Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

At this time, although Murong Fu appeared on the surface, there was a faint killing intent.

But he knew clearly that as long as he dared to talk nonsense again, he would definitely be shot to death by Murong Fu.

"You're cruel, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without a trace of remembrance.

"Huh? This person is decisive." Murong Fu nodded in praise, then turned to look at Lai Wenjun who looked disappointed.

"Hey, Lao Lai, why don't you hurry up and thank my young master?" Deng Baichuan said loudly.

"Oh, thank you, I'm not dead?" Lai Wenjun shook his head and sat down on the chair.

Picking up the medicinal wine on the table, he gulped down a few gulps.

"Hehe, it seems that you really want to die?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"No, I don't want to die." Lai Wenjun shook his head: "I just don't want to live in disappointment."

"Well, live as long as you live? There is always hope." Deng Baichuan persuaded.

Lai Wenjun still had a look of bitterness and hatred: "Can you imagine the end-time scene where the people will be devastated and the people will not be able to live?"

"What...how do you say that?" Deng Baichuan asked puzzled.

"Hmph, do you know what kind of virtue the Yuan people are?" Lai Wenjun asked without answering.

"What does virtue have to do with us?" Deng Baichuan said indifferently.

Lai Wenjun glanced at Deng Baichuan angrily: "Play the piano to the cow, play the piano to the cow!"

"It's nothing more than killing half of the population and enslaving the rest." Murong Fu replied indifferently.

Lai Wenjun was taken aback for a moment, and said in admiration:

"As expected of Mr. Murong, all you know is the details, that's what you did when you were in chaos."

Deng Baichuan said angrily: "What do you mean? My young master just saved your life, yet you are mocking me here?"

"Hmph, I'm telling the truth." Lai Wenjun didn't give in at all.

Murong Fu knew that the other party was alluding to his ancestors, but he was not angry:

"I, Murong Fu, don't want to talk about the past."

"But in the future, you just need to know that half of my Han blood flows through my body."

After finishing speaking, he handed the stone from the shopkeeper to Lai Wenjun.

"It's so hot!" Lai Wenjun reached out to grab it subconsciously, but he yelled loudly when he was hot.

Then, after a long reaction, he said in disbelief, "I never thought you would be that lucky man."

"Hehe, I have been lucky since I was born." Murong Fu replied with a smile.

"What about the painting?" Lai Wenjun asked.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Leave it to my wife, they will come down immediately."

"Oh, that's okay, if you continue to put it in the boss's place, I'm afraid..." Lai Wenjun hadn't finished speaking.

There was a sound from upstairs, and then the figure of the boss rolled down from upstairs.

He was holding the ancestral picture scroll of his family in his arms.

"Not good!" Lai Wenjun looked carefully and yelled.

But before everyone could react, the boss had already fallen down, laying on the ground and twitching non-stop.

"What's going on?" Murong Fu asked A'Zhu and Abi who were following them.

Abi and Abi also looked panic-stricken, and explained:

"This man was walking, and suddenly he twisted and fell down."

Murong Fu said: "Maybe it's because he hasn't calmed down yet."

The proprietress at the side also hurriedly greeted the buddy and helped the boss up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the boss was turned over, a column of blood rose into the sky.

The boss's neck was cut open by the broken bowl.

Blood spurted out on the roof, and fell on everyone with a "tick" and "tick".

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Murong Fu, who didn't react for a long time.

After a few breaths, the boss didn't get angry at all, and he couldn't help but murmured: "This...is he dead?"

It's not that he doesn't want to save it, but that this bleeding speed can't be saved at all.

Unless he can practice the divine illumination to perfection, everything will be in vain.

"Sigh, supernatural powers are no match for destiny. Their family has enjoyed the wealth brought by this painting for seven generations."

"I will naturally bear the consequences of this painting."

"This is life!" Lai Wenjun sighed, slightly disappointed.

It seemed that what he saw was not the death of the boss, but the demise of the Song Kingdom.

"Wuuu~ Mr., what will I do if you die!" The proprietress burst into tears holding the boss' body.

Although everyone felt very inexplicable, accidents are accidents, and no one can control them.

Wang Yuyan couldn't bear the other party crying so sadly, so she stepped forward to help her.

When touching the wrist of the other party, he felt that the pulse above seemed to be a little wrong, and asked doubtfully, "Are you pregnant?"

"What?" The proprietress was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

Worried that she felt the wrong pulse, Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu and said, "Cousin, you should do it."

Murong Fu nodded, he knew very well that Wang Yuyan had read countless books.

Not only that, she has dabbled in all martial arts cheats, even medical books and pharmacopoeias, she can also recite them backwards.

The only pity is that she can only speak with her mouth, and her practical ability is not as good as that of a nine-year-old boy.