The next day, Murong Tietong and Jin were buried in the Murong family's ancestral grave.
Murong Feixue knelt in front of Murong Tietong and Jin's graves and kowtowed three times: "Father, mother, I will take you back to your ancestral graves."
Then, Huahua brought up Murong Xiangxiang, who was already a disabled person and extremely ugly. Murong Feixue looked at Murong Xiangxiang with deep hatred in her eyes: "Murong Xiangxiang, today I will use your blood,
Come to worship my father and my mother!"
"Hahahaha..." Murong Xiangxiang said crazily: "Murong Feixue! I really hate you! You killed my father and my mother. I can't wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood! If you kill me, our whole family
We can still reunite hahahaha!!! I'm waiting for you below!"
Murong Feixue's mind was not affected by Murong Xiangxiang at all. Murong Xiangxiang had been tied up by her for so long and had already become mentally unstable. With the knife in her hand, Murong Xiangxiang had gone to another world to reunite with Murong Zhongtong.
"Feixue, are you okay?" Fuxi looked at Murong Feixue worriedly. Murong Feixue had been sitting blankly in the yard for a long time since Murong Tietong and Jin were buried.
Behind Fuxi were Huahua, who looked worried, and Shennong, who was always looking at Huahua. Both of them looked at Murong Feixue worriedly.
Murong Feixue spent a whole afternoon reminiscing. In the memory of the bloody female demon cat, everyone was full of malice. Only Murong Tietong and Jinshi gave her all the warmth and love. Short
In just a few days of getting along, Murong Feixue could also feel that precious love.
Now, Murong Tietong and the Jin family have been buried, and their great revenge has been avenged, but Murong Feixue feels that there is something empty. It is as if the meaning of the existence of the female demon cat has been erased, nothing exists, only a piece of information from
The blood of Nuwa’s descendants, but what about love? Where about warmth?
Seeing the deep loneliness on Murong Feixue's face, Fuxi couldn't help it anymore. He stepped forward and hugged Murong Feixue tightly: "Feixue, what on earth are you thinking about? There is Shennong beside you, and
Huahua, Pai Niang and the others...and me, what are you afraid of?"
Feeling the warmth of Fuxi's embrace, Murong Feixue's heart was like a warm sunset in the evening, surrounded by warm breath. Murong Feixue hugged Fuxi back fiercely and whispered in Fuxi's ear: "
Fuxi, how lucky I am to meet you."
Fuxi trembled when he heard this, and a wave of heat rushed from his heart to his brain. Fuxi felt that he must be crazy, otherwise how could he kiss Murong Feixue fiercely on the lips without any scruples or considerations?
Go down!
Murong Feixue felt the kiss, as if confirming their feelings for each other, immersed in this passionate and gentle kiss.
As for the people who are making soy sauce on the sidelines? Huahua said that she also understands the principle of not seeing inappropriate behavior!
After the long kiss, Murong Feixue felt that she was a little out of breath, but looking at Fuxi who was holding his breath until his face turned purple, Murong Feixue became playful again: "Young man, your skills are not good, my mother doesn't."
Have you been trained?"
Fuxi is a man! How could Murong Feixue be allowed to question this aspect of his content? For a moment, his pride took over: "Why not! I have experienced hundreds of battles!"
Seeing the innocent Fuxi pretending to be a dandy, Murong Feixue had a bad smile on his lips: "Really? Why do I feel that some people are novices, just like the teenagers who were sent to me in the past?
