ps: This volume continues from Chapter 427. Yu Liancheng uses the "Reincarnation and Source Cultivating Method" to enter the snow world and reincarnate.
The original character was set to be Xu Longxiang. I like the setting of Xu Longxiang with black hair, bare feet, and physical invincibility.
But none of the comments liked it. The Xu family has seen too much, so let’s change it to another one. Murong Tonghuang is the younger brother of the twins.
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Liyang Dynasty.
Jianzhou, Jiangdong.
Thumping!
A homing pigeon flapped its wings and flew across the earth. Pass through the thick old city wall and enter the bustling place from the suburbs. Fly over restaurants, inns and other buildings.
After flying to the mansion with the plaque "Murong Mansion" hanging on it, the speed slowed down, and finally stopped next to a middle-aged scribe in his forties, dressed in rich clothes and blue shirt.
This middle-aged scribe stands tall in a long robe, with a wisp of beard on his chin. He has a clear face and a handsome appearance. He must have been a handsome young man when he was young. Even now, she is extremely charming, but there is always a hint of hostility between her brows.
When he reached out to pick up the letter, he could see that the little finger and ring finger of the scribe's right hand were cut off at the same root, as if they had been chopped off by a sharp sword.
The middle-aged scholar called him Murong Qingsong, and he was the head of the Murong family.
The Murong family is a low-ranking clan in Jianzhou, far inferior to those powerful and aristocratic families.
Of course, no matter how you say it, they are still members of the aristocratic family. Compared with the ordinary people rolling around in the mud, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.
"In three days, our ancestor will celebrate his birthday. We will send people to welcome the Murong sisters and brothers to Guniu Dagang. You all should be prepared."
Murong Qingsong took off the tied letterhead from the pigeon's leg, and after reading it for a moment, he showed a look of joy.
Although it was not signed, Murong Qingsong knew that this pigeon came from the "Xuanyuan Family" in Jiangdong just based on the four words "Guniu Dagang".
As everyone knows, there is a saying in Jianzhou that "Dragon and Tiger in Jiangxi, Xuanyuan in Jiangdong".
The Xuanyuan family can be compared with the Taoist holy land of Longhu Mountain, so it is naturally an incredible behemoth. There are many masters. A little care of the Murong family can bring its power to a higher level.
The price was just a pair of siblings from the Murong family.
Let the Murong siblings serve the ancestor Xuanyuan who was nearly a hundred years old.
Patriarch Xuanyuan's lechery is well known in Jianzhou. And the beauty of the two siblings is also famous for thousands of miles.
"Murong Wuzhu, Murong Tonghuang..."
Murong Qingsong recited the two names lightly, and the image of the charming siblings could not help but appear in his mind. His breathing became heavier slightly, revealing a look of obsession, but then he was agitated, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. color.
"Emperor Murong Tong, you hold yourself aloof. This time, ancestor Xuanyuan asked you to serve on the mountain, what else can you do?!" Murong Qingsong showed a hint of viciousness. The right hand with two broken fingers was trembling slightly.
- Trembling with excitement.
"Hey, of course I have to tell my sister and brother this news early so that they can be prepared."
Gutu
Murong Qingsong's mouth became more malicious and he walked quickly towards the backyard.
He was looking forward to Murong Wutong's expression after hearing the news. When he thought of the panic and fear on his face, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Not long after, Murong Qingsong came to a courtyard with exquisite architecture, rockeries, thin bamboos and pools.
It's autumn now, but the lotus flowers in the pond are still blooming, and the fragrance of lotus fills the nose, which makes people feel refreshed.
Murong Qingsong walked to a room and hesitated for a moment. The deliberate malice in his heart finally overcame the fear. He coughed twice and cleared his throat before knocking on the door: "Nephew of Emperor Tong, a letter has come from the Xuanyuan family. It's been three days." Then I will send someone to greet you siblings."
"knew."
After a moment of silence, a cold voice came from the room. It seemed as cold as ice, and as beautiful as beads falling on a jade plate. It also had an indescribable aura of monsters.
After these three words fell, there was no sound in the room for a long time.
Murong Qingsong frowned and pushed the door, but it couldn't be pushed open.
That trace of malice came to mind again, and he said earnestly: "Tonghuang, although the old master Xuanyuan is old, he is the best master in the world, and has controlled the Xuanyuan family for half a century. You and Wuzhu must serve him well, otherwise it will not only be your brother and sister" Both are a disaster for our Murong family. You have never served anyone since you were young. Do you want me to go to a brothel and hire an old madam to teach you how to..."
"Murong Qingsong, it seems you haven't learned enough lessons yet." The cold voice came again.
A ray of cold light shot out, and amid the scream, it pierced into Murong Qingsong's mouth, shattering half of his tongue.
"Shut up, if you dare to spit a mouthful of blood in front of my room, I won't even want the remaining half of your tongue." The voice in the room was still cold, like a pool of frozen water that couldn't make any waves.
Murong Qingsong's screams stopped suddenly, as if a duck had its neck suddenly stepped on, with a look of fear on his face. I couldn't help but recall the situation when I lost my finger. At that time, I was obsessed with teasing Murong Wuzhu. If the other party's parents hadn't intentionally intervened, maybe he, the head of the family, would have died.
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In the exquisite room,
A young man was lying on the bed, but his face looked like it was carved from white jade, with jade face and red lips, he was so handsome that he was almost enchanting. Waterfall-like black hair flowed from the table, and her eyes flashed, she was so majestic that she captivated the country and the city. Although he is a man, he is better than countless stunning women.
He suddenly took a gentle sip, and the wine glass on his chest was immediately sucked over by him. The full glass of wine was immediately sucked into his mouth, and with a "gurgling" sound, it reached his stomach.
He exhaled again, and the wine glass immediately returned to its original place.
The boy's posture is not elegant, but his whole body is filled with this kind of magical power that makes people unable to extricate themselves. Coupled with that extremely beautiful face, it is enough to make anyone in the world fall into it.
It's no wonder that many princes and nobles in Jianzhou waited day and night and spent huge sums of money just to see him. There were also many talented people and beautiful women who wrote beautiful poems for him.
Sitting opposite the boy was a girl, whose appearance was surprisingly similar to that of the boy. Her skin was as crystal clear as snow, her appearance was unparalleled, and her figure was as graceful as mountains and rivers. Her temperament is delicate and delicate, which makes people feel pity for her.
This pair of boys and girls are the Murong siblings who are famous for their appearance in Jianzhou. The elder sister is Murong Wuzhu, and the younger brother is Murong Tonghuang.
Murong Wuzhu looked at his younger brother, the closest person in the world, and couldn't help but smile with a beautiful smile: "Brother, are you drinking or doing tricks?"
Murong Tonghuang blinked. His eyelashes were as long and dense as a fan. He pointed at the empty wine glass on his chest: "I just thought of a friend. He likes to drink like this."
Murong Wuzhu poured him a glass of wine with his jade hands that were fairer than a wine pot, and asked doubtfully: "Friend? Do I know him?"
Murong Wutong showed a look of reminiscence and said with a smile: "Maybe I don't know him. He is an unlucky guy. He is always betrayed by his friends, but he is very lucky."
