Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

After a while, Duan Yanqing slowly closed his eyes: "Do it, Murong Fu!"

"what?"

Murong Fu didn't understand what Duan Yanqing meant for a while.

"Don't you just want me to stop competing with Brother Duan Zhengming by saying this? You did it!"

Duan Yanqing was soaked in the water, his whole body was in a mess. The clear water of the lake could wash away the filth of the world, but it couldn't erase the numerous scars on his body, let alone the sins he committed over the years.

Now that the biggest secret in his heart has been revealed by someone, he only feels that life is no longer interesting at this moment, and he has been running around for half his life, but after all, it will be nothing but a mirror image.

That's right, how could Dali need such a half-human, half-ghost villain to be the emperor?I'm afraid that even if Brother Duan Zhengming is obsessed with ghosts and agrees to give way to him, the day when he ascends the throne will be the day when wars will break out all over Dali.Can Tenryuji agree?Can Dali ministers agree?Can the millions of people in Dali agree?
And I have been running for half my life without root or foundation, and what I have done in these years is nothing more than the word "kill".

Is it finished?
tired.

Murong Fu said: "You mean, let me kill you?"

Duan Yanqing sneered and said: "Isn't that good? Anyway, it's easy to achieve this with your martial arts now. Just like you killed Ding Chunqiu before. Killing me, the number one villain in the world, can sell Duan Zhengming Good brother, it can also bring your Master Murong's status in the martial arts to another level, so why not do it?"

Murong Fu smiled lightly: "Hey, shameless! Put gold on your face!"

This soft sentence was nailed to Duan Yanqing's face like a mouthful of thick phlegm, Duan Yanqing suddenly raised his head, terrified and furious.In the past few decades, everyone who met has either feared him or hated him, and the duplicity hypocrite used his verbal criticism to boost his self-worth.But how can there be someone like Murong Fu?
Duan Yanqing said angrily: "Murong Fu, a scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated. I admit that you have high martial arts skills, and I am not your opponent, but it is not because of you to be so presumptuous and humiliated!"

He was furious, and when he was speaking, his stomach was bulging. Coupled with his green robe and big bald head, he really looked like a big frog lying in the water.

Murong Fu couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahahaha, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I just couldn't help it, hahahaha, let me laugh for a while."

He kept laughing for about a cup of tea, and when he had had enough, Murong Fu rubbed his stomach under Duan Yanqing's murderous gaze to stop the laughter.

"It's cold, why are you still so angry? You should be thrown into the water for a soak."

Murong Fu laughed.

"I said you are wrong to put gold on your face? You are the world's most villainous person? In order to inherit the position of the head of the sect, Ding Chunqiu even dared to kill his mentor. An illusory seat killed my only son. Compared with these people, who are you the number one villain? And you said that you are not putting money on your face?"

With a hint of sarcasm on Murong Fu's face, he continued to kill people.

"You can't live as a human, and you can't die as a ghost. Be a wicked person. The evil is not pure enough. A good person has nothing to do with you. If you want to be an emperor, you don't deserve it. If you want to be an ordinary person, it has nothing to do with you. Just like you, there is no temple willing to accept you even if you become a monk. Can people compare to you!"

"I"

Duan Yanqing only felt a mouthful of old blood in his heart.

That's all, that's all, let's stop here!
Thinking of this, Duan Yanqing swung his palm violently towards his forehead. With the strength of this palm, if he fell, Duan Yanqing would surely die with his brains burst.

Murong Fu was shocked: How can you say that people can't think about it?Is my mouth so powerful?
Suddenly, Murong Fu kicked a small stone out. With a "slap", the stone hit Duan Yanqing's elbow.Duan Yanqing's hand that was patting his forehead fell down weakly in an instant.

"Tell me something, why can't you think about it? Tsk tsk tsk, as for you."

After finishing speaking, put away the outfit with a hippie smile, and said seriously: "You have lived like this for 20 years, why are you now so stimulated by two words from a late-born junior that you are looking for death?"

Duan Yanqing remained silent.

"In fact, you know very well that after 20 years, the throne of Dali has nothing to do with you, a former prince. All you have done is actually just to give yourself a reason to live in your heart."

Murong Fu sighed.

Sometimes, what supports people is nothing more than a breath.Just like Xiao Yuanshan, who had been fighting openly and secretly with his cheap father for decades in the Cangjing Pavilion, when he saw Murong Bo being slapped to death in front of him by the librarian, his heart was filled with depression, and he lost the will to live in an instant. Faith, Ren Sweeping Monk patted it with one palm, without dodging or evading.

Life is like a dream bubble, like dew is like electricity.

"You're right. Now I have nothing to say. You won't kill me, and you won't let me kill myself. What do you want?"

Duan Yanqing's voice was bitter.

"Live!"

Murong Fu looked into Duan Yanqing's eyes and said in a sincere tone.

Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu looked at each other for a long time, the hostility in their eyes gradually dissipated, and for the first time in 20 years, they felt something called friendship.

He sighed in a low voice, like an old cat whose life was dying, shivering under a ray of warm sun in winter.

He got up, his whole body was wet, and he struggled out of the pool.

Without crutches, he used his hands instead of walking, and tried his best to support his body. Instead of picking up the pair of iron sticks that had followed him for more than 20 years, he went to an apricot tree by the pool and broke two thick ones. Branches to support his broken body, just like he broke two linden branches under the linden tree in Tenryuji Temple [-] years ago and used them as crutches.

time to go.

Duan Yanqing sighed inwardly.

"Where are you going?"

Murong Fu asked.

Duan Yanqing stopped his figure, thought for a while, and said in his nasty ventriloquist: "Go back to Dali, and take a look at my father's mausoleum."

"What about the future?"

Duan Yanqing did not answer.

Leaning on a pair of apricot tree branch crutches, he left lonely, just like 20 years ago, not knowing where the ultimate purpose of this trip was.

Of course Murong Fu would not let Duan Yanqing leave like this, otherwise, wouldn't all the words just now be in vain?

With a movement of his body, Murong Fu stopped in front of Duan Yanqing.

Duan Yanqing looked up at Murong Fu, his cloudy eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"Everyone in this world has a reason to live. Even the so-called biggest villain in the world."

Murong Fu said softly.

Duan Yanqing did not speak.

Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and said with a smile: "Do you know why Erniang Ye left?"

There was a gleam of light in Duan Yanqing's muddy eyes, and then quickly dimmed: "Are you messing things up again?"

"almost!"

This time Murong Fu didn't joke, and said seriously: "But this is also her own choice."

"Over the years, Ye Erniang has been stealing other people's children to play here and there, because her only child was stolen more than [-] years ago. She was so angry that her psychology became more and more twisted, and she became what she is today. look."

Duan Yanqing's face was slightly moved. He and Ye Erniang had been together for decades, but he didn't know that there was such a layer.

"Then I told her that I know the whereabouts of her child. Let her do more good deeds from now on. When she changes her name as the second worst person in the world, I will tell her the whereabouts of her child."

Murong Fu smiled lightly.

Duan Yanqing was puzzled, but at this moment, somehow, his heart beat wildly almost with premonition, as if a war drum was beating.

He had an inexplicable premonition that Murong Fu's next words would change his life.

At this moment, he held his breath, fearing that the sound of breathing would be too loud and cover Murong Fu's next words, the hands holding the branch also trembled slightly.

"You have a son in this world, your own."