Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Wan Fang was still a little worried, with a bit of solemn expression on his face, and told Wan Yiyi a few words.

Then he hurriedly walked out of the meditation room and flew in the other direction.

In the house, Wan Yiyi wiped the blood off her body in disgust, gritting her teeth with a "squeaking" sound.

With a bit of disgust in her eyes, she looked towards the opposite wall and said in a cold voice: "Shu Ran, if I didn't see you as being of some use to me, I would definitely have you cut into pieces. Wan Duan!”

Then, he remembered his father's instructions, sat on the chair and took a reluctant sip of tea.

In the meditation room next door, Shu Ran had some difficulty breathing at this time, and his body was in severe pain from the inside out.

In the silent room, he could even clearly hear the sound of the insects inside gnawing at his flesh.

Shu Ran's scalp felt numb for a while, and her hatred for Murong Fu increased even more.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to take out a black porcelain bottle from his chest.

After hesitating for a moment, he poured the pill inside into his hand and swallowed it neatly.

"Miss, this is the last thing I can do for you." With a satisfied smile on his face, he slowly placed his hand on the place where Wan Yiyi had just hugged her.

Ever since the moment he saw Wan Yiyi, he had been sinking into it unknowingly.

He knew that his status was definitely not worthy of a noble and proud young lady, so he was willing to become the soil that nourishes roses.

As long as you stay by her side.

But now, this wish will eventually come true. His fate...

Shu Ran held her hands on the table, and Wan Yiyi's figure began to flash through her mind, her eyes full of love.

However, the next moment, his body suddenly stiffened, and he rushed to the ground and began to roll on the ground.

"Ah! Uh! Uh..."

A suppressed cry of pain spread from the room.

Wan Yiyi finally calmed down her mood, but when she heard this unpleasant sound again, she raised her hand and swept the teacup on the table to the ground.

After a while, the sound from the next room became even shriller, which made people feel a little creepy.

Wan Yiyi couldn't help but become scared at this time, and couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Although she disliked Shu Ran, she had to admire him as a person.

Sure enough, the people left behind by my grandfather are really brave, resourceful and strong-willed.

With him in hand this time, there is no fear that Murong Fu will be able to escape from Wanjia's grasp again.

Somehow, there was a certain place in her heart that trembled from time to time, as if a piece of flesh had been ripped away.

When she just hugged Shu Ran, she heard such a magnetic voice: "Miss, if you are really at the end of your rope, kill me..."

Shu Ran's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart one after another, making her breathless.

But in just a moment, Wan Yiyi returned to her usual calmness and composure, with a delicate little face as cold as ice.

She was born noble and did not deserve what these people thought!

But what she never knew was that the price Shu Ran paid was far more than he imagined.

In the meditation room, Shu Ran was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, and every bone in her body was misaligned.

The insects had bitten his skin, and the flesh seeped out bit by bit, slowly flowing to the ground.

Not long after, the entire Zen room was filled with the strong smell of blood, accompanied by the faint sound of biting insects.

There was no warmth in Shu Ran's eyes, as if the flesh and blood in front of him were other people's, and he was just a bystander.

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual energy burst out from his Dantian, knocking all the tiny insects away.

He was also hit, and his whole body flew up uncontrollably, and was hit hard against the wall.

"Bang!" The bones and flesh all over his body rubbed against each other and made a harsh sound.

Shu Ran seemed to feel no pain at this time. He stood up little by little and sat on the bed beside him.

The wind flew in through the window. Even though it was a warm season, what he felt at this time was an extremely biting cold.

However, time was tight and he could not think any more, so he quickly sat cross-legged and began to mutter something.

Immediately, countless dazzling red lights flew out of his body, spinning several times in mid-air and surrounding him.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the red light penetrated into his body from his ten fingers, as if summoned.

Shu Ran's voice was hoarse, but the screams could still be heard.

This technique was taught to him by his old family master when he was a shadow guard. It is a unique skill of the Wan family.

He has never used it for so many years, and now it is time for him to devote himself to the Wan family.

This technique is sinister and sinister. It uses the flesh and blood of the person's body as a bond, the spiritual energy as a guide, and then swallows the secret elixir...

People who practice can greatly increase their strength in a short period of time, but they have to endure pain that the world cannot bear.

The most important thing is that this technique can only be used once in a lifetime. No matter whether it succeeds or fails, it will eventually become a puppet that is neither human nor ghost.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and even though he felt a lot of reluctance in his heart, he could only continue on this path.

"Murong Fu, I will definitely kill you!"

At this time, outside the gate of [Wanxiang Temple], Murong Fu and his party walked up leisurely.

They even caught a few pheasants on the way and feasted on the delicious food as if they were traveling to and from their own back garden.

Zhuge Qingyun was reminiscing with some lingering thoughts, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Tell me, what on earth do these Wan family fathers and daughters think, that they want to offend Brother Murong, this great Buddha?"

Dongfang Bubai looked at his careless look and rolled his eyes unconsciously: "I see, they just feel uncomfortable, and they actually set their sights on me."

"When I see those people again..."

Before he could finish his words, Bodhisattva Miao Yi rarely said, "How did you feel when you saw me? Didn't you get knocked unconscious and tied to the bed in embarrassment?"

When Dongfang Bubai heard this, his face suddenly became a little confused, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Finally, she looked at Murong Fu as if asking for help, with a hint of help and coquettishness in her eyes.

"Okay, don't argue anymore."

"You two sisters must make peace and be happy. Only then can this big family be more harmonious and happy."

"Let's go! My husband will take you and the other two to kill the traitor Wan Fang!"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, stretched out his hands from left to right, held the two of them in his arms, and walked towards the door.

Behind him, Zhuge Qingyun looked at this scene dumbfounded, feeling that he was offended.