Murong Tiantian met his cold eyes, tears couldn't stop flowing, his hands were clenched tightly, and he said word by word to him: "Murong Fu, the people you have killed in the Murong family are all suffered by me, please give me an explanation." ”

She picked up her sword and stabbed it hard into her body.

He snorted softly, a pained expression on his face.

"Sweet ......" Seeing this, the old lady walked forward worriedly and stretched out her hand to touch her.

However, Murong Tiantian turned his face and roared: "Don't come over, don't come over anyone!" ”

She was heartbroken, and her heart hurt that he killed one hundred and eighty lives in Murong Mansion for Ye Zhimadness.

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

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

Murong Fu had a cold face, ignoring everything in front of him.

He was already disappointed in Murong Old Lady's approach.

"Quick, take the young lady back to her room." The old lady looked at the indifferent Murong Fu, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

Stretching out his hand, regardless of Murong Tiantian's roar and stopping, he slapped Murong Tiantian's back fiercely with a palm.

Murong Tiantian suddenly lost consciousness.

The old lady helped her before leaving, threw away the sword in her hand, looked up at Murong Fu, and said coldly: "Murong Fu, you remember what I said today, take that woman out of Murong Mansion, from now on, you are no longer a member of my Murong family, if you do something rebellious with that woman, I will definitely not 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 won't be soft on everything you did back then." ”

The night breeze blew, the crisp sound became colder, and the pale blue robes fluttered in the air.

"I'll come back sooner or later to settle that account!" Left a cold word.

The pale blue figure was about to streak through the air.

The Blue Dragon Martial Spirit bloomed with a cyan shadow, showing off its beautiful colors in the air.

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At night, a clearing in the forest.

Murong Fu lit the fire and let Ye Zhimad lie down by the fire to keep warm!

"Murong Fu, you first unravel my acupoint." Ye Zhifang froze and couldn't move at all.

Murong Fu has been reluctant to help her solve her acupoints.

Damn, what does he want to do?

"No, you have lost too much blood, if you open the acupuncture points and the blood supply is not available, you will die of excessive blood loss."

Murong Fu reached out to untie her clothes.

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

Murong Fu paused, looked up at Ye Zhimad, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he said in a soft and light tone: "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 it." ”

"You help me solve the acupuncture points first, and I'll do it myself." He doesn't know if men and women are kissed, not to mention, she has to defend herself like jade for Mo Junxie.

"Nope." Murong Fu's hand reached out again.

Her outer garment was stripped down to her arm.

At this time, Qibao jumped out of the forest, pointed at Murong Fu and scolded loudly: "Damn stinky rascal, hurry up and get your cheap hand away for me, do you think that Mo Junyi is not here, you can do whatever you want?" ”

After scolding Murong Fu, Qibao pointed his finger at Ye Zhimad again, and roared even more angrily: "And you, you ......"