Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu smiled at Mingyue, but the expression on his face revealed a trace of alienation.

He reached out and patted Mingyue's arm gently, and said slowly: Mingyue, the matter is still unfinished. Duanlang and I need to go back to the room to discuss it.

Don't worry, everything will be fine.

It's just a bug. It can't hurt you.

His voice was calm, but it carried a firmness that was irresistible.

Mingyue looked at Murong Fu's back, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.

Murong Fu's eyes seemed to become deeper, and every move he made made Mingyue feel strange.

She tightened her collar and watched with confusion as Murong Fu and Duan Lang disappeared around the corner of the corridor, her heart filled with disappointment and confusion.

Mingyue returned to her room and carefully closed the door.

She sat on the edge of the bed and began to comb her clothes.

Every movement of her collar tightening revealed her frustration.

Her fingers trembled, and there was a lost light in her eyes.

He stroked his messy hair with his hands and stared blankly at the moonlight outside the window, his heart filled with disappointment.

She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her long sleeves, and the expression on her face became increasingly lonely.

Mr. Murong, what are you thinking about? She whispered to herself, her voice full of confusion and loss.

Mingyue took a deep breath, rearranged her clothes, then turned around from the mirror and walked out of the inn with a determined expression.

And at this moment.

In the hall of the Dugu City Lord's Mansion, the lights were dim, with only a few candles flickering, casting a faint light.

The hall is decorated with exquisite pottery and silk, all revealing power and wealth.

Mingyue stood in the center of the hall, her expression respectful but solemn. She bowed slightly towards Dugu Fang on the wide chair and reported: My lord, I tried my best but failed.

Murong Fu was unwavering in his seduction plan.

Dugu Fang sat upright on the chair, the wine glass in his hand gently rotating between his fingers, his face became increasingly gloomy under the dim light.

Upon hearing Mingyue's report, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and the wine glass in his hand was suddenly crushed to pieces.

The wine spilled to the ground, shining brightly.

Dugu Yifang's voice was very low, and every word seemed to be filled with chill: Guards! What the hell are you!

The assassination arrangements are not good, the seduction is not good, they are a bunch of useless trash!...

The guards in the hall bowed their heads one after another. No one dared to speak, but their bodies trembled slightly, showing the fear in their hearts.

Mingyue didn't dare to raise her head, only feeling the cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

The anger of being alone filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

Dugu Fang looked into the hall, his anger not relieved by venting. He waved his hand and said coldly: Get out of here and rearrange.

Remember, if you fail next time, you will never have a good life.

The guards responded in unison: Yes, sir.

Then he quickly evacuated the hall, leaving Dugu Yifang and Mingyue behind.

Mingyue took a deep breath, bowed again and said, Sir, please calm down. Maybe we can try other plans.

Dugu Fang slowly sat back in his chair and turned his gaze to Mingyue. The anger in his eyes gradually subsided and was replaced by a thoughtful light: Tell me, what suggestions do you have?

Mingyue knelt on her knees, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her head lowered slightly, revealing her delicate neck.

Her hands were clasped together and her shoulders were shaking slightly, as if she was trying to control her emotions.

The heavy wooden door slowly closed, and the indoor lights emitted a soft yellow light, reflecting on her body, creating an indescribable sadness.

Dugu Yifang was behind her, walking slowly in front of her, looking down at her face.

He saw the tears in the corners of her eyes and the determination in the corners of her mouth.

Mingyue said slowly: I will send the most elite killers from the Ming family and our city to complete this task.

Mingyue, are you ready? Dugu Fang's voice was low, his eyes searching her heart.

My lord, I know this is what I must do.

Mingyue raised her head, her eyes full of determination, Even if my heart is bleeding, I must make this decision.

Dugu Yifang's eyes dimmed slightly, he looked at her deeply, then turned and walked to the window, looking into the distance outside the window.

Very well, Mingyue, I see your determination.

Get ready, we can't lose this battle.

His voice was filled with an indescribable heaviness.

At the same time, there was a sudden knock on the door in the inn room where Murong Fu and Duan Lang lived.

Duan Lang was arranging weapons on the table when he heard a knock on the door. He paused with his hands, then stood up and walked to the door.

He opened the door and saw a man in dusty clothes standing outside the door with sharp eyes.

Duanlang recognized Nie Feng at a glance.

The moment Nie Feng stepped into the guest room, his eyes immediately met Murong Fu's in the room.

He paused, then knelt down, clasped his hands, and said with emotion: Mr. Murong, thank you for rescuing Duan Lang from the crisis and saving his life.

If you hadn't come to my rescue, I'd probably not have saved Duan Lang's life.

Murong Fu walked up to Nie Feng, stretched out his hand to help him up, with a deep light in his eyes, and said in a calm voice: Brother Nie, there is no need to be polite, Duan Lang is my best friend, and it is natural to save him.

In the future, we will walk together in the world, and you and I should work together.

Nie Feng stood up, with deep respect in his eyes, and then turned to Duan Lang.

Duanlang, how come you guys finally figured out how to leave the Tianxiahui? Nie Feng took Duanlang's hand and asked in an elder brother's tone.

There was a trace of embarrassment that could not be concealed on Duanlang's face. He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words, and finally whispered: Brother Nie, I... I think it is better to achieve my goal by following Mr. Murong.

His great ambition made me feel a different kind of world.

Nie Feng took a deep look at Duan Lang, as if he wanted to read more information from his eyes.

He sighed and nodded slowly: As long as you feel it is right, then go for it.

Our brotherhood never changes no matter where you go.

Then, Duan Lang stared at Nie Feng, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: Brother Nie, you are coming over this late at night. Is there anything urgent?

Nie Feng chuckled and patted Duan Lang on the shoulder: It's nothing urgent, I just wanted to check on you.

Seeing that you are with Mr. Murong now, I feel relieved.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said to Nie Feng, As long as Brother Nie cares about me, Duanlang will have no worries.