Turn Waste Into Treasure: Pick Up The Fake-Dead Medusa At The Beginning

"Dad, this is the twenty-first time you have lied to me for this reason..."

After hearing Murong Fu's words, Murong Qingxue turned her head slightly, tears flowing down her hair.

"In the past, I volunteered to be fooled every time because I couldn't bear it and couldn't bear to leave you."

"But this time... Qingxue really doesn't want to be deceived by dad again."

After saying that, Murong Qingxue closed her eyes in pain, as if the abyss had swallowed up the world.

these past few years.

Murong Fu used similar reasons to appease her many times, and he did find various "capable people and strangers" for her afterwards, but every time the treatment ended in failure.

And she.

Every time, I endured the psychological gap from full of expectations to despair.

Even in the process.

You also have to bear the surprised looks of outsiders, as if you were looking at a monster.

This pain…

No one else understands it except herself.

She... really didn't want to go through this again.

"Qingxue, Daddy really didn't lie to you this time. Daddy really found a strange person. He will definitely be able to cure you."

"Can you just hold on for three more days?"

Seeing Murong Qingxue's despair, Murong Fu endured the heartache and continued hoarsely.

"If he really can't cure you after three days and you want to leave then, dad will allow it..."

The last few words.

Murong Fu used all his strength to say these ordinary words.

After saying that, he felt that his entire soul had been cruelly torn into pieces.

The greatest pain in the world.

There is nothing better than a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift, and still watching the other person leave.

As long as someone is not cold-blooded and has no family affection, this feeling is tantamount to being insulted.

"Thank you, daddy..."

After hearing this, Murong Qingxue opened her eyes slightly, took a deep look at Murong Fu and then closed them again, as if she wanted to remember Murong Fu's appearance forever.

"Then you have a good rest first, and wait until dad finds the expert..."

After saying this to Murong Qingxue, Murong Fu covered him with the quilt and walked out of the wing with heavy steps.

Three days.

He can only stay with his daughter for three more days. How cruel this is for a father!

After closing the door for Murong Qingxue, Murong Fu leaned against the door, feeling that the whole world was dark.

"Ahem, cough...is Xiaoxue okay?"

Right now.

As an old voice sounded, an old man with white hair was pushed over in a wheelchair.

The wrinkles on his face were like ravines, and there was an aura of decay permeating his body, making him look like a dying person.

This man was none other than Murong Fu's father, the former lord of Tiandu City, Murong Bo.

"Father…"

After seeing Murong Bo, Murong Fu immediately stood up straight, and the despair on his face quickly disappeared.

"Xue'er is fine, I just couldn't think about it for a while. Now after my child's persuasion, I have rested in the room."

After hesitating for a while, Murong Fu finally did not tell the truth, but concealed what had just happened.

"That's good…"

Murong Bo nodded when he heard this, looked at the room with kind eyes, then raised his head and said hoarsely.

"Help me prepare for the funeral. I'm afraid I won't survive three days..."

boom! !

After hearing Murong Bo's words, Murong Fu's body trembled violently, and there was a roar in his mind.

Although I had already been mentally prepared, after hearing the news at this time.

It was still a little hard for him to accept.

In just one day, two bad news came one after another!

Even though Murong Fu was a strong man in the ninth level of Nirvana, he felt like the world was spinning at this moment.

Two people who are closely related by blood will pass away in these days.

What a blow this was to him!

Seriously, when the house leaks and it rains all night, bad luck always seeks out the poor!

How wicked was Murong Fu in his previous life, so that the thief God could be so cruel to him in this life!

"Kid...I know."

After closing his eyes in pain, Murong Fu finally uttered these words.

There is no greater sorrow than death of heart!

Perhaps this sentence is a portrayal of Murong Fu at this time.

"City Lord, someone has posted the notice in the central square and is waiting outside the door of the City Lord's Mansion!"

Just when Murong Fu staggered, he was about to fall down.

A soldier hurried over to report.

"What?!!"

This sentence is not very loud.

But when it fell on Murong Fu's ears, it was like the sound of a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, making him raise his head suddenly.

"who is it?!"

"But a certain medical master of the Great Qian Dynasty, or a Dan Dao Sect master of the Great Qian Dynasty?!"

With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Murong Fu spoke in a hurry.

While talking, he even rushed in front of the soldier and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

at this time.

He was like a desperado who fell into an abyss and grabbed the last life-saving rope before dying.

That excited and trembling look startled the soldier.

"None...none..."

Feeling that the pair of arms on his shoulders could crush him to pieces at any time, the soldier replied with a trembling voice.

"It's a handsome young man in black and a veiled woman in red."

"They said they were fully confident that they could cure the old city lord, so they asked us to bring them here."

"Totally confident?!"

After hearing these words from the soldier, the excitement on Murong Fu's face instantly turned into a gloomy one.

In the past, there were people who dared to shout that they were absolutely sure, but they turned out to be charlatans who came to deceive and deceive them. In the end, these people were crippled and thrown into the dungeon by him.

Now a young man and a woman dare to make such crazy guarantees.

"Another pair of young people who don't know how high the sky is... cough cough cough..."

Murong Bo, who was in the back, heard the conversation between the two and waved his hands in a dazed manner.

"Send them both away, I don't want to bother you any more..."

With his half-dead state, he wouldn't be able to survive more than three days even if he were to die.

Even a Heavenly Rank medical master could not relieve his condition, let alone forcibly extend his life.

Unless it was the legendary Saint Realm medical expert, there might be hope for him to get better.

But the strong men of Saint Realm are all mysterious beings whose beginnings are never seen, and it is obviously impossible for this young man and woman to be the same.

"Father, how about... let's meet him."

After a moment of silence.

Murong Fu's expression gradually calmed down, he turned around and asked in a low voice.

Although there was no hope left, Murong Fu still gave it a try.

Maybe... maybe a miracle will happen.

The greatest despair that people feel is not that they can no longer see any hope, but that they have lost hope for themselves.

Because without expectations, the world will be dark.

Just like his daughter and his father.

And as a father and a son, he is really unwilling to give up!

"Since you don't give up...ahem...then I, an old man like you...will work with you for a while...ahem..."

Seeing Murong Fu's pleading eyes.

As if thinking of Murong Qingxue in the wing, Murong Bo also changed his mind at this time.

"Thank you father..."

After hearing this, Murong Fu bowed to Murong Bo, then turned around and looked at the soldier.

He ordered in a low voice.

"Bring them to the hall first. The old city lord and I will arrive later."