Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

"Hey, my father-in-law grows stronger and stronger." Murong Fu stood on the tree, but he was watching with relish.

jokingly said:

"Can't we get in now?"

"No... No, let's go." Mu Wanqing shook her head and rejected Murong Fu's proposal.

"Hey, it's a pity that I can't learn from my father-in-law." Murong Fu smiled.

Mu Wanqing stretched out her hand to face it, and Murong Fu's waist was twisted fiercely: "Okay, let's go."

Murong Fu was also hot in his heart at this time, and hugged Mu Wanqing: "Hold me tight!"

"Slower."

Mu Wanqing could clearly sense the masculinity emanating from Murong Fu's body.

It is clear that the other party will definitely eat him next.

However, she was already prepared and buried her blushing smile in Murong Fu's arms.

Murong Fu smiled "hehe", walked around the tree, and came to Mu Wanqing's room.

The latter was startled: "Fulang, didn't we leave, why did we come back?"

"Shh, be quiet, don't let them hear." Murong Fu said deliberately.

According to his estimation, the two rooms are separated by a hall, as long as you don't shout forcefully.

Between each other, it is impossible to hear each other's gasps.

"This…"

Mu Wanqing wanted to refute, but Murong Fu had already put her on the bed.

Before he could speak, he was already kissed by Murong Fu.

After a while, another soft little thing got in.

Bad... badass!

Neither did Mu Wanqing. It was not the first time that Murong Fu had been bullied, and she quickly responded.

After a few breaths, there was a wonderful smell in the room.

After the two met frankly, Mu Wanqing said in shock and shame:

"Fu Lang, you... your body?"

Murong Fu was also very strange, and said, "I don't know, my body changed after I took Da Huan Dan."

It stands to reason that he is twenty-eight years old, and he has long passed the age of physical growth.

I don't know what's hidden in Dahuan Dan.

It actually made his physique more than doubled, as if he had become a beast.

Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth, she knew this earlier, she had...

"Okay, Wan'er, let's hurry up, otherwise the father-in-law is over, and we will be discovered."

Mu Wanqing's shy little face was almost flushed out of water.

He whispered, "Fulang, I love you, please have pity."

Murong Fu looked at the woman below him affectionately, and said seriously, "Don't worry Wan'er."

With that, the tense breathing becomes rhythmic.

One, a small competition between Weng's son-in-law began.

…

Several hours later.

Duan Zhengchun stood helplessly under the moonlight.

Those who didn't know, thought he was admiring the moonlight.

Actually waiting anxiously.

"This bastard, Murong Fu, is too much. This king has spent a total of three bowls of tea."

"How are you, it's been a few hours, but you came out."

What do scumbags fear most?

The scariest thing is having a daughter.

Now he can't wait to rush into the room and pull Murong Fu off his daughter's bed.

"God, if I'm wrong, please retribute on me, don't embarrass my daughter."

Soon, the whole room changed with a rising and falling tone.

Murong Fu slowly walked out of Mu Wanqing's room. "Hehehe" looked at his old husband and said:

"Duan Wangye waited for a long time?"

Pooh!

Not just waiting for a long time, but waiting to die.

"Cough, no, this king just came out." Duan Zhengchun said with a calm face.

Murong Fu asked knowingly, "Duan Wangye, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I..." Duan Zhengchun was about to say what he said, but he swallowed it back abruptly. Changed his mouth to say:

"This king just got the information, and the Yuan people seem to have a big move for the longest time."

"Big action? Is it because of my competition with King Jinlun?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"No, the target is the Ming Kingdom." Duan Zhengchun said.

Murong Fu's face sank, the last time the Yuan people destroyed the Ming Dynasty's army of 300,000.

This time, I'm afraid I'm going to take advantage of Ming's weakness and take their hinterland in one fell swoop.

In this way, the territory of Yuan Kingdom has doubled, and it will form a posture of encircling the capital of Song Dynasty.

Shen said:

"If the Ming Kingdom loses, our Majesty will probably move the capital."

Duan Zhengchun smiled contemptuously: "Kaifeng has long been unsuitable as the capital of the Song Dynasty."

"If it weren't for your Prime Minister Qin, who insisted on not leaving, I'm afraid Zhao Huan would have gone to Luoyang long ago."

Murong Fu nodded, but Song Ming had always had a good relationship.

Zhao Huan should send troops to help, and he will not easily let Yuan succeed.

"Well, it's getting late, you should rest early." Duan Zhengchun said embarrassedly when he saw that Murong Fu didn't speak, his expression was like a worried old father.

Seeing this, Murong Fu smiled and let the other party walk slowly. For some reason, since his body has grown stronger, he has become more aggressive.

Always looking for someone to fight!

"Could it be because of the strong qi and blood?"

Murong Fu "murmured", listening to the snoring from Mu Wanqing in the room.

A little ashamed, I used a lot of energy to do things.

Looking up at the sky, the cold moonlight made him quiet.

Suddenly, a small bird the size of a slap fell from the sky.

Seeing this, Murong Fu raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the bird, and skillfully took off a note from its leg.

Afterwards, he smiled and said, "Falun Dafa King Jinlun is finally here!"

On the second day.

Murong Fu touched Mu Wanqing's beautiful little face and said, "Okay, it's time to get up, your mother has come to urge you a few times."

"No, my legs still hurt now, I need to sleep a little longer." Mu Wanqing gave Murong Fu a rare coquettish gesture.

"Didn't I already heal you from exercise, why is it still painful?" Murong Fu smiled helplessly.

"Hmph, I don't blame you for not talking! Otherwise, I would have woken up early." Mu Wanqing protested in a low voice.

Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "Hehe, then you can rest well. Recently, just stay by your father's side."

"Huh? Where are you going?" Mu Wanqing asked in surprise.

"I got the news that Dharma King Jinlun has come. Four days later, I will compete with him during the Tianzhong Festival. I need to find a place to retreat for a few days." Murong Fu said.

"Don't you need me to accompany you?" Mu Wanqing put Murong Fu's hand on her face and asked with concern.

Murong Fu looked at Mu Wanqing's delicate and tender ketone body and smiled, "Forget it, you are here, I don't have the mind to retreat."

"It's necrotic!" Mu Wan was so ashamed that she said, "I'll go cheer you up on the day of the competition."

"Okay!" Murong Fu gently stroked Mu Wanqing's hair.

After thinking for a moment, he got up and left, walking aimlessly on Songdu Street alone.

Before long, a familiar and unfamiliar voice rang in his ear.

"Amitabha, Murong Xiaoyou has not seen you for a long time, how are you doing?"