[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Murong Fu of Attack

Very good weather, very good dream.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched contentedly, walked downstairs, then blinked slightly in surprise.

Downstairs, Ming Gu was sitting at the table with a ashen face, and opposite her was the dejected Murong Fu.

As for the carved china plate on the table between them... what is it?

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward, picked up an unknown object on a plate, and said to Murong Fu hesitantly: "What's the matter, have you started to study poison~medicine?"

Murong Fu: "..."

Aunt Ming: "..."

A long time ago, when Aunt Ming was a girl learning crafts from her master, her master told her that there is a kind of magical person in this world.

They can really turn food into poison ~ medicine.

At that time, she still secretly admired this kind of person in her heart. After all, she could use poison or something. For a girl who had never experienced the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, it was quite impressive.

But now, she understands.

This poison is not that poison.

And obviously this kind of "poison ~ medicine" is more lethal.

much stronger...

In fact, Murong Fu was also very puzzled.

I obviously followed the steps completely!How could there be such a horrible result?

In other words, ordinary people can't do it even if they want to do it on purpose!

Is it really talented? !

hum.

Lu Xiaofeng on the side watched silently for a long time, and finally realized.

Oh, this is not poison ~ medicine, this is food...

Oh my God......

He carefully put this "food" back...

Then took a step back...

After another quarter of an hour, the building was full of flowers, Qin Fu and Huang Yaoshi also went downstairs.

Hua Manlou and Huang Yaoshi, who had an extremely keen sense of smell, froze for a moment as soon as they arrived downstairs. After looking at each other, they carefully avoided the source of their nose discomfort.

As for Qin Fu...

This guy has no sense of crisis at all.

He walked to the table carelessly, and saw a plate on the table.

Well, although the thing on the plate does not look very clear, it should be considered edible!

Under the complex gazes of panic, disbelief, oh my god, etc., Qin Fu calmly picked up a piece of snack, tasted it carefully, and then——

"It's delicious. Did Aunt Ming make this? It just looks a bit ugly."

what?

Lu Xiaofeng and Huang Yaoshi looked at the lethal weapon in disbelief.

Do you mean this plate of dim sum is delicious?

real or fake? !

After a moment of silence, Lu Xiaofeng finally stretched out his trembling hand, picked up a piece, and put it into his mouth with an expression of resignation.

......

——Is it really delicious? !why is that? !

Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng was puzzled, Gu Ming raised her head with a gloomy expression.

"Because the ingredients and proportions are right."

That's right, what she and Murong Fu were worried about wasn't the taste of the dim sum, but the appearance.

It is the visual impact of this dim sum!

Therefore, when Ximen Chuuxue came back from sword practice, he saw a few people standing or sitting, all with dignified faces.

Only Qin Fu opened his big round eyes with a dazed expression, and kept eating a plate of weird-looking snacks.

"Are you feeling okay?" Lu Xiaofeng asked Qin Fu with a strange expression.

"It's pretty good," Qin Fu said inexplicably, "You really like dim sum, why don't you eat it!" He thought for a while, then reluctantly pushed the plate towards Lu Xiaofeng, "Aren't you ...did you eat too much yesterday?"

"..." Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "I'm not in a hurry, you eat first, and I'll observe for a while."

Qin Fu blinked and blinked: "What are you observing?"

"Watch you."

"What?"

"No reason." Unbearable, Lu Xiaofeng picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into Qin Fu's mouth, "Hurry up and eat!"

Hua Manlou paused slightly with his fanning hand, and said softly, "It's too cruel..."

Murong Fu: "..."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyebrows slightly, put the long sword behind his back, and sat beside Murong Fu.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Murong Fu replied weakly.

"Oh, then what is this?" Ximen Fuxue pointed at Dim Sum, "Have you been researching poison~medicine recently?"

Murong Fu: "..."

Murong Fu stood up in pain but neatly, picked up the plate, and walked out without delay.

Ming Gu followed closely behind, her back was inexplicably tragic.

"What happened to him?" Ximen Chuuxue didn't know why.

For a moment, Lu Xiaofeng felt that there were too many complaints, but he didn't know where to start complaining, so he could only make a long story short: "The plate of 'poison ~ medicine' just now is a snack made by Su Yun for you."

Ximen Fuxue: "...for me?"

"That's right!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "He said it himself."

"..."

The Sword God was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up with a "shua", and the cold wind brought Huamanlou's hand shaking the fan to a standstill for a moment.

"What are you going to do?" Huang Yaoshi was puzzled.

"I'm going to get some snacks back to try."

"Don't try it, just wait patiently." Hua Manlou smiled.

Although he had known Murong Fu not long ago, he already had a certain understanding of this person, and he knew that he would definitely not like others who "begged for perfection".

But Ximen Chuuxue hesitated for a moment, still put on his long gown, and followed in the direction Murong Fu left.

"Why don't you listen to persuasion!" Lu Xiaofeng helped his forehead helplessly.

"Don't worry." Hua Manlou was very calm, "He may not be here to eat dim sum."

Of course, Ximen Chuuxue didn't intend to "remediate".

He held his breath and stood quietly outside the door, looking at the people inside who were still struggling with Dim Sum.

Murong Fu is rarely flustered, but now he looks very flustered.

None of the ingredients, tools, and steps for making dim sum are familiar to this person, but he is still working hard to get familiar with them.

Seeing Murong Fu working so hard, Ximen Chuuxue felt warm in his heart, after all, no one had ever worked so hard for him before.

But this warmth didn't last long, and was replaced by an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

——so familiar.

It was as if he had seen such a scene before, and had seen it more than once or twice.

But it's impossible, he couldn't have seen it!

So where does this sense of familiarity come from?

It was so familiar that it made him throbbing from the apex of his heart.

How could this be?

When Murong Fu sensed the breath outside the door, Ximen Chuuxue had already left.

The voice of the system in the mind flickered away——

"Ximen Chuuxue's favorability, seven hearts."

Immediately, the familiar favorability system interface appeared in his mind.

Huh.Seven hearts, it seems that we are not far away from the friendship between life and death!

Just as he was thinking like this, the favorability system in his mind was suddenly distorted, and the entire interface was torn apart in an instant, tearing into mottled pictures one after another.

"Buzz!"

The sudden sharp pain spread from the center of his head, this pain caught Murong Fu off guard, the pain made him even feel a little nauseous, so that he bent down uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that his forehead was dripping with sweat in pain, Ming Gu hurried to his side and asked urgently, "Do you have a headache?"

But this sound could not reach Murong Fu's ears.

He could only hear the lingering humming, and——

Indistinct screams.

This screaming sound seemed to originate from a place far away from him, but it was spreading closer to him bit by bit.

and......

very familiar.

He seemed to have heard this voice before.

What are you shouting for?

Seems to be--

"Ajun! Don't—"

don't... what?

He sank, and finally fell down slowly uncontrollably.

Ming Gu's exclamation seemed to be heard again.

And a long time ago, he had heard the whisper from the system.

"I won't hurt you, I will never hurt you."

"Believe me!"

Seeing Murong Fu fall to the ground, Ming Gu's face turned pale from fright.

"Master Su, are you alright?"

Murong Fu leaned against the table, rubbed his temples, and forced himself not to go into the darkness.

He took a long breath and said with difficulty: "No problem, don't worry."

The pain came and went quickly, and the pain subsided as the eyes became blindingly pale again.

Murong Fu forced himself to stand up, suppressed the nausea that was still churning, and showed a forced smile to Ming Gu: "Ming Gu, I'm really not feeling well, go and rest first."

"Okay." Ming Gu wanted to help him, but she didn't dare to stretch out her hand, so she said eagerly, "I'll call Young Master and the others over."

"No need." Murong Fu waved his hand, he had already supported the door frame and left the door.

His mind was in chaos at this moment.

Did he vaguely hear something just now?

Was someone yelling at him?

Scream...what's up?

I can't remember at all...