Murong Fu looked down at Lin Shiyin and said very seriously, "Cousin Shiyin, you can treat me as your own cousin. With me here, no one can harm a single hair on your head!"

Lin Shiyin frowned slightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, but remained silent.

But Li Xunhuan was very happy, as his cousin's safety was finally guaranteed.

No matter what, it's better than staying by his side and living hand to mouth.

Li Xunhuan explained, "Brother Murong, please don't take offense. Shiyin has a detached personality and it's not that she's dissatisfied with you."

"Second brother, you jest. I am no narrow-minded person. My cousin and I have only just met, so it's normal for us to be a little awkward at first. We'll gradually become more familiar with each other as we get to know each other better," Murong Fu said earnestly and boldly.

"Don't worry, second brother. A man's word is his bond. I promised to take care of my cousin, and I will take care of her for the rest of my life."

"good!"

Li Xunhuan smiled and nodded, then took another swig of wine, but then coughed repeatedly.

Murong Fu said, "Second brother, I have a divine physician under my command named Xue Muhua, who may be able to cure your lung disease."

Li Xunhuan waved his hand in refusal: "This is a hereditary disease, which is present in all members of the Li family. It is difficult to cure with medicine. It's nothing to worry about. As long as we avoid fighting, it will not flare up."

"Alas!" Murong Fu sighed, "Heaven has long suffered for my second brother!"

"To have one true friend in life is enough to soothe the weariness of life!"

Li Xunhuan and Murong Fu admired each other.

"Big brother!"

"Second brother!"

Murong Fu looked at him sincerely.

Lin Shiyin, out of affection for her cousin, softened her attitude upon seeing how much she admired Murong Fu, no longer as cold as before.

Lian Ningzhong and Yue Lingshan, mother and daughter, also sighed inwardly that they were like brothers and sisters, with a deep affection for each other.

Only Ren Yingying was secretly anxious, wondering when they would finally go to save her father!

Are we going to attend Long Xiaoyun's birthday banquet again?

The next moment.

Then Li Xunhuan said, "Brother Murong, why don't you come with me to the Long Mansion to attend my brother Long's birthday banquet? Brother Long is also a chivalrous hero with boundless courage, and he will certainly not disappoint you."

“Excellent!” Murong Fu smiled and nodded. “I have long heard of Hero Long’s reputation, but I have never had the chance to meet him. It is wonderful that my second brother has introduced us today.”

Li Xunhuan was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Alright, alright, let's go."

The group arrived at the Dragon Mansion.

Long Xiaoyun's birthday is tomorrow, but he has already started receiving guests today.

"Second brother! You've come!"

Upon seeing Li Xunhuan appear, Long Xiaoyun strode forward with the speed of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, immediately coming to his side to greet him warmly.

Who are these people?

Long Xiaoyun then glanced gently at Murong Fu and the women.

Long Xiaoyun was a handsome man, dressed in fine clothes, with a light beard, and full of vitality.

Anyone who sees him would call him a real man.

However, the greed that flashed deep in his eyes could not escape the Grandmaster's perception.

Murong Fu smiled faintly, met Long Xiaoyun's gaze, clasped his hands and said, "I am Murong Fu, greetings to Hero Long."

Then Murong Fu pointed to several women and continued, "These ladies are all my female relatives."

"So it's Young Master Murong."

Long Xiaoyun returned the greeting with clasped hands, subconsciously thinking of the Murong family of Qixingtang.

Li Xunhuan said, "Brother Long, Brother Murong and I are also sworn brothers..."

But before he could finish speaking, Murong Fu interrupted, "Second brother, I and Hero Long should each discuss our own matters. Otherwise, if I were to become sworn brothers with Hero Long's elders, wouldn't he have to call me 'ancestor'?"

These words were spoken.

Everyone was stunned.

Murong Fu patted Long Xiaoyun on the shoulder and said with a light smile, "Hero Long, it was just a joke. You don't mind, do you?"

"No!" Long Xiaoyun chuckled. "Young Master Murong is joking. How could I not understand such a joke?"

He said this, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Murong Fu smiled faintly and continued, "Hero Long, I heard that tomorrow is your birthday. I wish you many happy returns of the day."

"Hehe, thank you, Young Master Murong."

Long Xiaoyun didn't understand why Murong Fu was offering his birthday wishes in advance, but since it was someone else's birthday greeting, he accepted it without hesitation.

Murong Fu and the others were arranged to stay in a small courtyard.

Ren Yingying asked, "Murong Fu, did you deliberately provoke Long Xiaoyun today?"

"Is there?"

Murong Fu shrugged.

Ren Yingying couldn't figure out Murong Fu. This man was more mysterious than anyone she had ever met. Even Uncle Dongfang, whom she had always been afraid of, couldn't compare to Murong Fu.

He always had a gentle smile, yet he could take lives with a smile.

It was as if, in his eyes, those were not people, but ants.

Night fell.

The men in black flew like swallows across the rooftops.

suddenly.

The two men in black met, their eyes shining brightly in the moonlight, illuminating each other.

They then tacitly threw a hidden weapon.

Then the two men in black disappeared.

One of the men in black landed in the ancient well in the backyard, where there was a dark and secluded passage.

But after walking for a while, everything suddenly became clear.

Long Xiaoyun returned to his room in a panic. The hidden weapon had just grazed his scalp and almost pierced his forehead.

He changed out of his night clothes, and suddenly, he saw a reflection in the doorway, which was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

Who is here?

Long Xiaoyun was startled; that person had actually caught up with him! He hadn't noticed at all!

"Li Feiyu, the murderer and arsonist!"

The words fell.

A broken sword pierced through the curtain and plunged into Long Xiaoyun's throat, pinning him to the wall.

Long Xiaoyun bled from all seven orifices and died with his eyes wide open.

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