Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Previously, everyone's eyes were focused on Doctor Xue and the beauty in red who was suspected to be the mistress of the Murong family. Although some people noticed Abi beside them, on such a big occasion, no one would pay much attention to a silent girl, just thinking that she was a female member of the Murong family.

How could they have guessed that, with their elegant demeanor, A'Zhu and A'Bi were actually just maids serving Murong Fu? If I knew it, I would probably have to sigh in my heart for a long time.

Being retorted by a little girl, not to mention the woman of the enemy's family, Cui Baiquan subconsciously wanted to curse. Taking a closer look, the person speaking was a female doll that looked as clear as a hibiscus. A pretty white face, like a newly peeled water chestnut, clear but not greasy, and two water-cut eyes with a smile that makes people feel calm.

Cui Baiquan originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to get angry, but under the gaze of those eyes, he felt the breeze blowing on his face, and his anger calmed down by half.

So he suppressed his anger and said patiently: "May I ask what I call this young lady?"

Abi and A'Zhu looked at each other and smiled: "Sister A'Zhu and I are both maids who serve Mr. Murong with tea and inkstones. We cannot afford the old man's title of "little lady" or "big lady". My name is Abi, and this is My sister Aju."

As soon as Abi said this, everyone in the hall was puzzled: This whole-body majesty was actually just two little maids from the Murong family!

So what kind of person is Mr. Murong himself? Wei Dao didn't even come forward in person for important matters such as recruiting Divine Doctor Xue. In people's minds, such trivial matters could just be handled by a few maids in charge.

Thinking about it, according to what Elder Wu of the Beggar Clan just said, even Ding Chunqiu made the entire world fearful old demons flee in confusion in the hands of Master Murong. This kind of thing here is really not a big deal.

Abi bowed and said to Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi: "This uncle, and that young knight. There is no way that my young master killed the head of your family.

Because a few months ago, my son-in-law was at Tianlong Temple in Dali. At that time, Sister A'Zhu and I, as well as Brother Bao and Brother Feng, were with the young master. All the eminent monks at Tianlong Temple can testify to this matter. If you do a little research, you will know that Abi did not lie to you. "

Abi's crisp voice was like a clear spring on a stone, and she spoke eloquently. The heroes present all nodded after hearing this, secretly admiring this little girl's courage. Not to mention women, even ordinary people in the world who have never seen big scenes will inevitably get emotional and behave in a panic on such occasions. How can they be as calm and calm as this little girl?

When Cui Baiquan heard these words, his face turned into gold paper. He originally thought that in front of the world's heroes, even if he couldn't get revenge, he could still make the Murong family feel happy. Now it seems that even the enemy got it wrong. This is really embarrassing to grandma's house.

He glanced at Guo Yanzhi, who also had an ugly expression. However, as his nephew, Guo Yanzhi reacted much faster than him at this time: "Based on the one-sided words of a little girl like you, do you think we have to travel thousands of miles away?" A trip to Dali? My master obviously died at the hands of the Murong family. If Murong Fu dares to do something he doesn’t deserve, don’t blame me for causing a scene today!"

He was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and he was heartbroken that his master had died in vain, so his words lost importance for a while.

Everyone in the hall heard Yanzhi's arrogance and started talking about it.

Doctor Xue scolded angrily: "With your three-legged cat skills, are you worthy of fighting against my Young Master Murong?"

The eight friends of Hangu also looked at each other angrily. They had a big disagreement and the two sides started to fight.

Guo Yanzhi refused to give up and continued to grab the lead: "What is Mr. Murong? I think he is a cowardly person who dares to act but does not take responsibility, hides his head and shows his tail, and hides himself behind the scenes!"

"How presumptuous! Don't insult your uncle!"

The eight friends could no longer bear it. Among them, Fan Bailing had the most violent temper. He picked up the chessboard and took the lead, killing Cui Baiquan and the other two. Guo Yanzhi also took out his soft gem whip from his waist and prepared to fight the enemy.

Just when everyone in the hall was about to witness a firefight, a "clang" sound from the piano broke through the haze like a sharp blade, and then a series of notes sounded.

The people in the hall who were talking about each other suddenly stopped talking. Everyone's face turned pale instantly, and blood surged in their bodies. What was even worse was that the weak one stumbled and almost fell from his seat.

Only a few people with first-rate martial arts skills can remain unaffected by the sound of the piano. After listening carefully, you will know that the song "Guangling San" is playing, and the person playing it is the iron-clad Qin, the white-haired old man who has not spoken since just now.

After Kang Guangling played a song, everyone present was staggering around and in a state of confusion. Only a few people remained unmoving.

He stood up and looked at everyone with a smile. Everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes.

Kang Guangling put away the iron harp and smiled slightly: "Everyone, the weather is hot. The old man is showing off his ugliness to relieve the heat. It makes you laugh."

This magical skill is revealed, how can a group of people dare to neglect it. Even though he knew that this person was trying to establish his authority, how could he dare to lose his temper? So they all stood up and returned the courtesy, and there was a lot of flattery and flattery.

From beginning to end, Xuannan and other Shaolin monks sat in the corner without speaking. When Kang Guangling was playing just now, Xuannan and the six nephews of the Hui generation remained motionless, but they all saw the look of shock in each other's eyes. Even Xuannan was slightly moved.

Kang Guangling walked up to A'Zhu Abi and stretched out his palms to touch the back of Er Shu's heart. As two strands of internal force were input into their meridians, most of the discomfort they had felt due to the sound of the piano just now disappeared.

A'Zhu (Abi): "Thank you very much, Mr. (Master)".

Divine Doctor Xue cast an admiring look at the senior brother and said loudly: "Master Murong's martial arts is still ten times that of the old gentleman just now. Young Master Murong, and Brother Cui, do you think that with his strength? Mr. Murong’s martial arts skills, if he really killed the leader of the noble sect, would he still be afraid of your revenge? To put it bluntly, it would be easy for the old gentleman just to kill two people!"

Guo Yanzhi said angrily: "You" but after the word "you", he could no longer say anything. Although the other party's words were not polite, they were true.

His face turned pale: "Is it really impossible to avenge the leader's great revenge?"

At this moment, a sigh sounded in everyone's ears, and everyone's expressions changed drastically. The sound was as clear as if someone was talking to my ear. But there are hundreds of people in this hall! This person's internal strength has really reached an unpredictable level!

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse. Only Aju Abi and others were overjoyed.

Abi ran forward a few steps, with indescribable joy in her voice: "Master, you are back!"

"Yes, girl, I'm back."

Murong Fu, dressed in a green shirt, appeared at the door of the hall. He took a few steps gently, and before anyone could see his movements clearly, he was in front of everyone.

"Everyone, Murong Fu was delayed for a while because he had important matters. He was not able to greet you from far away. I hope I will forgive you."

Murong Fu stood in the hall with a smile. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to say anything.