a serious expression. He was Deng Baichuan, the head of the four ministers.
It was Gong Yeqian, and behind them there was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a tall and thin man, but they were Bao BuTong and Feng BoE.
"Hey, third brother, look at you. You've gained a lot of weight. Could it be that you're lining your own pockets?" Feng Bo evil looked at the bag up and down and said with a smile without any scruples.
Bao Bubu looked at his nose and his heart, without even looking at Feng Bo. He just said lightly, "You don't have to come to me to settle the expenses of Lingxiao Pavilion next month. I'll eat them all."
The corner of Feng Bo's mouth twitched, his face trembled, and he said hurriedly, "Third brother, please don't, I know I was wrong."
But Bao BuTong seemed to have heard something extremely surprised, his eyes widened like bells, "Fourth brother, my brother only needs your monthly salary, and you actually care about it like this?"
Feng Bo had a bitter look on his face, "This is not brother's salary, it's the salary of hundreds of people. If the third brother withholds it, the little belongings he has will definitely be eaten up. Brother hasn't taken a wife yet.
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At the southeast corner of the main hall, there stood a woman wearing armor and with a heroic appearance. Her eyes were bright, the stars were bright and the moon was bright, her body was graceful, as delicate as a spring flower, as beautiful as the morning glow, her grace was pure, unparalleled, and bright.
Fang Wu, but a hint of sadness flashed across his face from time to time, which made people feel a little pity at first sight.