Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

Xiang Rong's face turned cold for a moment: "Whoever dares to disrespect the master, the subordinate will let them die!"

"Forget it this time, I don't want to have a next time."

Murong Fu patted Xiang Rong, and handed the cup to Xiang Rong.

Then leave.

Xiang Rong got up slowly, staring at the cup in his hand, his face suddenly changed.

"Ma'am, the young master seems a little unhappy." Abi asked after looking at Murong Fu's leaving back.

"The group of people named Nangong, no matter what the reason."

"Inserting the cup into the table is a kind of provocation to our Murong family. The young master didn't arrest them, which shows that he has a broad mind." A'Zhu explained.

"It seems to be the same!" Abi thought for a while and finally understood.

After Murong Fu left the yard, he remembered yesterday's New Year's Eve, he didn't seem to see that little girl Mu Wanqing, and muttered:

"Recently, she was only lightly punished a few times. The little girl won't go on a hunger strike to protest. Forget it, it's still early, so go and see her first."

He walked towards Mu Wanqing's yard with all his heart, completely oblivious to the panting Murong Shanshan running not far behind him.

Because Mu Wanqing often had to be punished, Murong Fu arranged her yard relatively secluded.

No one comes here on weekdays, and occasionally you can only hear the sound of the other party practicing.

Murong Fu went up and saw the little girl practicing kung fu there.

Playing a set of very boring swordsmanship.

But no matter how ordinary the sword technique is, paired with Mu Wanqing's graceful and slender figure, it will become extremely beautiful.

Like a hibiscus in water, it is graceful and clear without any trace of carving.

After watching a few moves, Murong Fu really couldn't stand it, this sword technique full of loopholes:

"stop!"

When Mu Wanqing saw Murong Fu coming, she seemed a little upset.

He stabbed at a disagreement.

"Little girl, did your butt need to be spanked again?" Murong Fu smiled lightly when he saw this, and sucked a rattan stick with his inner strength.

He fought against Mu Wanqing.

Murong Fu's swordplay is light and agile, and his moves are continuous, like flowing clouds and flowing water. In an instant, his whole body is covered by a light curtain.

Mu Wanqing was startled immediately, she had heard that Gusu Murong's martial arts are profound, they know all about the kung fu of each school and sect, but unexpectedly their swordsmanship is also as exquisite as this.

But before she could react, a black shadow passed by.

There was a sharp pain in the buttocks.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

There were a few more crisp sounds, and the little girl who hit her blushed, and threw the long sword in her hand on the ground: "No more fights, no more fights, you know how to bully me because of your high martial arts."

Murong Fu approached him, picked up the sword that was thrown on the ground, and ordered: "Take it, I will teach you a set of Murong's sword skills, so that I will save you from embarrassing me when you go out in the future."

Chapter 197: Taming the Little Mustang

Feeling Murong Fu's kindness, Mu Wanqing's heart inevitably became hot, and she said shyly:

"Who will be with you in the future, I don't need you to care."

Murong Fu smiled, he knew that Mu Wanqing was a wild horse and could only be tamed slowly.

He didn't refute, just said: "You look after it."

Mu Wanqing also stopped being stubborn, and watched Murong Fu show his sword skills seriously.

"My Murong family's swordsmanship emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, followed by agility." Murong Fu introduced it to Mu Wanqing little by little.

One set is smooth and smooth, without any pause.

Mu Wanqing wanted to be himself, but found that she couldn't keep up with Murong Fu's every move.

The little deer in his heart couldn't help jumping up quickly, and little stars shone unconsciously in his eyes.

Murong Fu put away his sword moves and said with a smile: "How about it, do you remember?"

"Remember...a little bit." Mu Wanqing raised her hand and gestured a few times, shaking her head a little embarrassedly.

Murong Fu said calmly: "Hmph, practice as much as you remember, take your time."

"En." Mu Wanqing nodded, rarely refuting.

Murong Fu asked: "Why didn't you go to eat yesterday?"

"I..." Mu Wanqing lowered her head and whispered, "I'm going, I just saw that you are surrounded by women, so I didn't bother you."

"Ok?"

Murong Fu raised his brows, and thought to himself that the little girl would not be jealous: "Since you're gone, it's fine."

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing nodded, looked left and right, and consciously found a good place.

Putting on a sexy pose, he said, "You hit me a few times just now, can you give me a lighter punishment today?"

Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing in his heart.

I didn't expect this year's little girl to be so active: "Okay, I will punish you lightly today, thirty strokes."

"Ah, so many?" Mu Wanqing couldn't help shaking.

Murong Fu's strength is enormous, and he can also use dark energy.

She can't get up for a long time because of the pain after just one stroke. Didn't thirty strokes kill her, so she asked:

"Can you reduce it a few times?"

"Hehe, please, please, just hit you fifteen times." Murong Fu said in a deliberately provocative tone.

Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and said angrily, "I don't ask you, just thirty blows."

"Okay, then don't blame me, little wild horse." Murong Fu tied his wrist.