The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Do you want to go to the Colosseum to fight the dog?" Murong Xue gave him a look, his voice was light.

"Yeah!" Murong nodded and did not hesitate to admit: In recent days, he has no money in his hands, and he is bored at home every day.

Murong Xue’s eyes condensed and he said, “You don’t want to be silver. But there is no white lunch in the world. These silver can’t be given to you, let’s make an equivalent exchange!”

If you don't think about enterprising, you know that fighting dogs, she has more money, and will not give it so refreshing.

"What is the equivalent exchange?" Murong said with a smile: As long as the conditions are not too harsh, he can agree.

Murong Xue grabbed a book on the stone table and threw it at him: "If you put all the contents of this book down, I will give you one thousand two." That book is her free time, take To relieve the boring, just turned over two pages, and now the cheap Murong smashed.

Murong Yu took the book and looked down. He saw the big "The Analects of Confucius" on the cover, and opened the cover, the full page, and, of course, he saw his head as big as a bucket, confidently full. The handsome face suddenly suffered: "Sister, the words above are in my eyes, like a flies that are only neatly arranged. They don't know me. I don't know them. Don't you bother me?" ”

Murong Xue's bright face is gloomy and the word is like a fly. How much does Murong Yu hate reading?

"Then go to Huibo and let him teach you ten moves. When you get all these ten tricks, you can come and find me for ten thousand dollars."

Murong Yu does not like to learn the text, she is forced to use it, then let him practice martial arts, Hui Bo's martial arts is not bad, the professor's current Murong Yu is not a problem.

Murong Yu heard her words, her brows were wrinkled even more, and she said: "Fei Bo’s martial arts will only make people squat, squat, and squat, and I have studied with him for ten years. He taught me a set of forty-nine strokes of martial arts. If I learn ten new tricks with him, it will take at least two years, and I will be suffocated..."

Murong Xue’s beautiful face is almost black and the ink is dripping. The horse step is the foundation of martial arts. Huibo makes him a lot of horses. He also wants him to lay the foundation of martial arts. He is actually a single teacher. It’s stupid!

Hui Bo taught him forty-nine martial arts in ten years. It is not that Hui Bo does not want to teach martial arts, but that Murong is lazy and the foundation is not strong. Hui Bo is worried that he will teach more and will hurt him...

Learning a headache, martial arts tired, really not as easy as a fighting dog, this lazy guy, really enjoy life, how to leisurely.

However, her money here is to change with headaches and tiring people, don't think about leisurely.

Murong Xue looked up to Murong Yu, was preparing to educate a few words, the chest suddenly provoked a sharp pain, her bright face was pale and bloodless, the bean sweat oozing from the forehead...

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Murong saw that she was not right. She stepped forward and held her arm. Her fingertips touched her bare wrist. The ice was cold without a trace of temperature. He changed his face: "You Yes... cold poisoning, red sleeves, dark fragrance, go get medicine!"

"Yes is!" Red sleeves, dark incense has long been used to this kind of scene, and repeatedly promised, rushed to the room, the delicate face is not flustered.

Murong Yu took out the silky handkerchief of Murong Xue's wrist, gently wiped her forehead sweat, comforting the soft breeze: "Sister, don't be afraid, take medicine and it will be fine!"

Murong Xue nodded in a difficult way. In the memory of the original Lord, she experienced countless times of cold poisoning, and every time she died of pain, but as long as she took the medicine, the pain would soon disappear...

"what……"

"what……"

Two screams rang in tandem, and Murong sang a glimpse of the sound. He saw a black man in black wearing a black towel and smashed out from Murong Xue’s room. Sandalwood box.

The dark fragrance fell to the door, the delicate little face was pale like paper, and all the strength was used up: "The young master... He took the medicine of Missy..."

Murong’s ink-like eyes slammed fiercely, and the toes were a little bit thin. The slim figure instantly came to the black man and waved his hand to him: “Put the medicine down!”

The black man was unheard of, and he avoided the attack of Murong, and he played with his ping-pong.

In an instant, I saw a black and blue figure moving up and down, and suddenly the left and right sides were tightly wrapped together, and the fierce wind blowing the leaves creaked.

The black man is an adult man, the martial arts is very good, the move is fast, ambiguous, accurate, and recruited, and there is no mercy, obviously it is through a hundred battles, moves, body integration.

However, Murong’s age is still small, and Wugong’s recruiting style is simple. It is obviously less practiced, less enemies, less flexible use and flexibility, and gradually falls into the middle. The moves are also somewhat messy, and the power is also small. .

The hurried footsteps sounded, and the Houfu guards rushed over. The black people were invincible, and they slammed into the chest of Murong, preparing to seriously hurt him and fleeing.

Murong Xue’s eyes were cold, and he endured the pain of Haotian. He pulled out the soft sword on his waist and jumped to the side of the black man. After opening his palm, he even waved his sword. The cold mangling flashed his left shoulder and stabbed several blood holes. !

"Quick and fast, the assassin is there, don't let him run!" Houfu guards ran into the courtyard, surrounded the small courtyard, Murong Xue, Murong Yi, one after the other, the black people in the middle He was injured again and he couldn’t escape.

The black man’s eyes were cold, and he waved his hand to the sandalwood box in his arms. He only heard the sound of '啪', the delicate box instantly became fly ash, and the porcelain bottle and the medicine in the bottle were also made into powder. The foam floats on the ground and blends with the yellow-brown soil...

"Fire lotus seeds, my sister's fire lotus seeds..." Murong Yu picked up a powder, but it was muddy, wood foam, porcelain foam, and almost no visible foam, his ink-colored eyes instantly became Reddish, smashed a few feet in the black man, and the rain-like intensive fist slammed into him: "You lose our fire lotus seeds... my sister wants it to save lives..."

The black man lowered his head and looked stunned.

Murong Xue had a sharp pain in the whole body, and the scorpion was dry for a while. He couldn’t help but cough a few times. He was weak and said: "Brother, don’t fight, he is a dead man, nothing will be said!"

"Dead?" Murong slammed his movements, and the ink-colored eyes slammed up, glaring at the collar of the black man, and the wicked road: "Is it the night dust that lets you steal the fire lotus seeds? Do not admit, except for Jing Wangfu and Zhenguo Houfu, no one knows that my sister is cold and poisonous, and needs a fire lotus to save lives!"