Murong Tiantian met his cold eyes, her tears couldn't stop flowing, she clenched her hands tightly and said to him word by word: "Murong Fu, all the people you killed in the Murong family are mine."

Come on, please give me an explanation."

She picked up the sword and stabbed it into her body fiercely.

He snorted softly, with a painful expression on his face.

"Tiantian..." Seeing this, the old lady walked forward worriedly, reaching out to touch her.

However, Murong Tiantian turned her face and shouted: "Don't come over, no one should come over!"

She was heartbroken, heartbroken that he had killed one hundred and eighty people in the Murong Mansion for Ye Zhikuang.

What made her even more sad was that the woman she regarded as her friend was actually with Murong Fu.

The thought that life was worse than death was in her heart, and fear and helplessness were all over her heart.

Murong Fu had a cold face and ignored everything in front of him.

He was completely disappointed with Old Mrs. Murong's actions.

"Quickly, take the young lady back to the room." The old lady looked at the indifferent Murong Fu, with a cold and cruel look in her eyes.

He stretched out his hand and slapped Murong Tiantian's back hard with his palm, regardless of Murong Tiantian's roar and obstruction.

Murong Tiantian suddenly lost consciousness.

The old lady supported her before leaving, threw away the sword in her hand, looked up at Murong Fu, and said coldly: "Murong Fu, remember what I said today, take that woman out of Murong Mansion, and from now on

After that, if you are no longer a member of my Murong family and you do something treacherous with that woman, I will never be soft on you."

Murong Fu looked down at the old lady and said in a clear voice: "Old lady, you don't have to pretend to be like a saint. I will not be merciful to anything you did back then."

The night wind blew, the clear voice became colder, and the light blue robe fluttered in the air.

"I will come back sooner or later to settle that account!" He left a cold word.

The light blue figure is about to cross the air.

The Qinglong martial spirit bloomed with cyan shadows, showing off beautiful colors in the air.

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A clearing in the forest at night.

Murong Fu lit the fire and asked Ye Zhikuang to lie beside the fire to keep warm!

"Murong Fu, please untie my acupuncture points first." Ye Zhikuang's body was stiff and unable to move at all.

Murong Fu has always been unwilling to help her relieve her acupuncture points.

Damn it, what does he want to do?

"No, you have lost too much blood. If the acupuncture points are opened and the blood supply is not available, you will die from excessive blood loss."

Murong Fu reached out to untie her belt.

Ye Zhikuang stared at the hands on his chest with wide eyes, and shouted coldly: "What do you want to do?"

Murong Fu paused, looked up at Ye Zhikuang, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said softly: "The clothes on your body are full of blood, I will help you take them off and wash them, don't worry, I won't look at them.

"

"You help me relieve my acupuncture points first, and I'll do it myself." Didn't he know that men and women can't be intimate with each other? What's more, she had to protect Mo Junxie like a jade.

"No." Murong Fu stretched out his hand again.

Her coat was taken off to her arms.

At this time, Qibao jumped out from the forest, pointed at Murong Fu and shouted loudly: "Damn stinky gangster, hurry up and take your scumbag hands away from me. You think Mo Junxie isn't here, why don't you?

Can I do whatever I want?"
Chapter completed!