Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

When it turns warm and cold, it is the loneliest time in this world.

Spring came very late this year. At this time in previous years, various flowers have begun to poke out their buds that have been carefully hidden all winter. However, Xu is nostalgic for this land in the harsh winter and is reluctant to leave. The dry branches are still covered with scattered white frost, and the first batch of early plum blossoms, seeing that this place is no longer the glazed world in midwinter, is too lazy to compete with the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, etc. in early spring. After all, the trees Only the loneliest person in this world can know how many plum blossoms have fallen from the tree.

Except for a bright color, the sky and the earth are all gray.

And the source of that bright color is a figure in the courtyard.

Wang Yuyan was dressed in light pink clothes, with graceful lotus steps, and had been dancing her sword in this yard with withered flowers for a long time. In the past, she only read the secret books and did not practice martial arts in person. After returning from Wuyazi in the Deaf-mute Valley, practicing martial arts every day became a habit.

As he waved his bare hands, the three-foot green edge flowed around his body like a butterfly piercing flowers. The dead leaves around her were stirred up and down by her pure energy, as if they had been given life. Anyone who looks at those delicate hands will suspect that they are the product of the Creator's special preference. As for the owner of those hands, he has gathered all the aura of the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and the world.

At this time, Wang Yuyan had reached the end of her sword skills. With a draw back, the sword was sheathed. In an instant, the surrounding cold air was retreated, and a shallow layer of thin ice on the lake was blown away by the draw back sword energy. Excited, quietly shattered.

Wang Yuyan sheathed her sword in her hand. At this moment, her temperament changed. The girl who used to be as bright and gorgeous as a camellia disappeared, replaced by a cold and aloof snow lotus in the ice of Tianshan Mountain.

However, the next moment, this faint chill was shattered by a call like the thin ice that had just been shattered by the sword energy.

"Yu Yan!"

"cousin!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Yuyan threw aside the weapon that countless martial arts people regarded as a magic weapon, and ran towards the owner of the voice cheering.

No matter how many times she heard it, this voice could evoke the deepest attachment and admiration in her heart, just because the owner of this voice was that handsome and tall figure.

Some people say, "If life is just like the first time we met" expresses one person's deepest disappointment for another person. In fact, in fact, this is also an independent individual's deepest expectation for irreparable beauty.

For Wang Yuyan, she will never experience this feeling in this life.

Murong Fu looked at the cute little girl who was cheering for joy, and his heart felt warm. In the beautiful eyes of the little beauty who came towards him, there was no room for any other emotion except "like". .

So cute!

How could such a cute girl not tease her?

So Murong Fu withdrew his open hands to the little beauty, put his hands behind his back, deliberately made a stern face, and admonished: "For those who practice martial arts, weapons are life. How can you use the sword in your hand?" Throw it away so casually?"

Wang Yuyan was stunned for a moment, stopped, and looked at Murong Fu with her beautiful big eyes. After noticing the restrained curve at the corner of her sweetheart's mouth, the ice-smart Wang Yuyan understood what the other person was thinking.

Wang Yuyan lowered her eyebrows slightly: "Then, I won't dare to do it next time!"

"What should we do this time?"

Murong Fu suppressed his laughter and said narrowly.

Wang Yuyan's lips curved up in a playful way: "Then cousin, what should I do?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Murong Fu had a smirk on his face and lowered his head to get close to Wang Yuyan's pretty face. When Wang Yuyan saw her cousin approaching, she guessed what would happen next. Although it was not the first time, she was still worried and looking forward to it. She simply closed her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes trembled like butterflies, raised her cherry lips, and The coquettish look of Vice Ren Juncai.

If you can still endure this kind of moment, you might as well practice the sword technique to ward off evil.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

"Cousin, I'm so happy. I feel like every day is different from before."

Wang Yuyan nestled in Murong Fu's arms and spoke softly.

"Oh, why?"

Murong Fu smiled.

"In the past, my cousin might not come to the Mantuo Villa once a year. But now, my cousin will come to the Villa to see Yu Yan whenever he has time. Last time, he even took Yu Yan on a long trip. Well, Yu Yan feels that she has been here this year. It’s like a dream.”

Wang Yuyan whispered on Murong Fu's chest.

"So, how does it feel in a dream?"

Murong Fu leaned close to Wang Yuyan's delicate ears, and his hot breath made Wang Yuyan's heart itch.

"If it's possible, I hope I won't wake up from this dream for the rest of my life!"

Wang Yuyan raised her head boldly and met Murong Fu's gaze.

Just when the two of them were in love, a sweet cry brought them back to reality.

"Master, it's not good!"

Murong Fu looked up and saw Abi running all the way with small steps, running out of breath.

"Abi, what happened? Speak slowly."

Although the good thing was interrupted, Murong Fu asked in a gentle tone when he saw that the visitor was Abi.

"Master, something bad has happened. Mr. Duan was tied up by his wife and sent to the Huafei Fang!"

"what!"

Murong Fu's eyes widened with disbelief on his face: Has Prince Duan ever failed? The real version of the master is among the people, but the failure is in the underworld? My aunt is not named Sun, so why is she so persistent in this career? Can you even kill your old lover?

This is no joke. If something happens to the cheap father-in-law here, Murong Fu will really become a public enemy.

Although he was very confident in his old father-in-law's skills, things had developed to this point and had deviated from the direction he had expected.

Not caring about being gentle with Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu asked: "Yuyan, where is the flower fat house! Take me there!"

Wang Yuyan had never seen her cousin in such a panic. Knowing that the situation was serious, she hurriedly said: "Follow me!"

Afraid that he would be late and Prince Duan become Prince Duan, Murong Fu grabbed Wang Yuyan and Abi by their waists and rushed towards the so-called flower and fat house.

Along the way, I kept praying: "Don't let anything happen!"

At this time, in a secret room in the backyard of Mantuo Villa.

Duan Zhengchun was tied up on a chopping board. Next to him stood Mrs. Wang with a frosty face, and Granny Rui who was busy.

Mrs. Wang said coldly: "Mr. Duan, let me ask you one last time. Are you really rather dead than killing that foxy Ruan Xingzhu?"

Duan Zhengchun sighed, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye: "A Luo, I don't regret at all that I could die in your hands today. Duan Zhengchun has committed many sins in his life, and he deserves to die in the hands of a beauty like you. Just do it. , I just have a request, I hope you can agree to it."

"Why, you're about to die, and you still want to plead for your vixen?"

Mrs. Wang sneered, her hands hidden in her sleeves trembling uncontrollably.