Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

"Dinner is here!" It was Lan Fenghuang who pulled Murong Fu into the house.

"Ma'am, where's the food?"

"The man is in the pot, the food is in the bed!"

"This is not the meal I want!"

"Didn't you say it could be eaten as food? Are you lying to me!?"

"Uh, no, that's not what I meant..."

"Hurry up, I'm hungry too..."

Kong Que and Zhong Wanchou were outside the house listening to the conversation between Lan Fenghuang and Murong Fu inside, with strange expressions on their faces.

After glaring at Zhong Wanchou, the two began to have an eye contact.

"Listen to others, look at yourself!?"

Zhong Wanchou glared back without showing any weakness: "What are you listening to!? What are you looking at!? People eat it as a meal, look at yourself, which meal have you missed?" He also took a look at the peacock's belly.

In the eyes of later generations, Kong Que was a little fat, with a slightly obvious belly. In Dali, among the Baiyi people who wore cool clothes that exposed their belly buttons, it was particularly obvious.

Kong Que grabbed Zhong Wanchou by the collar, dragged him to his room, and his eyes became fierce. His eyes conveyed the message: "Come on, I will also be your food."

Inside the house, Lan Fenghuang and Murong Fu's voices were more effective than silence at this moment, while outside the house, Kong Que and Zhong Wanchou's silence was more effective than voice!

Zhong Wanchou was still thinking about where to go to shout "who else" but was pulled away by Kong Que and force-fed. . . . .

It was already past noon when Lan Fenghuang and Murong Fu arrived again.

"Have you discussed it? Next one!" Murong Fu stood in the middle of the field and said loudly. It was just that he was a little too full and couldn't wear his suit anymore. Unfortunately, the suit had turned into filaments while he was eating, but fortunately his pants were saved.

Murong Fu simply exposed his upper body, wearing leather shoes, a belt, and trousers with pockets.

Murong Fu's performance over the past two days has truly astonished everyone in Southern Xinjiang. There are even women in Southern Xinjiang who shouted, "Master Murong, I want to give birth to a child for you."

Murong Fu smiled back, even exposing his upper body. To use the words of later generations, it can be described in two words: "Spoiling fans!"

"Hmph, you are a bunch of slutty bitches, what are you doing? Can you bear to eat me as your meal? This Saint is not bragging, few of you can do it." Lan Fenghuang couldn't help but spat in a low voice.

The peacock next to him twitched his lips when he heard this. This was something that not everyone could bear. He didn't eat breakfast until the sun was high in the morning, and didn't eat lunch until the sun was low in the afternoon.

She and Zhong Wanchou also tried it, but they really couldn't afford it. She didn't know what happened to Zhong Wanchou last night. He ran home and came back with such a strong addiction. Until now, she and Zhong Wanchou have been looking at each other with weak legs.

Nan Yiping was already in a dilemma. He didn't expect that Meng Qilun and Dushe had failed to defeat Murong Fu. So he could only go on stage by himself.

Nan Yiping walked slowly up to the Five Saints Platform. Nan Yiping had one of the greatest strengths, which was to plan carefully before taking action, and not to do something when he knew it was impossible. In the past two days, he had carefully understood the reasons why Meng Qilun and Viper had failed in the previous two battles.

Needless to say, the reason for Meng Qilun's failure was the difference in hard power. And Viper's answer made him more certain, that is, Murong Fu was a fool.

Murong Fu was from Zhongyuan, he didn't know poison. He was willing to marry Lan Fenghuang because he didn't know poison. If he knew poison, how could such a young talent risk being poisoned by the love poison and marry Lan Fenghuang?

You must know that the love poison cannot be cured, and the person poisoned will not live long even if he does not betray.

When Meng Qilun fought Murong Fu, he didn't use poison. When Dushe fought Murong Fu, the poison didn't even touch Murong Fu's clothes, so it was useless.

So after much thought, Nan Yiping came up with a solution, which was to use power to suppress others and to force others with courtesy.

"Mr. Murong, you are a martial arts master, but our Five Poisons Sect was founded on poison. Therefore, people in the sect must understand poison and even be able to resist most of the poisons in the world." Nan Yiping came on the field and did not fight with Murong Fu. Instead, he said these words.

"What the elder said is correct!" Nan Yiping was also bald, short and bald. Murong Fu stared at Nan Yiping's head and felt that although Lao Guang's head was shinier than Nan Yiping's, it was not as flat as Nan Yiping's.

No wonder he is called Nan Yiping, his parents are really foresighted.

Although Nan Yiping saw Murong Fu's gaze, he was not annoyed. He even touched his bald head and continued: "

Today we won’t fight with words, we’ll fight with weapons, okay! ? "

Murong Fu was a little confused, but he was not afraid of any of Nan Yiping's methods. He was confident that there were not many people in the world who could defeat him instantly in a one-on-one fight. If they were not defeated instantly, he could run away even if he could not win.

"Just draw the path, and I, Murong Fu, will carry it on my shoulders."

"Good! Master Murong is so domineering!" These two people really gained a lot of fans for Murong Fu. Many people went from being unfamiliar with Murong Fu to admiring him, especially many young people in southern Xinjiang. They felt that Murong Fu was very much to their liking.

"Mr. Murong, it's not a problem. Let me bite you, just one bite. If you can survive that, I will be willing to die for you, not to mention marrying the Saint." Nan Yiping said the cruelest thing in the calmest words.

The crowd in the audience was already going wild, saying that Nan Yiping was unkind.

"Hey, old man, do you dare to let your own red-bellied snake bite you?" A member of the Baiyi tribe who was disgusted shouted out.

When Nan Yiping heard this, his face twitched. The red snake had just been strengthened by its venom during the Five Sacrifices. If it was the red snake before, and it bit him, he would be able to hold on until the poison was detoxified.

But now, I don't dare to try. Fortunately, I have raised this red snake since it was young, and it only listens to me. Otherwise, Nan Yiping would have locked it up after it had eaten the venom.

Nan Yiping said nothing, just looked at Murong Fu.

If Murong Fu agreed, he would let the red snake bite him. If he died, that would be the end of everything. If he didn't die, he would probably be crippled.

If there is nothing wrong, then what else is there to say? Just bow your head and worship. Why don't you worship such a powerful person and establish your authority over him?

"So simple?!" "Come on!" Murong Fu was extremely happy. Others might not know, but he himself knew that he was immune to all poisons. He was definitely treated as the protagonist of the world.

Nan Yiping let the red snake bite Murong Fu, and then waited for Murong Fu to die from the poison.

I don’t know where Murong Fu got a handful of melon seeds from, but he started to eat them while waiting.