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Chapter 244 The real and fake Zhuo Yuzhen and Fu Hongxue appear.

Yang Wuji prepared the carriage in advance at the Taoist temple.

After walking out of the Taoist temple, Murong Fu ordered the coachman guarding the door: "Hit the horse and move forward, and you are not allowed to stop for a moment!"

The carriage is spacious, the seats are soft, and the driver is very skilled. It is obvious that Yang Wuji and his party are very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

It's just that he has turned into a cold corpse and can no longer enjoy the delicious dishes and old wine.

This was a very pleasant carriage to sit in, but the atmosphere in the carriage was not as cheerful as expected.

Zhuo Yuzhen, who was sitting in the corner, had held back her tears, looked at him, and suddenly said, "Are you Fu Hongxue?"

Murong Fu shook his head and said immediately, "Have you seen him?"

Zhuo Yuzhendao secretly looked at Murong Fu, and then whispered: "I have never seen him, but I often hear Qiu... Brother Qiu talk about him. Brother Qiu often says that he is the only friend who can be trusted. He also explain……"

Murong Fu asked: "What did you say?"

Zhuo Yuzhen said sadly: "He took care of me over and over again. If anything happens to me when he can't take care of me, he will ask me to find him..."

She lowered her head again and said with tears: "Unexpectedly, now that I am still alive and well, he was assassinated by a big evil man, and even Peacock Villa was occupied by that man!"

At this point, she broke down in tears and simply lay down on her seat, crying loudly.

When Murong Fu heard this, he just raised his eyes to look at her, and then asked: "What is the name of that evil man?"

Zhuo Yuzhen raised her head and hesitated with tears in her eyes: "I seem to have heard someone say that his surname is Murong Fu..."

She was a beautiful woman to begin with, and her beauty was delicate and delicate. Now that her eyes were filled with tears, it was even easier for people to feel pity and sympathy.

Murong Fu said in a calm tone: "My surname will be Murong again, with a single name and a double character!"

When Zhuo Yuzhen heard this, her delicate body trembled with tears in her eyes. She was obviously extremely panicked. She hurriedly huddled in a corner of the carriage and said in a voiceless voice: "Who are you?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "That's me!"

Zhuo Yuzhen choked with sadness: "You, the evil thief, killed Brother Qiu, didn't you even let the child in my belly go?"

In response to the woman's violent reaction, Murong Fu just glanced at him lightly and said in his usual tone: "You said three things wrong!

First, although I occupy Peacock Villa, Qiu Shuiqing is not dead! "

"What, Brother Qiu is still alive?"

Zhuo Yuzhen said with surprise in her eyes.

"Second, I am not here to kill you, but I am entrusted by him to save his former lover!"

Murong Fu did not answer Zhuo Yuzhen's question, but continued to talk to himself.

"Brother Qiu asked you to come!"

Hearing this, Zhuo Yuzhen's tone seemed to have regained her composure, but there was still a hint of wariness in her eyes.

"But thirdly, you are not Zhuo Yuzhen, absolutely not!"

After saying this, Murong Fu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the woman in the carriage.

Zhuo Yuzhen couldn't help but raise her head, looked at Murong Fu in surprise, and said, "I'm not Zhuo Yuzhen? Why do you say I'm not Zhuo Yuzhen?"

Murong Fu asked: "Do you know martial arts?"

Zhuo Yuzhen looked at him unexpectedly and replied slowly: "I know a little bit."

When Murong Fu heard this, he just stared at her with a strange look.

Perhaps because Murong Fu's eyes frightened her, Zhuo Yuzhen subconsciously approached the corner of the carriage.

Murong Fu suddenly said: "Your father is the bodyguard of Zhenyuan Bodyguard Bureau?"

Zhuo Yuzhen said: "He used to be."

Murong Fu asked: "Was it?"

Zhuo Yuzhen said: "He drinks too much. No matter what kind of escort agency, they are not willing to use a drunkard as an escort."

Murong Fu asked: "So he was fired by Zhenyuan Escort Bureau?"

Zhuo Yuzhen nodded and said: "Mr. Liu's bodyguard is not against drinking, but after drinking, he actually thought that his companion's bodyguard was here to rob the bodyguard, and even cut off one of his hands. This is too much." It’s too much.”

Murong Fu said: "So, his martial arts can only be said to be ordinary?"

A bodyguard's ability to be fired by the bodyguard bureau, apart from his own bad habits, is naturally related to his martial arts.

Martial arts has always been respected in the world, so it is wrong for a bodyguard to drink and hurt others, but the only reason why he was abandoned was still related to martial arts.

When Zhuo Yuzhen heard this, she just remained silent.

"You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me!"

Looking at Zhuo Yuzhen in front of him, Murong Fu said slowly.

"I don't understand what you are saying at all!"

Zhuo Yuzhen's eyes showed confusion and wariness, and she leaned against the corner of the carriage and said.

Murong Fu continued: "You seem nervous, but actually your heart is not disturbed at all. Your heart beats only once every two breaths, and this is clearly a sign of practicing advanced internal skills!"

Zhuo Yuzhen shook her head and said innocently, "What did you say..."

Just halfway through saying this, a cold light suddenly flashed, and a dagger appeared in her right hand, which she thrust out and pointed directly at Murong Fu's chest.

This move she made was extremely fast and extremely ruthless.

However, Murong Fu didn't seem to panic at all when faced with her sudden attack. He just calmly stretched out his two fingers and pinched the dagger tightly.

Zhuo Yuzhen was about to be shaken away even if her luck was strong, but no matter how much she activated her Qi, Murong Fu didn't even shake his arms. Instead, she suddenly groaned, and her pale face was suddenly knocked back to the corner of the carriage.

"I won't kill you just because you are pregnant!"

Looking at Zhuo Yuzhen who was easily forced back by him, Murong Fu said calmly.

No matter how guilty the woman in front of him was, she was pregnant with a gold medal to avoid death. After all, no matter what, Murong Fu could not attack a pregnant woman.

After saying this, Murong Fu couldn't help but admire the woman in front of him.

No matter who told her to pretend to be Zhuo Yuzhen, a person's identity can be faked, and she can even pretend to love someone, but even her pregnancy can be faked.

Murong Fu really admired him!

"Is Zhuo Yuzhen alive or dead now?"

Staring at the woman in the corner, Murong Fu continued.

However, she seemed to be determined. Even though she knew that her identity had been discovered by Murong Fu, she still kept silent, which was obviously a gamble.

She was betting that Murong Fu wouldn't attack her now!

Just when the two were in a stalemate, the carriage that was still moving suddenly stopped.

The driver turned his head and said with a flattering smile, "This is already outside the city. Which way do you want to go, sir?"

Murong Fu looked at his smiling face and suddenly asked: "Are you practicing the internal skills of the Xiantian Wuji Sect?"

Before the driver could retort, Murong Fu said calmly: "Zhao Wuji, brother Zhao Wuliang, are you your father or uncle? Or your teacher?"

When the coachman heard this, he looked at Murong Fu as if he saw a ghost.

Murong Fu continued: "Your complexion is smooth and delicate, and your skin texture is as fine as if it was soaked in cooked oil. Only people who have practiced Xiantian Wuji's unique qigong can be like this."

The coachman subconsciously swallowed his saliva. He had been sitting in front driving the coach. Not only did he not make any move, but he was also very obedient.

He really couldn't figure out how this young man in white could see through his origins at a glance.

"Eighteen years ago, the two brothers Zhao Wuji went to Chang'an to say hello to me!"

As if he could see the surprise deep in the coachman's heart, Murong Fu explained calmly.

When the coachman heard this, he suddenly realized. He sighed and said with a wry smile: "I see, I'm Zhao Ping, Zhao Wuji is my father!"

"Are you still the index finger in the Black Hand organization?" Murong Fu continued.

Zhao Ping looked ugly, but he still nodded, knowing that there was no room for lying in front of Murong Fu.

"Cut off your index finger!"

Looking at Zhao Ping in front of him, Murong Fu's tone suddenly turned cold.

Zhao Ping changed his color and said: "I..."

Murong Fu said: "I spared your life because of your father's greetings to me!"

When Zhao Ping heard this, he fell silent.

In a hand, the index finger is the most flexible, and if a person can be called an index finger, it is obvious that his body is also very flexible.

So after looking at Murong Fu sitting quietly in the carriage for a moment, he seemed to have made a decision.

The next moment, his figure had already risen and appeared about ten feet away. A smug smile appeared on his lips and he said, "I'm sorry, my fingers are still useful, so I can't give them to you!"

However, suddenly there was a flash of cold light, and a dagger was seen arriving at Zhao Ping's side in the blink of an eye.

It turned out that the dagger in Zhuo Yuzhen's hand just now fell into Murong Fu's hand. He seemed to throw it casually and then flew straight ahead with a strong wind.

Zhao Ping, who was still in the air, immediately changed his expression when he saw this. It should be noted that when a person is in the air, it is most difficult to move around. Fortunately, although he comes from a famous family, he can adapt well.

The whole person suddenly fell backwards. It turned out that he had used the iron bridge to try to save himself.

It should be noted that in martial arts such as "Iron Banqiao", when masters compete, they will not dare to use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.

This is all because when the body is tilted back, the upper, middle and lower three holes are exposed, which is equivalent to selling one's whole body to others. As long as the other party strikes in the air, then even if one is not hit, he will be trapped. Crisis.

But Zhao Ping no longer has so much to worry about in order to survive!

Fortunately, he made the right bet in the end. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still managed to retreat a few feet away.

Looking at Murong Fu who was still sitting in the carriage, Zhao Ping couldn't help laughing proudly and said: "I'm sorry, my fingers are still useful at the moment, so I can't give them to you."

"Oh, is it so?"

Murong Fu just replied lightly.

Suddenly, blood splashed everywhere. Zhao Ping was already several feet away, but he strangely saw a bloody finger falling from the sky.

He didn't know yet that it was his own index finger.

Murong Fu's hand was too fast and he didn't feel the pain yet.

He's even laughing.

Wait until the hand falls to the ground. Only then did he realize that the index finger on his right hand was missing.

The laughter immediately turned into screams, and his entire face suddenly turned extremely pale.

Murong Fu said slowly: "I said I would take one of your fingers, so I will take one of your fingers!"

He was still sitting in the carriage, motionless.

But Zhao Ping's eyes were filled with horror. He had never seen such a terrifying person or such terrifying hands.

At this moment, he finally understood why Thumb, Peacock, and the "no taboo" Yang Wuji died in his hands.

"You're not human at all!"

But his brain was distorted by fear, and he suddenly stepped back step by step, shouting in a hissing voice.

Soon his figure disappeared into the distance.

However, Murong Fu's eyes never fell on him at all.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something.

Suddenly he turned around and looked into the distance behind him, only to see an extra figure appearing under the sunset.

This was a dark figure, walking at a strange and slow pace.

The black knife, the pale hand.

The setting sun shone on his face. The contours of his face were handsome and prominent, but they seemed to be shaped by the ice and snow of distant mountains.

His face was pale and transparent, like the eternal ice and snow on the distant mountains.

With his pale hands, pitch-black knife, and pale face, he could only be Fu Hongxue, a person who suppressed himself all the time.

"You came!"

Looking at Fu Hongxue walking in front of him, Murong Fu suddenly smiled and took the initiative to speak.

However, when Fu Hongxue heard this, she just raised her head and stared at him coldly for a long time, never saying a word.

Seeing that Fu Hongxue didn't speak, Murong Fu didn't seem impatient. After all, he was more comfortable sitting in the car than standing on the ground.

The two of them just looked at each other from a distance, and the atmosphere around them seemed to become depressed.

A few days ago, he followed Yan Nanfei closely and escorted him the whole way.

He didn't stop until he was escorted to a safe place.

However, Yan Nanfei, who was handsome, heroic and committed, had fallen into such a depravity that he was suddenly unfamiliar. He drank heavily all day long and did not even clean and bandage the wound on his right arm.

The whole person was in a state of confusion, as if he had been soaked in a wine vat. Every day he was not only drunk, but also going crazy and having epilepsy...

Fu Hongxue stayed with him quietly for several days, and in the end he only said one sentence.

Just one word made Yan Nanfei cheer up again.

If a swordsman lacks his right hand, he will be a step slower than ordinary people when drawing his sword, not to mention facing the enemy.

But Fu Hongxue gave him a unique technique for drawing a sword. Drawing a sword and drawing a sword are actually the same thing, but Fu Hongxue can always draw a sword one step faster than anyone else.

Yan Nantian regained his composure, and the first thing he said was to thank him, but he vowed to take revenge on Murong Fu a year later.

But Fu Hongxue knew one thing clearly. Yan Nanfei's sword-drawing skills, which he had practiced hard for a year, could not be Murong Fu's opponent.

So he said goodbye to Yan Nanfei. Of course, it was impossible for him to come to Murong Fu to reminisce about the past, but if he wanted to seek revenge on Murong Fu, Murong Fu was Ye Kai's friend.

So what is his purpose?

The terrible silence is sometimes more terrifying than life and death!

"Are you Fu Hongxue?"

Suddenly, someone finally spoke.

The person who spoke was naturally the fake Zhuo Yuzhen huddled in the corner.

Looking at Fu Hongxue who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she seemed to have a savior in her eyes.

Fu Hongxue looked at her coldly.

Zhuo Yuzhen said hurriedly: "When Brother Qiu talks about you, he often says that you are the only friend he can trust, and that I can ask you for help if anything happens!"

After hearing Qiu Shuiqing's name, Fu Hongxue's eyes finally showed a hint of warmth.

His eyes fell on Zhuo Yuzhen's swollen belly, and he suddenly said: "Are you his woman?"

Zhuo Yuzhen showed a trace of tenderness in her eyes, covering her belly and saying, "I am not only his woman, but also the mother of his child!"

Hearing this, Fu Hongxue stared at Zhuo Yuzhen tightly, and suddenly put down her right hand that was originally clenched on the handle of the knife.

"You want to take her away?"

Murong Fu suddenly said as if he could read Fu Hongxue's thoughts.

Fu Hongxue said coldly: "She is Qiu Shuiqing's woman, so naturally I want to take her away!"

"Okay, I just hope you don't regret it!"

When Murong Fu heard this, he immediately nodded and agreed.

(End of this chapter)