Murong Fu let go of the followers of King Changsheng and the Persian Chief Cult, and asked them to put together the dead people of the Ming Cult and incinerate the corpses with the sacred fire of their faith.
Originally, King Changsheng refused to agree, thinking that the Holy Fire was so sacred that only those who had made meritorious service to the Ming Cult could be baptized by the Holy Fire after death. However, Murong Fu just gave him a cold look, and the old man could only obey his orders. From then on, he took his only six men to carry the body.
Murong Fu found a clean place to sit down, Dao Baifeng slowly sat beside him, and the two cuddled together.
At this time, Fang Baihua came over, glanced at Murong Fu nervously, and asked, "Are you really Murong Fu, King of Yan?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "What do you think?" ?.?????.???
Fang Baihua wanted to say negative words, but after seeing that the other party was killing people like crazy and no one could match his unparalleled power, she couldn't help but feel frightened. She felt that in this world, except for King Yan, there was no one like him. Ordinary people.
"I think... you are."
Fang Baihua said weakly.
"That's it!"
Murong retaliated with a smile, his gentle smile was like a spring breeze, but it was not as cold as before when he killed someone.
"My eldest brother is the leader of the Ming Cult. After you kill them, are you going to go back and kill my eldest brother?"
Suddenly something occurred to her. Fang Baihua was not filled with joy at seeing her admirer, but instead was filled with fear and uneasiness.
If she saw the other party in this situation, she would rather never see King Yan than know who the other party was.
Murong Fu comforted him and said, "Don't worry! Although your eldest brother is the leader of the Ming Cult, he is just a puppet leader. The real people in charge are Lu Shinang and others. I have investigated this matter clearly. If he does not seek death in the future, I will I won’t kill him.”
"Really? You...you really don't know how to kill my brother?"
Fang Baihua cried with joy after hearing this, as if she had just walked through the gate of hell.
Seeing her fragile appearance, Murong Fu couldn't help but joked, "If you don't believe it, you might as well follow me to Dayan in the future. For your sake, I won't embarrass him."
Fang Baihua was stunned after hearing this. Facing Murong Fu's malicious gaze, her cheeks immediately turned red, and she felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
But when she thought of her eldest brother, she still pretended to be strong and said, "As long as you don't kill my eldest brother, I can do whatever you want, even...even..."
"What the hell?"
Murong Fu asked with a smile.
"Even if I give you... a slave, I will have no complaints."
She originally wanted to say that she would be willing to become a concubine, but girls always have to be reserved. In addition, she was no longer the young girl in love, and this matter was related to her eldest brother's life. She really didn't want to make any mistakes. I can only say humblely.
Dao Baifeng was vaguely aware of the little girl's thoughts when she had a heart-to-heart talk with Fang Baihua that day. She also asked Murong Fu afterward, but it was a pity that the husband had already given in. Otherwise, it would be great for such a good girl to be a sister.
Seeing that Murong Fu had no intention of doing so, but still wanted to tease other girls, Dao Baifeng couldn't help but hit him, and then Baihua said to him, "He just loves to joke with others, you don't have to listen to his nonsense, just be safe." .”
"But my eldest brother..."
When Fang Baihua saw Dao Baifeng rescuing her from the siege, she felt grateful and uneasy at the same time.
Dao Baifeng grabbed Murong Fu and stopped him from talking. He explained, "This guy doesn't have any bad intentions. He just sees that you have practiced martial arts well and wants to accept you as his disciple."
"Ah? Really, really?"
Fang Baihua glanced at Murong Fu with excitement, her face flushed with joy.
Dao Baifeng signaled that Murong Fu could speak. Murong Fu nodded and said, "Yes, I do intend to accept you as my disciple. I wonder if you are willing?"
This surprise came so suddenly, Fang Baihua knelt down directly on the ground, kowtowed to his master, "Master, I am here, my disciple Fang Baihua kowtows!"
Murong Fu raised his hand, and Fang Baihua was lifted up by an invisible force.
"With my current status, it is really not suitable for me to accept a disciple. Therefore, you and I only have the actual status of master and disciple, but not the name of master and disciple. I hope you can understand this."
After all, he is the monarch of a country, and it is really inappropriate to accept disciples, as it can easily mess up the hierarchy.
Fang Baihua just wanted to learn martial arts and didn't care about these false reputations. She immediately said, "Disciple understands!"
"In my opinion, your martial arts talent is not suitable for fighting in rivers and lakes, but for fighting on the battlefield. Therefore, I will not teach you internal skills, but only external skills. Can you agree?"
Since he had accepted the other party as his disciple, Murong Fu would naturally not let this talented person go to waste.
He wanted to train the other party to be a heroine general like Hua Mulan, Mu Guiying, and later Qin Liangyu, so taking the path of a Jianghu person was obviously overkill.
Fang Baihua hurriedly said, "Everything depends on the master's decision."
Murong Fu nodded slightly. Although he was not going to teach her internal skills, he still wanted to teach her some luck skills such as breathing and breathing. So he cut out the most suitable one from the martial arts he had learned and asked Fang Baihua to start practicing from now on.
Fang Baihua quickly found an undisturbed open space and sat down cross-legged, adjusting her inner breath evenly.
"Congratulations on getting this great disciple!"
Dao Baifeng laughed from the side.
Murong Fu was seeking an advantage from her without leaving any trace. Dao Baifeng's face turned red. Although he glared at his enemy, he did not refuse.
"I carve it out with all my heart. Whether she becomes a talent or not depends on her own luck!"
Seeing Murong Fu speaking seriously, Dao Baifeng would have believed him if his hand hadn't already reached into her arms.
"It's really hard for you. With such a serious appearance, you can always pretend to be the same!"
Dao Baifeng's breath shortened and she was so angry that she slapped Murong Fu on the shoulder.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Compared to when I was not serious, don't you think I am very serious now?"
Dao Baifeng was immediately speechless by his rebuke, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
Although Murong Fu was in an impetuous mood at the moment, he still tried his best to restrain himself due to the scene of heaven and earth, and the fact that there were many corpses around him.
Although the killing spree he had just started had little impact on his current state of mind, if he could vent his anger reasonably, it would be of course what he wanted.
Although Dao Baifeng did not show weakness to him, her body still cooperated with him. Knowing that Murong Fu had just killed so many people had some impact on his state of mind, but it was a pity that she could not help him relieve his fatigue at the moment.
I don't know how long it took, but Dao Baifeng snuggled next to him and gradually sat in Murong Fang's arms. His face was covered with a seductive blush, his red lips were slightly open, he was panting, and the charm in his eyes was like a rippling spring. Like, extremely restless.
As the moon disappeared and the stars set, and the sun rose in the east, Dao Baifeng was so tired that he fell asleep in Murong Fu's arms. At this time, facing the strong light, he slowly opened his eyes.
When she noticed the wetness between her legs, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment again, and she couldn't help but glare at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu laughed unkindly.
It happened that at this time, King Changsheng and others had placed everyone's corpses under the altar. As long as Murong Fu gave the order, they could all be burned with holy fire.
