[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Murong Fu of Attack

Chapter 9

Deeper and more exposed.

The beauty leans against the window, the moonlight is boundless.

Even Murong Fu, who doesn't have much appreciative vision, has to admit that this is really a beautiful scene.

But it would be even better if this beautiful woman was not leaning against his window, and she didn't have the sword in her hand.

Reluctantly getting up, Murong Fu put on a coat and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Hey, don't you talk to beautiful women?" The girl seemed to have never thought that she would be left out, and she was obviously very confident in her appearance.

Do have the capital of self-confidence.

Judging from Murong Fu VIII's experience, this girl can definitely be ranked among the top three beauties he has ever seen.

——Although in fact he hasn't seen many beauties, after all, it's not easy to be an upright official!

Hey, it's all tears.

Of course the girl was very dissatisfied with Murong Fu's silence.

With a throw of her bare hand, the long sword in her hand fell onto the table in front of Murong Fu.

The heavy sword slapped on the wooden table, and one could even feel the table trembling slightly due to the impact.

But there was no sound.

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, with a smile on his lips.

The girl was a little more satisfied.

She leaned forward, sat beside Murong Fu very casually, and sized him up carefully.

"You look really good-looking."

She looked at him intently: "You are prettier than all the men I have ever met, even better than Ah Huang!" She rolled her eyes, as if recalling "A Huang", "However, although you are good-looking, you Not as masculine as Ah Huang. Thinking about it this way, you two are evenly matched!"

Murong Fu quietly listened to her ranking his appearance there, neither angry nor annoyed, without saying a word.

He didn't even open his mouth to ask that "Ah Huang"—is it a person's name or a dog's name?

Seeing him like this, the girl pouted again: "Could it be that, although you are handsome, you are dumb? But I never heard that you are dumb?"

Hey, finally got to the point.

Murong Fu said that he waited anxiously.

"Then what have you heard?" Murong Fu asked.

"Hey, you finally spoke!" The girl clapped her hands lightly, but instead of answering him, she asked with a smile, "Do you want to know my name?"

Murong Fu also smiled: "Okay, do you dare to ask the girl's name?"

The girl frowned: "My name is Zhui'er."

"Oh, Miss Zhui'er."

"I know your name too."

"Oh?"

"Your name is Su Yun, right?" Zhui'er seemed to think for a moment, and then said, "You still have a name, Murong Fu, the Fu of poetry and song Fu."

Murong Fu took a sip of tea: "Yes."

"But your name is no longer Murong Fu, your name is Murong Fu now, right?"

Murong Fu pretended not to understand.

Zhui'er didn't seem to force him to understand, and continued on her own: "This Fu is much better than the Fu of poetry and songs! This is the Fu of Fu Guo! I just feel sorry for the original owner of this name, hey, I don’t know what name is engraved on his tombstone? It’s not even a tombstone, right?”

Murong Fu stopped talking.

Zhui'er didn't speak anymore.

The whole room fell into an eerie silence.

——Until a bright yellow sword qi tore the silence.

The sword energy was extremely strong, and it charged towards Zhuo'er with the hostility of a sure hit!

However, Zhui'er easily dodged it.

She floated back to the window, like a weightless piece of paper.

But it was just this piece of paper that easily dodged Murong Fu's fierce sword aura just now.

instead--

hurt him.

Murong Fu felt his body loosen, he hastily used his sword to prop himself up and did not fall to the ground.

On his abdomen, the white underwear could no longer cover his warm blood.

And by the window, on the tip of the unsheathed sword in Zhui'er's hand, there was also scarlet blood slowly sliding down.

Hearing the sound of his own blood dripping to the ground, Murong Fu suddenly wanted to laugh.

It doesn't matter whether it's prison clothes or inner clothes.

——Why do you always wear white clothes when you die?

Speaking of white clothes, he thought of the person who always wore white clothes on weekdays.

He didn't expect that he didn't die at the hands of that person, but he was about to die in this place where he lived. He didn't even know who the person who killed him was.

It's really funny.

So, he laughed.

This laughter is full of desolation and inexplicable relief, which is particularly obvious in the silent night.

However, no one in the entire inn came out to inquire.

They probably won't be able to get out.

"Did you kill them?" Murong Fu only felt that his vision became more and more blurred, and even his voice lowered.

"I, I didn't. They were just stunned." For some reason, Zhuo'er's voice sounded more unstable than his, as if extremely flustered, "Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you! real!"

She really didn't want to hurt him, she didn't have any murderous intent on her body.

That's why he underestimated the enemy, deliberately avoided her vital points, and missed her.

What's more, he didn't expect at all——

The system did not activate emergency measures.

No, the system not only failed to save him, but forced him to suffer the sword.

If it weren't for the momentary stagnation of internal energy, how could he not even have the strength to avoid it!

......why?

Does the system want him dead?

Maybe.

—and now he might indeed be dying.

Holding his last breath, he looked up at Zhui'er who seemed to have been frightened stupid: "... Are you sent by the dog emperor?"

Zhui'er: "...what?"

Murong Fu: "..."

His life was put in, and he made a mistake.

He is also...

drunk.

The darkness swept in, and he vaguely heard Zhui'er talking to someone in a panic.

Can't hear clearly.

Before losing all consciousness, his last thought was——

When the flute is played, will it really snow?

I really want to see it...

***

Once upon a time there was a house with a bed and a person lying on the bed.

This person has been in a coma for more than half a month.

Even if he looks particularly haggard because of hovering between life and death, this person is still good-looking.

It's no wonder that since that day, Zhui'er has been thinking about him every day.

The eyebrows are too delicate.

Too bad it's a man.

Ah Huang sighed, spooned a spoonful of the medicine, and gently fed it to the man's mouth.

Originally, he shouldn't have done this job, but it's a pity that the only female disciple in the sect, Zhui'er, was punished for retreating because of hurting this person, so it's too much work for him who is the only one who can.

I don't know when this person will wake up.

If he didn't wake up again, the head of the sect would knock down the roof of the main hall.

Although he was very happy to see the headmaster so angry for the first time, he didn't want the headmaster to really piss him off.

Ah Huang was thinking wildly while taking another spoonful of medicine.

But as soon as he handed the spoon to the man's mouth, he saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes are like a pair of high-quality agate stones wrapped in cold air.

And inside, his shadow is reflected.

Ah Huang felt his heart beat faster uncontrollably, almost spilling the medicine on the man's face.

Fortunately, the man closed his eyes again.

Without the gaze of the agate stones, his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

Gently holding the man's pulse, Ah Huang softly said: "You are fine, but the wound is troublesome and it will take some time to fully heal. Do you still feel pain?"

"It doesn't hurt, thank you." The voice was as cold as those eyes, but it was inexplicably pleasant.

Ah Huang's hand trembled again, and he calmly said: "If you wake up, then get up and drink this medicine, okay?"

The man stopped talking.

Ah Huang was helpless.

Although the man woke up, his wounds had not healed yet.If he didn't take the medicine, he might have to go back to the Palace of Hades again.

Thinking of this, Ah Huang had no choice but to pick up the medicine bowl, sit closer to him, and then reached out extremely quickly, sealing all the acupuncture points/channels of this person with ease.

The man was startled, and a pair of scissored pupils opened and stared at him.

Ah Huang, who was being watched again, calmed down a little, and said with a gentle smile: "The medicine can't be stopped."

The person on the bed: "..."

This person is of course Murong Fu.

He was injured that day, and he thought he would die for sure.

Unexpectedly, he was rescued.

He was so badly injured at that time, and Shi Wang was able to treat him after a little delay, but he did not die.

In other words, someone rescued him immediately after he fell into a coma.

Obviously not Zhui'er.

If she wanted to save him, she wouldn't have stood by the window for so long.

But at least he could know that the person who saved him was there at the time.

And it is very likely that it is the person who talked to Zhui'er.

So......

Are those who hurt him and those who saved him the same group?

It seemed that they really hadn't thought of killing him.

So who are they?

Murong Fu couldn't figure it out.

But now he couldn't care less about that.

He felt the medicine juice spreading in his mouth, and couldn't bear to stare at the young man who was still concentrating on feeding the medicine——

What kind of medicine is this? ? ?

This is too bitter! ! !

Are you sure this is for people to eat and not for donkeys? ? ?

Seemingly seeing his pain, suffering and struggling, Ah Huang comforted him: "Good boy, we'll finish the drink right away."

"......There are many?"

"There's only half a bowl left."

"..."

seriously.

He felt that Zhui'er's sword...

poked lightly...

I don't know where she is now, if she has time.

Can you consider making another cut? ! !