Murong Feixue was made very uncomfortable by Murong Postal's smile: "Why are you laughing!"

Hearing this question, Murong Zhibo straightened up slightly and pointed at Murong Feixue with his finger: "Why am I laughing? I'm laughing at Murong Zhibo who has worked hard all his life to continue the glory of the Murong family, and in the end I was killed by you who never kept Murong.

People of this family's bloodline have turned the Murong family upside down!"

"No Murong family bloodline?" Murong Feixue frowned and came up with a guess: "You mean my father...?"

Murong Zhishou threw the tea cup on the table to the ground with a flick of his hand! He pointed at Murong Feixue and said: "Your father? Your father's surname is not Murong! Do you want to know why I raised your father to be like that? Your father is so talented.

Gao, even using the lowest cultivation book, he can cultivate to the profound realm. If he were my child, what would my Murong family have to fear now?"

Many thoughts flashed through Murong Feixue's mind, but the first thing she said was: "The old Madam Murong in my impression is not..."

Murong Postal glanced at Murong Feixue: "What kind of person do you think she is?"

Murong Fei

Maybe I will carry you out..."

"The one you are talking about is not my first wife." Murong Postal seemed to express great joy at the fact that Murong Feixue was taken to the ditch by him.

Murong Feixue was confused when she heard this. She almost felt that she was facing an Alzheimer's patient. Her logic was unclear and her language was unclear. Fortunately, Murong Postal continued: "No one can explain what happened back then."

What happened is that a person who claimed to be a saint from the Holy Land gave a child with the blood of a descendant of Nuwa to my wife."

"That's my father?" Murong Feixue interrupted, she really couldn't imagine that she actually had the blood of a descendant of Nuwa on her body?

Murong Postal nodded: "Yes, otherwise do you think that based on our Murong family, why did Emperor Fuxi marry us?"

"What!" Murong Feixue exclaimed: "You said Fuxi and I had made a marriage agreement?"

Fuxi, who was guarding outside the door, had already raised his forehead when he heard the last sentence. Now... wish yourself well, Fuxi!

Murong Post heard Murong Feixue's words and asked with interest: "You don't know?"

Murong Feixue gritted her teeth and said, "Of course I don't know!"

"Hahaha..." Murong Postal was stunned and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect the fourth child to hide this from you! It seems that the rumors that Emperor Fuxi wanted to break off the engagement were not true! Hahaha..."

When Fuxi heard this, he shot an arrow straight into his knee and thought to himself: It's over!

This is because Murong Post misunderstood Murong Tietong. Once upon a time, Murong Tietong and the Jin family never worried that Murong Feixue, who was as tough as a female devil, would not be able to marry. They were confident that they had a marriage contract. The few times they tried to speak out, Murong Fei was rejected.

The snow has just returned.

"Let's talk about what happened back then." Murong Feixue changed the subject in embarrassment.

Murong Zhihua did not expose her, and continued: "At that time, my wife seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. She ignored all her children and took care of your father day and night. Within half a year, my wife died due to overwork.

The root of the disease is sown.”

"What, what's going on?" Murong Feixue felt that she had been involved in a shocking conspiracy.

Murong Postal was immersed in what happened more than thirty years ago and murmured: "What's going on? The people in the sanctuary have bewitched my wife and won't let her take care of the child. My wife is seeking death and survival. The blood of Nuwa's descendants
Chapter completed!