Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Qiao Feng walked alone on the road, feeling confused.

An hour ago, he handed over the dog-beating stick that symbolized his identity as the leader of the Beggar Clan, and walked out of the Apricot Grove under the various looks of the Beggar Clan disciples.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming. Not long after, huge raindrops fell on the ground.

"I'm a Khitan?" "How can I be a Khitan?" "But why do these people, who have no enmity or enmity against me, come together to arrange and frame me?"

At this time, Qiao Feng felt that his life in the past thirty years was like a dream.

If you are a Han Chinese, then others will definitely wash away today's injustices. But if you are a Khitan, then what you have done in the past few decades has been to regard thieves as your father, kill your own people, and be unkind and unjust.

Several elders of the Beggar Clan turned against themselves, and Mrs. Ma said that Ma Dayuan's death was related to her. He even concocted a story about how he stole gang leader Wang's suicide note. The most important thing is that he also took out a portable folding fan that he lost not long ago as physical evidence.

This woman was obviously wronging herself, but why did she do this to herself? Could it be said that there are really such coincidences in the world?

Qiao Feng thought he had a clear conscience, but he really couldn't figure out why Mrs. Ma had wronged him. Is it true that as Confucius said, "Only women and villains are difficult to raise?"

Wait!

Women and villains!

Like a spark bursting out in the darkness, he remembered that Murong Fu had said this to himself when he left the apricot forest: Be careful of women and villains!

He could understand being careful about villains, but why did Murong Fu bring a woman with him?

Qiao Feng's heart beat violently.

Could it be said that Murong Fu already knew about this matter?

The more Qiao Feng thought about it, the more he felt it was very possible. Although he had not been in contact with Murong Fu for a long time, Murong Fu always gave him the feeling of being a master of wisdom.

When Murong Fu wanted to take action when he was in Xingzi Forest, with the men he had ambushed in advance, plus Su Xinghe and other masters, not a single Beggar Clan disciple gathering today would be able to escape, but he couldn't. Didn't do that.

Even Qiao Feng himself didn't know about the meeting in the Apricot Forest, but Murong Fu was able to arrange everything in advance without anyone noticing.

Ask Murong Fu, he can know the truth!

If it were someone else, Qiao Feng would feel funny about his thoughts, but if the other person was Murong Fu, Qiao Feng felt everything was reasonable.

With the calculation in his mind, Qiao Feng felt that the chaotic fog in front of him had a direction, and he couldn't help but move faster.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, like an endless rain curtain, and Qiao Feng's vision couldn't help but become blurred in the rain curtain.

He looked up at the sky and frowned as he estimated that the rain would not stop for at least a while.

"It seems that we still have to find a place to hide from the rain for a while!"

Qiao Feng had some concerns in his mind and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

After walking a mile or two, a dilapidated mill appeared in front of Qiao Feng. Although the house was dilapidated, it could barely keep out the wind and rain.

Qiao Feng opened the door and clasped his fists: "I'm Qiao Feng, I'm a passerby who wants to take shelter from the rain."

I shouted three times in a row, but no one responded.

Seeing that there was no one here, Qiao Feng was not a pedantic person, so he opened the door and walked in.

The house was in a state of dilapidation, and there were spider webs in many places. It looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Fortunately, there was a small earth stove and a lot of dry firewood in the house, which was just enough to make a fire and dry the clothes.

The flint and steel he carried had long been out of use, but this was nothing to Qiao Feng. He rubbed two pieces of dry firewood together vigorously and lit the fire.

Deserted village, broken house, rainy night, one person.

It rained heavily outside the house, and it continued for several hours with no intention of stopping.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

The firelight reflected Qiao Feng's face, as strong as a lion's, and his thoughts kept rising and falling with the beating of the firelight.

Scenes from the past appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern, and then disappeared like smoke.

He wanted to reach out and grab them, but he couldn't grasp them.

Thirty years of life turned out to be a big dream arranged by others, but now, this dream bubble has been ruthlessly exposed.

Is there anything more cruel than this in the world?

He felt a sense of fear for no reason. The cold wind blew in, causing the firewood to sway. There were ghosts in the darkness, and the chill was overwhelming.

This fear is not a fear of something specific. With Qiao Feng's courage, even if there was a real ghost in this world, he would still dare to make gestures with him.

His intuition told him that he had been caught up in a huge conspiracy, and the mastermind behind the scenes might be watching all of this quietly at the moment.

And he was the beast trapped in the cage. He had no sharp claws, but he didn't know who his opponent was, and he had nowhere to use his sharp fangs.

He flicked a piece of wood on the fire, hoping to use the light of the fire to dispel the coldness.

Suddenly, he stopped.

There was a strange sound mixed in with the rain. Even though it was very subtle, his ears could clearly hear the sound of a bowstring a hundred steps away. How could he not catch this change?

Something stepped on the dead branches.

With such a heavy rain, even wild animals will not come out to look for food, and although such a place is desolate, it is absolutely impossible for wild animals such as jackals to appear.

Someone is coming in the direction of this hut, and there are quite a few of them!

who is it?

Could it be that the members of the Beggar Clan were so unwilling to give up that they actually wanted to drive him out and kill them all?

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng felt sad.

Qiao Feng's reaction was very quick, and he extinguished the fire with a burst of wind from his palm. Then he jumped up like a civet cat and hid on the beam.

Then he burst out laughing again: He was confused too. If he was really from the Beggar Clan, how could he have followed him all the way without him, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, noticing?

He jumped down from the rafter and landed lightly without making any sound.

Qiao Feng gently pushed open the dilapidated door. A strong wind mixed with heavy rain blew in. Qiao Feng squinted his eyes unconsciously.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and there was a faint cry for help in the wind: "Help!"

Qiao Feng rolled his eyes and spotted gradually growing black spots on the vast road outside the forest. Someone was chasing them in this direction.

Although the two sides were far apart, with Qiao Feng's eyesight, it was not difficult to see that it was a group of men chasing an escaped woman.

One chase and the other fled, both parties were heading in their own direction, and were about to enter the forest.