Snow Float

Fu.

There are countless people with the surname Fu in this world, but how many of them can make both of them suffer in one blow?

Fang Jibai's cultivation base is already at the top among his peers in the early days, and even though Su Muqiu is too arrogant, he is still superior to ordinary people. With this person's cultivation base and his age——

Cutting gold and cutting jade, chopping ice and snow, Ling Lingran rejects the indifference of others thousands of miles away, but they are not much different in age from the two of them.

Fang Jibai's face changed.

He remembered a person, a person who had met once a few years ago, but was rumored to have died in the raging waves of the southern wilderness.

The faces of the drinkers were brilliant, and the storyteller in Mingyue Tower had not long since applied oil on the soles of his feet, and the lingering sound of the story he told earlier was still in his ears.

It is said that everyone is like Qiongzhi piling snow, but his sword is as strong as wind and thunder.

Yuan Shan Fu.

Even as arrogant as Su Muqiu, he bit his lip at this moment.

Although she was doted on by her family, she was not an idiot after all. After hearing this surname, she ran through her mind, and there was only one person left in the encirclement. At this moment, she was full of surprise and uncertain, only staring at the second floor.

Didn't the descendants of Yuanshan's generation have already been buried in the Southern Wilderness?

——No, the man just said that he was missing, and there was no definite news of his death.

Then why would he appear here?This prosperous place on the Xiangshui River is almost thousands of miles away from the southern barren and northern deserts, so how could he travel so far to come here?Unless, unless—

A flash of light flashed in Su Muqiu's mind, he suddenly thought of something, secretly felt that this was the reason why this person came to Mucheng, and couldn't help feeling a little complacent.

Even if you are talented and famous, don't you still want to go to Xiaojing Lake to participate in the magnolia flower festival?

Coincidentally, on this journey, I also want to go back to Xiaojing Lake with Fang Jibai.

Seven years ago, this person became famous in Donglai, and competed with many disciples under Taichu's sect, Fang Jibai was the best among them, maybe he had fought against this person back then.The love of exchanging ideas, the friendship of forging ahead, there is such a layer of relationship in it, is she still afraid that this person will embarrass her?

Immediately, he said unceremoniously: "Hey, the surname is Fu, you only have a few words, do you really think that everyone has to know you?"

Since this person doesn't tell the truth, she simply can't figure it out in front of her.

There was a slight smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, and the little abacus was flickering, and seeing that there was no reaction from the second floor, she felt even more proud: "Even if you are very tight, there is no reason to break my chest for nothing. whip……"

She paused, clasped the soft whip in her hand, and said: "Hmph, are you dumb, can't even speak?"

"Shut up!"

"Be careful!"

Different words have the same meaning, coming from two people's mouths.Fang Jibai's downcast face frightened Su Muqiu into silence. She didn't dare to trouble the man she loved, but it didn't mean she would let the other one go.

"Hey, sick tuberculosis ghost, who was respectful before, dare to choke now?"

She could hear clearly, the other one who made a sound was the boy in gray kneeling on the stairs.

With a sneer, everyone heard clearly: "You are quite courageous, do you really think that someone will stand up for you?"

Now that the matter has come to this, the boy calmed down instead.He was still trembling before, but now he was strangely calm. He raised his head halfway, his face was dirty, but he couldn't hide his calm expression: "Miss Su, you are the young master of Xiaojinghu. People have nothing to do with each other, villains come from humble origins and are not worth mentioning, but girl, you shouldn't say that... Mr. Fu."

The last three words are light and slow, like the wind passing through the flowers, trembling slowly, scattered in the building, barely audible.However, Su Muqiu understood and understood——

The one in the mud is himself, and the one on the cloud is the one surnamed Fu.

And the so-called "noble birth", every word sounds completely ironic.

Who does this kid really think he is?

She was born in Xiaojinghu, so it's his turn to comment?Did he really think that someone surnamed Fu would come out to him?Besides, is she afraid? !

As soon as I thought about it, my heart became angry, and the whip swung away like a snake, but was suddenly knocked down by a foreign object.

The girl let out a cry of pain, staggered back a few steps, held her arms tightly, with anger in her eyes, and said sharply: "Fu Shaotang, do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

She finally said the man's name.

The wind stopped abruptly, and the whole room was silent.

"Bullying."

That voice was extremely cold, like a handful of ice and snow scooped up from the top of Kunshan Mountain.However, Su Muqiu was also impatient, oblivious to the chill, and said with a sneer: "I just bullied others, what will you do to me?"

The young master of Little Mirror Lake, the youngest sister of Su Muqiu, was born with the dignity of gold and jade, and grew up surrounded by thousands of favors.It went smoothly from childhood to adulthood, and the only stumble fell on Fang Jibai.There are thousands of things she doesn't want to do in this world, but there is absolutely nothing she can't do.

Even though Fu Shaotang is a descendant of Yuanshan——

"You can't stop me either."

If she wants to do something, she will definitely do it.She wanted to teach that boy a lesson, but no one else could stop her in the slightest.

But someone held her down.

Only this person can hold her down.

Fang Jibai signaled her to be calm.

The young man's expression was no longer dignified as before, and there was even a faint smile on his handsome face. It was as if he had always been so relaxed before, as if he had never existed before.

After all, they had met each other by fate many years ago, and Fang Jibai understood the other party's temperament to some extent.

It might be in his favor, maybe.

"Brother Fu, it's been seven years since we left, but we still don't want to see each other here."

As soon as these words came out, even he himself was in a trance.

At that time, the youth was full of heroism, but now the youth is in full bloom.Seven years is enough for him to become the top existence of his generation under Taichu's sect, and he who had already swept away his peers back then, how far has he grown now?

The spring is drunk and the sun is warm, and the fingers are seven years old.

The wind blows the flowers outside the window, shaking and rustling, as if they were back then.

Fu Shaotang was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Neither have I."

I didn't expect to meet again in the Xiangshui Mingyue Tower, but it is the current situation.

The proud son of a famous family.

Deceiving too much.