Ah Zi was trembling, kowtowing and begging for mercy. From Murong Fu's body, she really felt the strong murderous intention. At this moment, she deeply felt that she had never been so close to death.
"Mr. Murong, please spare me. Ah Zi is willing to be your slave and serve you all her life. She will never abandon me."
Murong Fu snorted coldly in his heart: It is indeed so.
Murong Fu always believed that people who grew up in different environments and experiences cannot be treated with the same concept.
This is like a piece of toilet paper. It is obviously going to be flushed into the sewer eventually, but some people just use it as rice paper and want to write and draw on it. It sounds ridiculous? But many people just like to do this.
The thing about using toilet paper as rice paper.
For example, for a thug who kills without blinking an eye, some people hope that one day the thug will find his conscience and preach not to repay violence with violence, but to use love to influence him.
In fact, these are all nonsense. Only by removing the thug's limbs and unscrewing its head and making it countless times more miserable than the victim can other potential thugs be frightened. The essence of morality is to tell people what they can and cannot do. Certain brains have
Isn’t it nonsense to think of using love to generate electricity while you are in love?
Human beings are the product of the social environment and the natural environment. The great teacher of Madam University once defined the concept of human beings as the collection of all social attributes.
For people like Ah Zi, her upbringing environment determines that everything about her is outside the mainstream society. Normal people follow normal social codes of conduct because this kind of behavior is beneficial to survival. And Ah Zi
Due to Zi's living environment since childhood, it was impossible for her to form this concept.
Both Qiao Feng and You Tanzhi in the original work made the same mistake. They thought that by using their own code of conduct as a standard and paying for her, they could influence her and change her.
Azi, who grew up under the laws of the jungle, was not powerful enough, so she could only be a fox, attached to the powerful tiger.
A fox will only be afraid of a tiger, but will not be moved by a loyal dog that obeys her, because emotions are not suitable for the jungle.
Murong Fu bent down and placed the glass of wine in front of Ah Zi: "Here, drink this glass of wine."
Ah Zi prayed with tears in her eyes: "Master, I'm sorry, Ah Zi just put the sweat medicine in the wine. Master, please spare Ah Zi, and Ah Zi will obey your words from now on."
"ah!"
Before he finished speaking, another gust of palm hit Ah Zi's face, and the right cheek became swollen.
Ah Zi looked at Murong Fu in horror, at a loss.
Murong Fu said coldly: "What did I just say?"
Ah Zi was stunned, seeing the murderous look in Murong Fu's eyes, and shuddered violently. Then he stood up, picked up the glass of wine, and drank it in two gulps. Because he drank so fast, he choked several times.
Murong Fu nodded slightly and said: "Where is the sacred wooden king tripod? Take it out."
A look of shock appeared on Ah Zi's face. She was just about to pretend to be dumbfounded when she saw Murong Fu wave his right index finger.
An invisible sword energy emitted from Murong Fu's fingers, instantly cutting a bowl-sized tree on the roadside into three pieces.
Before Ah Zi could react, she saw Murong Fu's finger slowly pointing at her, not giving her any time to think.
AhZi hurriedly groped through her clothes and found a small green cauldron. She held it in both hands and presented it to Murong Fu on her knees, trembling.
Murong Fu rolled up his sleeves and took the small green cauldron in his hands with a strong gust of wind. Because he was worried about the poison, he covered his hands with a layer of Beiming Qi in advance.
Murong Fu looked at it carefully and sneered: "Is this the sacred wooden king tripod that Ding Chunqiu regards as his lifeblood?"
Ah Zi hurriedly said: "It's absolutely true. I saw Ding Chunqiu using this thing to catch poisonous insects and practice martial arts with my own eyes. It's definitely the Divine Wood King Cauldron!"
Until now, she didn't want to worry about why Murong Fu knew that she had this thing on her. At this time, she just wanted to prove to Murong Fu that this thing was real, so that Murong Fu would not be unhappy and follow in the footsteps of that tree.
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Murong Fu observed carefully and found that the small tripod in his hand looked the same as the divine wood king tripod described in the original work. It seemed that Ah Zi was not lying to him.
After all, the world didn't know the existence of this thing, and Azi ran out secretly and didn't have time to forge one.
Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction, knowing that her obedience test was in place. After all, even Xiao Feng in the original novel didn't ask her to hand over this thing.
When Murong Fu used Ah Zi's survival logic to threaten her, this lawless witch finally realized that all the obedience in front of this man was in vain, because he would really crush himself to death if he was unhappy.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "You said you are willing to be my slave without any complaints?"
Ah Zi nodded quickly and said: "Everything Ah Zi said is the truth and there is no deception. Master, just believe Ah Zi!"
Ah Zi's heart was bleeding.
At this moment, she finally understood that the person in front of her was more terrifying than Ding Chunqiu. Although Ding Chunqiu was moody, over the years, Ah Zi had already figured out the temper of the old monster and coaxed him into confusion. On the surface,
, she was afraid of Ding Chunqiu, but in fact, Ding Chunqiu was the one who was fooled by her!
But Murong Fu was different. The poisonous needle hidden weapon she was so proud of was of no use to him, and this man seemed to know all the secrets about her. What made her feel most powerless was that flattery was of no use to him.
ah!
Murong Fu said: "You stole the sacred wooden cauldron of death that Old Monster Ding used to practice, and you killed two Beggar Clan disciples, and also offended Murong Gusu. Do you know what this means?"
Azi's face turned ashen: "It means that the whole world is full of people who want to kill me."
Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. As long as you give the sacred wooden king tripod to Old Monster Ding, and then use your flattery skills to coax that old monster. Maybe that old monster will really forget the past.
Already."
"But now..." Azi muttered.
"But now, the sacred wooden king tripod is in my hands, and I, Murong Fu, am the mortal enemy of Old Monster Ding."
Ah Zi's face turned pale.
She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar when she thought of the various tortures she would suffer if Old Monster Ding failed to find the sacred wooden king tripod.
She kept kowtowing and said: "Master, Azi will definitely listen to you. Master, please don't hand me over to Old Monster Ding!"
By now, she finally understood that if she fell into the hands of Murong Fu, she would just die, but if she fell into the hands of Old Monster Ding, it would really be worse than death.
Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction: "You are quite smart and can see the situation clearly. Congratulations, your life is saved now."
Azi's face lit up with joy, and just when she was about to say a few nice words, Murong Fu's next words made her heart suddenly lift.
"But whether you can survive from now on depends on whether you can do what I ask you to do next!"