Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 423: The Soul-Transferring Technique
Wanyan Yingge felt quite uncomfortable when the silver medal envoy glanced at her, and hid behind Murong Fu and A Guda. When she heard the silver medal envoy's words, she was even more frightened, and her face turned pale with fright, and she held on tightly with her delicate hands. He held onto Murong Fu's sleeves and robe without letting go, as if it was a life-saving straw.

Seeing that Aguda and others did not respond, the silver medal messenger knew that the other party could not understand his Chinese, so he pointed at Xu Zhuocheng with his fat chin and said: "You, translate what I just said to them two!"

Xu Zhuocheng had a look of embarrassment on his face. There were no one around him. The Silver Medal Messenger glared and said angrily: "Do you dare to go against me?"

Xu Zhuocheng weighed the pros and cons, and finally felt that he still couldn't afford to offend the Khitan envoy, so he had to bite the bullet and stammered out what the silver medal envoy had just said, deleting, editing, and correcting it, and told Aguda and Wu Qimai as tactfully as possible.

Wu Qimai didn't wait for Xu Zhuocheng to finish, and became furious. He stabbed the steel fork in his hand into the snow: "What? This fat pig actually wants my sister to accompany him? I'm going to kill this fat pig!"

When dozens of Jurchen warriors heard their leader's anger, they all pointed their swords at the twenty or so Khitan soldiers in the encirclement. The two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere that had eased for a while fell into a stalemate again.

Aguda suppressed his anger, but the pitiful looks in his bruised brother and sister made the anger in his heart keep rising. The eyes he looked at the silver medal messenger became more and more unkind, like looking at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The silver messenger was stared at by dozens of eyes, and most of the lust in his heart was frightened away. However, the small head controlled the big head and glanced at Wanyan Yingge's beautiful face. After all, desire took over. He scolded with anger: "Why, do you want to rebel?"

The consequences of the word "rebellion" caused Wu Yashu, who had been beaten to death, to snap out of his dazed state and wake up: "Second brother, third brother, don't be reckless! You have to do it for the sake of perfection. For the sake of the thousands of Yanbu people!"

Thinking of the Liao army's conquest and the destruction of Wanyan's tribe, the two brothers couldn't help but hesitate.

Seeing the hesitation of her brothers, Yingge felt desperate in her heart. Of course she also knew how powerful the Liao Kingdom was, and the little Wanyan tribe couldn't resist it. Thinking of the terrible scene, she couldn't help but burst into tears. However, she was caught in front of her eyes. The close-up view of the fat pig-like Khitan officials also made her feel sick.

Aguda and Wu Qimai were silent. Yingge looked at her eldest brother Wu Yashu for help. Wu Yashu could only lower his head in shame: The safety of thousands of people in Wanyan Department was actually threatened. To maintain it at the expense of his beloved little sister, how could this not break the heart of his elder brother?

Wanyan Yingge looked at the expressions of her brothers and knew that her fate had been decided, and she couldn't help but feel deep despair and sadness in her heart.

She took a deep look at Murong Fu, and tears rolled down her jade cheeks quietly: "Young Master, don't forget Yingge." After saying that, she looked at the fat pig-like Silver Medal Messenger's eyes that were almost spitting out fire. He hugged Murong Fu gently, pressed his cheek against Murong Fu's chest, and murmured softly: "Master, I'm going."

Every girl in the boudoir hopes that her husband will be a handsome, powerful hero. If it wasn't love at first sight, which girl would stay with a man she met for the first time all night?

It's a pity that there is no destiny.

Wanyan Yingge let go of her hand, preparing to face her tragic fate. "You want to leave after hugging me? How can such a good thing happen?"

Wanyan Yingge was about to leave, but a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist and held her in her arms.

"Sir?"

Wanyan Yingge stared blankly at Murong Fu's handsome profile with her beautiful eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

Murong Fu put his arms around Wanyan Yingge's slender waist, and led Yingge forward two steps under the eyes of the silver medal messenger who seemed to be spitting fire. He walked up to the man, looked at him condescendingly, and snorted coldly. Said: "The officials of Daliao are really becoming more and more unruly. Even these people can be sent out as silver envoys. When I return to Shangjing and see the emperor's brother, I will definitely report this matter to the emperor's brother. .”

The silver medal envoy was frightened by the aura of Murong Fu, the superior, and guessed that the other party had a lot of background, but he was so lustful just now that he never noticed it. Now when I looked at the other party carefully, I saw that the other party was gorgeously dressed and had an extraordinary bearing. He was almost more noble than the children of the Daliao royal family that I occasionally saw. Hearing the other person address him as "Brother Imperial", and thinking about the other person's age and temperament, he broke into a cold sweat involuntarily.

However, he still refused to give in and took chances: "Who are you? You dare to talk nonsense here?"

Murong Fu sneered, knowing that the other party was already timid, and he only needed to add more fire to completely destroy the other party's psychological defense. When he just spoke, he had secretly activated Beiming's true energy, and combined with the soul-moving technique, even a person with profound internal skills would be disturbed if he listened to it for a long time, let alone such a loser?
"You don't deserve to know who I am. When you return to Shangjing, someone will naturally come to find you. If you are brave enough, you can come to Nanjing to find me. Now, get out! Before I get angry!"

Murong Fu shouted loudly, frightening the silver medal envoy to tremble, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are, Chu..." Murong Fu's eyes widened, and he stared back at the silver medal envoy's next words: "Get out of here quickly. Remember, you have not been here today and have never seen me. Otherwise, I have many ways to make you regret coming to this world."

Murong Fu used the soul-moving method to quietly plant the impression that he was a big shot in the Liao Kingdom in the silver medal envoy's mind. How could this loser have the ability to tell? At this time, he was frightened to the point of trembling, and regretted endlessly.

The silver medal envoy said hurriedly: "Yes, Dian... No, sir, get out of here, little one, get out of here quickly."

Murong Fu said coldly: "Wait a minute!"

The Silver Medal Messenger froze: "Excuse me, do you have any other instructions?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Are you ordering me? Not really. I just have a question, but please help me answer it. The one hundred tiger skins and fifty pairs of sea hollies you mentioned just now? Is this the case?"

The Silver Medal Messenger secretly complained in his heart that he had offended this big Buddha that he couldn't afford to offend. Now he had no women and his way to make a fortune had to be cut off. However, thinking of his own future and his own life, he could only bear the pain and said: " I was wrong just now. It’s not that the Wanyan tribe needs to hand over so many things, but that the four tribes of Wanyan, Yi Shilie, Wuchun and Shita need so many things in total. Wanyan tribe only needs twenty A piece of tiger skin and twenty pairs of sea holly are enough."