Chapter 566: Murong comes to visit

Style: Fantasy Author: LiexiWords: 3622Update Time: 24/01/18 09:57:26
Looking at the person in front of him, Wang Yi sighed and said, "What are you doing here?"

After speaking, he opened the purse in his hand, took a look at it, smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, here you go." After that, he threw it to Xiaoguang aside.

"Ouch!" a voice sounded, but Xiaoguang reached out to take the money bag and screamed in surprise.

"Jingle Bell……"

But the money bag fell to the ground, and the silver coins and gold coins inside rolled out and scattered all over the floor.

"what happened?"

Wang Yi took a step forward, pinched Xiaoguang's arm, pulled up his sleeve and screamed: "Who hurt you? Tell me?"

The big shopkeeper of the Longhu Gang is dead. The king is afraid that no one in Chang'an City can hurt Xiaoguang. After all, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Not to mention, there was a woman he hated sitting in the room.

Xiaoguang chuckled, bent down and continued to pick up the gold coins on the ground, while asking: "Where did this money come from? Are you killing people and getting rich again?"

Wang Yi sighed and said with a wry smile: "This is Ah Jue's wages from working as a waiter here for ten years. He didn't ask for it when he left. I asked the shopkeeper to ask for it for him."

When Xiaoguang heard this, he couldn't help but look up at the woman in front of him.

Then he asked Wang Yi: "Is this all for me?" It was said that he hated Ah Jue very much and wanted to kill him.

But he doesn’t hate the vain silver coins, so he can’t have trouble with money, right?

Murong Shuyu, who was sitting aside, looked at Xiaoguang's appearance and couldn't bear it and cursed: "Look at your worthless look. Are you short of money?"

Before he finished scolding, Xiaoguang fainted.

Seeing the bad news, Wang hugged him and carried him to the bed. After placing Xiaoguang away, he discovered that there was a wound on his chest.

The wound has been bandaged, but blood is still oozing out.

Murong Shuyu held a sword tip in his hand. Wang Yi reached out and took it, put it under his nose and smelled it. Fortunately, it was not poisonous.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't help but complain: "How do you look after the child? What if there is an accident?"

He didn't say anything further because he found that he seemed to have no reason to teach the woman in front of him. Who knew if this guy would think of ways to plot against him again?

The pain in the chest was probably something only a child like Xiaoguang could endure, and he certainly couldn't bear it anyway.

Murong Shuyu sighed and asked quietly: "Did you go to see him?"

"So what? Didn't he give Xiaoguang ten years of wages?"

After thinking for a while, he added: "He had too many enemies back then, and he was afraid that he would implicate you, so he thought of faking his own death to hide the truth. He also didn't expect that you actually had a child."

When Wang Yi said this, he suddenly shouted angrily: "These things are none of my business. You plotted against me. I originally planned to chop you with a sword."

At this point, he realized that Murong Shuyu's hands were trembling.

After thinking about it, he didn't bother to say anything else. After all, this was Jian Shisan's family matter, and he didn't want to get involved.

Murong Shuyu looked at Wang Yi and sighed: "Xiaoguang went to the Longhu Gang's villa today... I didn't expect that something unexpected happened, so that's why."

Wang Yi shook his head: "Is your Murong family very poor? So poor that you want to rob the Longhu Gang's territory? So poor that you want to establish a gang and cause a bloody storm in the world?"

Others were afraid of the evil woman in front of him, but Wang Yi was not.

At that time, he might have taken Murong Shuyu's sword, but ten years later, he was no longer the vigorous Wang Yi back then.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Think about it, I was only two years older than Xiao Guang now."

Murong Shuyu walked to the bedside and stared at Xiaoguang who had fainted. He reached out and touched Xiaoguang's tightly wrinkled forehead, looked at Wang Yi and sighed.

He replied calmly: "I don't know what will happen in the future. Since the big boss of the Longhu Gang is dead, why don't I just take over his territory?"

Wang Yi thought for a while and ignored her.

In his opinion, the woman in front of him was a lunatic ten years ago. After waiting ten years, it would be difficult to forgive Jian Shisan.

Even if he does something crazy, it doesn't matter to him.

Compared with the crazy woman in front of him, he felt a little lonely. After winning Sword Thirteen, where would he go?

Looking for a woman to get married to, it seems that along the way, he has not met a woman who can like him.

Being killed by Jian Shisan on the top of the snow-capped mountains seemed like a good destination. At least in the years to come, he would no longer have to fight the lunatics who came to him for a decisive battle in the world.

After a long silence, Wang Yicai asked: "Aren't you afraid that he will know that you are the owner of Yeyu Tower, the boss of a killer organization?"

He had always wanted to ask Xiao Guang this question, but couldn't.

Now that Murong Shuyu came to visit, he didn't mind saying anything more.

Wang Yi saw that Jin Wuming, the Thirteenth Sword of Swordsman, was a young master from an aristocratic family. Even if he wielded his sword to kill someone, he would be standing under the sun and fighting openly and openly.

If he were to know that the woman in front of him was actually the boss of a killer organization, what would be the difference between her and the boss of the Longhu Gang?

Sword Thirteen can kill the boss of the Longhu Gang with one sword, but won't he kill the owner of Ye Yulou with one sword?

Murong Shuyu shook his head: "I never thought about this. My best youth was given to that liar. Now I just want him to die in front of me."

Quietly, Murong Shuyu looked out of the window and saw the peach blossom tree in the yard.

Back then, Tai Xiangyu originally wanted to plant apricot trees in Hongchen Inn. Later, he realized that there were already apricot trees in the courtyard of No. 46, so peach blossoms were planted here instead.

The peach blossoms are still blooming on the branches, although the ground is already covered with red, and I can see that spring is about to go.

Time flies in this world, and beauty ages quickly.

How long did it take for her to blink? How old Xiaoguang is, how long she has been suffering!

Ever since that year, I met Jin Wuming, who was also young and frivolous under the peach blossom tree.

It has been sixteen...seventeen years since Jin Wuming faked his death and hid in the world.

A woman, a flowery girl, has several seventeen years...

How much love there was back then, how much hate there was later.

She doesn't care if Jian Shisan knows that she is pregnant with his child, and she doesn't care if Jin Shisan hides in the world for her and the child's benefit.

In her heart, the young master of Lantian Villa is a liar.

Wang Yi suddenly became stunned when he saw the woman in front of him, so he had to sit aside and pour himself a glass of wine.

Holding a glass of wine, try to think of yourself as the person who has betrayed your heart.

Jin Wuming, who had been hiding in the Hongchen Inn for ten years, then tried to gaze at the woman in front of him with Jin Wuming's state of mind.

As a result, he found that his heart was suddenly very messy. He realized that he was not Jin Wuming, because he, Wang Yi, had never been in contact with women.

He has never drunk wine before, doesn't he know what it tastes like?

It was like he had never been loved by a woman, or loved a woman, and he could not try to understand Murong Shuyu's current mood.

No one can understand Murong Shuyu's feelings for Jin Wuming, and no one knows what she is thinking.

If she had no feelings for Jin Wuming, she would not give birth to Xiaoguang.

But if he really loved Jin Wuming to death, he would not have taught himself the sword technique of Jin Wuming and then forced himself to kill the young master of Lantian Villa.

After sighing, Wang Yi laughed: "When you asked me to kill him, did you know that I was no match for him?"

"You asked me to use his sword skills to kill him, just to tell him that you only have him in your heart? Later, after I had a chat with the old owner of Lantian Villa, I realized that I was a fool."

After taking a sip of wine, Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "You two are both madmen."

A gust of spring breeze entered the living room. Murong Shuyu raised his hand and brushed the wind-blown hair behind his ear, and smiled.

In Wang Yi's eyes, the smile of the crazy woman in front of him was as gentle as the spring breeze.

Murong Shuyu couldn't remember how long it had been since she smiled. No matter whether others said he was a fairy in the world or a devil in hell, she never cared.

Because the man she liked died, from the day she heard the news of Jian Shisan's death, she decided to make the owner of Lantian Villa regret it for the rest of her life.

Until he learned from Xiao Guang again that a person who had been dead for ten years actually came back to life.

She was so angry that she couldn't even sit down, and she couldn't sleep well, so she had no choice but to trouble Wang Yi.

Thinking of this, Murong Shuyu looked at Wang Yi and smiled softly: "After waiting for ten years, when are you going to fulfill your promise to me?"

Wang Yi did not answer immediately, but took a breath.

He poured another glass of wine and put it on the table, and said quietly: "How does this wine taste?"

Murong Shuyu took a sip, curled her lips and replied: "I have drunk this wine before, it was all bought by Xiao Guang, and the taste is just like this. Tell me, don't beat around the bush on me."

Wang Yi sighed and looked at Murong Shuyu who suddenly laughed. The laughter made Murong Shuyu confused and she cursed softly in anger.

Wang Yi sighed: "I have no grievances with you in the past, and we have no enmity recently. Why do you expect me to die every day?"

"You are thinking too much. I just want to borrow your sword to kill that guy."

Murong Shuyu raised her head and stared at him, and said quietly: "You also know that as soon as I see him, I am afraid that I will be bullied by him again. How can I do it?"

"Bah, you are as shameless as that guy!"

Wang Yi smiled, as bright and sunny as the peach blossoms outside the window.

Looking at Murong Shuyu, he said with a smile: "Back then, you bullied me into being an ignorant young man and asked me to die; now you have changed your tactics and used my compassion to die for you..."

Smiling, Wang Yi's voice became cold.

Looking at the peach blossoms outside the window is just like Ah Jue standing in the Yingyue Tower that day and staring blankly at the peach blossoms above her head.

He said coldly: "How do you know that I will definitely fight him in ten years? How do you know whether I can defeat him?"

Murong Shuyu shook his head and looked at him and said word by word: "Because you are Wang Yi, the King of Meteor Sword, you have never been afraid, nor have you avoided the challenges of others!"

Turning back, he looked at Wang Yi and asked quietly: "Don't say that I forced you to die. There are countless eyes in the world watching your every move."

Wang Yi took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes unconsciously while looking at the peach blossoms in the yard.

He stretched out his hand silently, as if the next moment, the petals on the branch would float over and fall to his fingertips.

Gaoli murmured to himself: "Wang Yi died in Lantian Villa back then, in front of the grave of Jian Shisan, and my Meteor Sword was also buried in that secluded lake."

When it comes to being a rogue, Wang Yi is not inferior to the woman in front of him.

I don’t have a sword in my hand, so you can’t let me die, can you? Although he had already agreed with Jin Wuming on the time for the decisive battle.

The matter of Wang Yi abandoning his sword is not a secret. It was spread in the world as early as ten years ago.

Murong Shuyu had expected that he would answer like this, so he replied coldly: "It's okay, you can use my sword, or I can go find a sword for you."

Wang Yi shook his head, his hand holding the wine glass trembling.

He sighed and said quietly: "Look, my hands are trembling. How can I hold the sword you gave me?"