Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 9: The best in the world
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The cry is high and loud, it seems that someone has torn the **** cloth, and then suddenly raised his hand to the sky, so the sky is full of bloodshot colors, and it hides all the vision and perception.
“Huola!” With a sound, the window paper on the side of Meng Fuyao suddenly broke, and a pair of thin black hands stretched out like lightning, and he grabbed Meng Fuyao’s left arm with a sigh!
At the same time, the shattered and sharp woman’s voice sounded closer, “…you are here! You are here! We die together, we die together! Hahahaha…”
Meng Fu shook his eyes and shrank, seeing the hand holding his arm, thin and bruised, sharp nails covered with mud and grass, and there are some brown spots on the back of the hand. These powerful and weak hands , In fact, even her arm could not be grasped firmly, not trembling in the wind, but desperately pinching her nails into her flesh.
Meng Fuyao flicked his finger, and a gust of strong wind flew. The ghostly claw-like hand suddenly retracted. Accompanied by a hoarse scream, it reverberated in the empty room. The sound did not die, Meng Fuyao was already Push the door and walk in.
The room is really more rundown than she thought. At first glance, it looked like a room where a madman lived. The floor was swaying all over with utensils. The dust on the ground was a few inches thick, and the woman was shrunk in a tattered and indistinct clothing. In the corner of the wall, his face was scattered, and there was a stench and sour smell around his body.
Meng Fuyao’s eyes fell on a broken bed like a bunk on the ground. He saw dark and light yellow spots on the bedding straws. The smell was smoky. When he came closer, he realized that they were traces of excrement.
The woman looked at her in panic, her eyes frantically confused in her messy hair, her eyes gleaming with dark blue and dark sparks, her eyes jumping around, wherever it splashed, it seemed like a demon fire.
“Wu-ki, the grandson…you monster…”
The sound of fine hair floating in the quiet space, ghostly and full of hatred, is divided into pieces of gold and jade, grinding and grinding from the teeth, making people can’t help but believe that as long as the grandson Wuji is here, this woman will definitely rush to tear him to pieces and eat it in one bite.
A trace of doubt flashed under Meng Fuyao’s eyes, who is this woman? How could such an appearance be imprisoned in a ruined courtyard in the Royal Mansion? How could you have a grudge with the most noble prince of the Promise Kingdom? And since this is a dangerous person who slanders the prince, it is said that King Germany should take good care of him, but why did he not even send a guard and leave her there to fend for herself?
She stepped forward subconsciously, trying to see the woman clearly.
A soft cough suddenly came from behind.
Meng Fuyao stopped and squinted into the mad woman’s wide pupils. The figure reflected there was tall and clean, and it was Zong Yue.
The strange thing is that Zong Yueming coughed slightly at her, but not looking at her back. From the mad woman’s eyes, he could see that his gaze fell straight into the mad woman’s eyes.
Meng Fuyao glanced past the crazy girl again, smiled suddenly, and walked out slowly. Before going out, she carefully closed the door.
Turning around, Zong Yuezheng looked at her calmly, with a calm tone, but the words made Meng Fuyao’s anger rise.
“Even if it’s just my little boy, I should know basic etiquette, for example, don’t run around in other people’s houses.”
Meng Fuyao’s eyes lit up like a knife, and after grinding his teeth, he felt sharper than that mad woman, so he said gloomily: “Even if it’s just an arrogant sand pig, you should know that some Things are despicable, like peeping behind a woman.”
Zong Yue looked at her lightly, “Are you a woman? Oh, you are a woman, sorry, I always can’t remember it.”
He even stooped to apologize.
Meng Fu shook his nose so angry that smoke came out of his nose. After a long while, he straightened his chest and closed his waist, and walked past Zong Yue without saying a word.
As she passed by, she suddenly slammed her shoulders, Zong Yue seemed to be in a trance, and she was bumped into a skewed by her without warning.
Meng Fuyao immediately turned her face back and smiled. Her disguised face, bathed in the sun, was normal, but her eyes shone brilliantly and the light was stunning.
“Oh, why did you fall when you hit it? Are you sure you are a man? Sorry, I always thought you were a man, so you were not.”
She bends down, before finishing a pretentious apology, she laughed and ran away, leaving Zong Yue thoughtful and standing in the wind.
The winter wind is calm and solemn, and there is a light fragrance in the wind that the woman has never let go. The fragrance seems to be absent. If you don’t smell it carefully, you can’t smell it again, but it makes people feel happy.
For a long while, Zong Yue smiled faintly, remembering her wicked chest just now. The sunlight glided past her wonderful figure, flying red and green splashing away, splashing into his eyes, and he was bewildered for a while. Lost, let him, a person who never lets anyone lean on his body, be staggered.
Zong Yue’s smile was like this winter flower, unassuming but dazzling, and it lit up.
“Actually, you are indeed a woman…”
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Night is coming, and tonight, MSI Danyue, the light from a restaurant at the end of East Point Alley shines from afar, stretching Meng Fuyao’s shadow long and plating it underground.
Meng Fuyao came back from the market with a veil covered, holding a pile of herbs that Zong Yue wanted to buy, and his eyes were dull and thoughtful.
She was thinking about the grandson Wuji that Yao Xun mentioned yesterday.
After meeting the mad girl, people came to King De that night. I don’t know what He Zongyue said. Zongyue repeatedly warned her not to approach the yard. Meng Fuyao didn’t care much about the meddling. It was really exciting. I became interested and couldn’t help but ask the well-informed Yao Xun if she knew the inside story of this woman mentioning Longsun Wuji. Unexpectedly, when Yao Xun heard that it was related to Longsun Wuji, he immediately said a lot of things. Meng Fuyao was forced to listen. The great achievements of His Royal Highness the Prince throughout the night.
At the age of seven, drew a map of the Wuji* incident, adjusted the reform and adjustment of the two-line force system of the Wuji country, and just expanded the original 100,000 troops to 700,000, and restrained the three border countries respectively.
The ten-year-old Promise Kingdom rebelled in southern Xinjiang. The Nanrong and Beirong tribes fought for the fertile grassland. War broke out. The people in the surrounding states and the young eldest Sun Wuji drove thousands of miles. He only took ten guards into the chaotic area. Everyone thinks that this young man has gone and never returned. They don’t want to. Three days later, the smiling young man took the Nan Rong chief with his left hand, and the right hand took the Bei Rong chief out of the big tent. Two sturdy men, one head in front of thousands of soldiers, Knocked down, the enemies of life and death have since become brothers of life and death.
At that time, a ten-year-old boy smiled with his hand in his hand. He was the shortest body on the rugged grassland, but one hundred thousand soldiers were all short and bent under his feet. No one dared to raise his head.
The thirteen-year-old King Linjiang rebelled. He planned to kill the grandson Wuji first, and invited the prince to a banquet. Jane was invited in light clothes. After drinking for three rounds, the King Linjiang came to toast according to the rules and carried the colorless The tasteless poisonous wine, followed by the modified assassin Shuying behind him, Changsun Wuji drank the poisoned wine, and when he put the glass back on the tray, the hand that put the glass down suddenly passed through the chest of the proud King Linjiang , Shengsheng grabbed Shuying’s heart.
In all the shock, the grandson Wuji slowly retracted his hand, sprayed the sip of the poisonous wine in his mouth on the face of King Linjiang, pointed at the corpse of King Linjiang whose face immediately festered, smiled and said, “You must have no face. Goodbye to my ancestor of the eldest grandson, my grandnephew will save you trouble.”
After that, he took off his skin-like gloves, and threw them on the ground. He didn’t even splash a drop of blood from start to finish.
From then on, no one dared to have the slightest dissatisfaction with the grandson royal family.
The fifteen-year-old grandson Wuji went to Fufeng and didn’t know what was going on. He went to Fufeng and went around. The two tribes of Fufeng suddenly went to war. After three years of war, the two tribes split into three tribes. There is no more power to peer into the neighboring country Promise.
As a result, many countries almost listed Changsun Wou-ki as a refusal account, because it is really a terrible thing to be cared about by such a person.
Fortunately, after the age of fifteen, the eldest son Wou-ki suddenly became quiet a lot, and he did a big thing to shock the world without moving. He has never even participated in political battles in various countries, and he seems to have no interest in territorial expansion. Being the second largest country on the Wuzhou Continent, it is fortunate that he has finally kept a low profile. Otherwise, I am afraid that assassination groups from all over the world will preempt him. His rank on the assassination list may be moved forward.
Because the grandson Wuji was amazing and he made great contributions to the country, the emperor of the Wuji country specially named the grandson prince with the title of country. This is the supreme glory in the continent of Wuzhou.
Yao Xun finally ended his long talk with a very sighing sentence-Changsun Wuji, the best in the world!
Meng Fuyao squinted, recalling Yao Xun’s exaggerated tone, and couldn’t help but smile.
Without the smile, Meng Fuyao, who was walking with his head down, slammed into someone’s chest.
The touch is weird—the forehead seems hard and soft, and there is a vague squeak.
This cry made Meng Fuyao if he realized something, he quickly raised his head, but he was already a step late.
A snow-white ball was immediately drilled from the clothes on the opponent’s chest, stroking the flattened belly, and hitting it with a vicious claw.
Unfortunately, halfway through the hit, a fruit was suddenly stuffed in his paw. An adult reacted very quickly, and he immediately retracted the “rat paw fist”, holding the fruit and gnawed away.
Meng Fu shook his head, and met a pair of brightly shining eyes.
Such eyes, glanced over in the cold winter wind, the four seasons are eternal spring, and no one except Yuan Zhaoxu can have it.
“What are you thinking about?” The corners of someone’s mouth are curved, and the eyes are curved. Although wearing a mask, those eyes are enough to be intoxicating.
“Think…you…” Meng Fu rolled his eyes, grinning and dragging his tone, waiting to see Yuan Zhaoxuan blush.
As a result, the powerful person didn’t blink his eyes, and smiled as she waited for her to follow.
“The eldest son of the eldest son Wuji.” Meng Fu shook his voice and finished quickly.
After hearing the next few words, Yuan Zhaoxuan was a little surprised. He looked at her and asked, “Why do you suddenly think of His Royal Highness?”
Meng Fuyao didn’t answer his words immediately, but looked around. Suddenly, sneakingly, he grabbed Yuan Zhaoxu’s hand and took him to the southwest wall of the German palace.
She had something in her heart and didn’t notice her actions. Yuan Zhaoxu just smiled and let her take it away obediently. Master Yuan Bao poked his head out of Yuan Zhaoxu’s arms and stared fiercely at Meng Fuyao’s hand, as if thinking Stare off this pesky paw with his eyes.
Meng Fuyao pulled Yuan Zhaoxuan up to the wall, squatting on the wall in an extremely indecent posture, reaching out and grabbing a stone, and throwing it at the dark courtyard below.
“Zhangsun Wuji, your bloodline is not right…”
Sure enough, the woman’s screams sounded immediately, but she seemed to be covered in her mouth after only half a sentence. At the same time, the torch was ignited for the second time, and a jumble of footsteps came from afar, and the guards of the German Palace were alarmed.
Meng Fuyao gave a stunned voice, “I didn’t have guards yesterday, so how come we have them today.” She looked back at Yuan Zhaoxun, who stood on the wall with her hand and stared at the dark and ruined garden below. A strange look gradually emerged.
There were guards shouting in the distance, Yuan Zhaoxuan pulled Meng Fuyao, exited the outer wall of the German palace, and retreated to an alley outside the palace. Before he stood still, he suddenly heard the sound of flying arrows!