Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

"Guanggu Jingxin" is a Taoist internal force, and it is not advisable to break one's body too early. Murong Fu also set a small goal for himself to maintain Yuanyang. Although the time was immediately compressed to a weak point...

Therefore, he actually doesn't particularly yearn for little girls. However, when his mother mentioned childhood sweethearts, he also thinks it is a very beautiful thing. If he has someone to accompany him in his later years, he can be as happy as his father and mother.

Many memories are also excellent. Therefore, he listened to his mother's words and came to Notting City.

However, when he really arrived, Tang Shan turned into Tang San...

"Classmate Murong, what's wrong with you?" Tang San looked at Murong Fu, a little hesitant. He didn't understand why Murong Fu, who looked elegant and calm before, suddenly cursed. The master also looked at Murong Fu, but he didn't know if there was something wrong with his face.

No matter what the disease, there is always no expression.

"No, it's okay." Murong Fu waved his hands repeatedly. He couldn't say, I thought you were a little girl, and my mother hoped that you and I would have some sparks.

"Oh." Tang San nodded and looked at the master: "Teacher, thank you for proving it for us just now..."

Murong Fu didn't know why things were like this, and his mind was filled with confusion. Suddenly, Tang San actually chatted with the master for a few words.

When he came back to his senses, the master was looking at Tang San and said with interest: "Your Blue Silver Grass is not just Blue Silver Grass, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang San's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and there was a faint hint of murderous intent in his body. Murong Fu was also brought back to his senses by this hint of murderous intent.

Very obscure, but very solid, this guy...

Murong Fuyang pretended not to investigate, but in his heart he marked the young man named Tang San as dangerous. He had noticed before that this boy had murderous intent, but now it seemed that the murderous intent was not ordinary!

The master didn't seem to notice, pointing to the certificate from Wuhun Palace in Tang San's hand: "Others can't see anything on that certificate. But if I can't see it either, I'm not calling myself master in vain." He said and looked at Murong Fu.

, "This classmate, if my prediction is correct, you should have a mutated martial spirit, right?"

"Yes!" Murong Fu smiled and nodded.

"Then you, do you want to know how I know it?" the master asked with a proud smile.

"I think!" Tang San nodded affirmatively.

"I don't need it!" Murong Fu shook his head: "Thank you, Master, for bringing us in. I should be able to handle the rest by myself, so let's just say goodbye!"

They were so murderous and seemed to be hiding secrets. Murong Fu didn't want to have anything to do with them at all.

Murong Fu's words made the master obviously stunned, but Murong Fu already cupped his hands and turned to leave. Tang San opened his mouth, but in the end he did not stop him.

After walking a few steps away, Murong Fu turned around the corner and saw that the two people were still there, seeming to be talking about something. He immediately shook his head. If nothing unexpected happened, this Tang San should be asking that master to be his teacher. Shaking his head, Murong Fu said

He quickly left. That master must have some skills, but he didn't want to get into trouble with him.

I randomly found a girl on campus and asked where the Academic Affairs Office was. The girl even took Murong Fu there and asked him his name before entering. Murong Fu expressed his confusion about this scene.

His elder brother has performed in front of him countless times.

The person in charge of receiving new students in the Academic Affairs Office is an old teacher in his sixties, and he has two young teachers working under him.

Murong Fu's letter of certification was issued by the deacon of Wuhun Palace in person, so there would be no problem. After paying the tuition and other miscellaneous fees, he was assigned to the dormitory. When he went out, he met Tang San and the master at the door. The former nodded slightly.

He signaled, but the latter seemed not to see him at all. Apparently, Murong Fu's previous performance made the master dissatisfied.

Murong Fu didn't care, nodded to Tang San, went straight out, found another young lady, and took him to the dormitory building.

The dormitory has a layout of large bays and small cubicles. One grade lives in a large bay with six small cubicles inside. Eight people live in each cubicle and share two bathrooms. The environment is neither good nor bad.

.At least it is much better than a dormitory for work-study students with dozens of people on the first floor and one large room with no partitions.

Accommodation was a bit novel for Murong Fu. According to the documents given by the teacher in the teaching office, he found his dormitory. The dormitory seemed not full, and only five of the eight beds were covered with quilts. When Murong Fu came in,

The administrator at the door received a bedding. In fact, he didn't need it. His mother prepared it for him when he went out.

According to the number on the document, Murong Fu's bed was one of the three beds next to the window, but at this time, there was a quilt on the bed!

The beds in the room were all of normal size, but it was always more comfortable by the window, where he could breathe fresh air. Murong Fu had no intention of compromising, and went straight to bed No. 5, which should belong to him, and sat on the bed facing him with his head tilted to look at him.

The red-haired boy smiled slightly: "This classmate, this is my bed."

"So!" the young man said with a frown, got off the bed and stood in front of Murong Fu. Although the young man had a childish look on his face, he was tall. Murong Fu was about 1.4 meters tall at this time.

You see, he is not short among his peers, but he is half a head shorter than this red-haired boy. And this boy has obviously been training since he was a child, and the beginning of his muscles can be seen in the open collar.

"So!" Murong Fu's smile did not change: "You should pack up your bedding and make room for me."

"Hey, good boy, let's see if you have what it takes!" The red-haired boy laughed, and then without saying hello, he slapped Murong Fu on the cheek.

Murong Fu's smile did not change, but he was annoyed inside. Slapping him in the face was a very insulting method. He made up his mind to teach this child a lesson.

The red-haired boy slapped the other person. Seeing that the other person did not dodge, he thought that the other person was frightened. He was feeling proud, but the moment he didn't want to slap the other person's face, the other person ducked to avoid it, and then he felt a sensation in his chest.

Got poked.

Then, he couldn't move! His body remained frozen in the waving motion, unable to move at all.

"Hey, classmate, if you don't want to move, I'll just help you." Murong Fu chuckled, looking at the other four teenagers whose faces had changed obviously: "Which bed should this classmate be in?

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"One...number one." A young man with short black hair said stuttering.

"Thank you!" Murong Fu smiled and nodded. He rolled up the bedding on the bed and threw it into the vacant bed No. 1 near the door. Then he laid out his own bedding. Then he turned to look at the other four with a look of fear on his face.

, the classmate whose eyes were lingering on him and the red-haired boy who was still frozen there smiled and said:

"My name is Murong Fu, and I came from Xingluo. I'm actually not sure how long I will study here. But during this period, I still hope that I can live in harmony with everyone!"

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