Reborn Just To Be a Big Shot Family Freeloader

   Chapter 183 I will kill you

   You must know that he is hardworking and is already a cultivator of the Great Master Realm.

   However, thinking of his sons and daughters, Xin Bujiang felt that it should be like this.

  Probably only such a powerful person can give birth to such outstanding children.

   And his eldest son can see the extraordinary with just one glance.

The two met several times, and Xin Bujiang admired His Majesty the First Emperor more and more. Although this man was younger than him a few times, he was truly a dragon and a phoenix. Very accessible.

   This person is a man of great talent.

   This is Yu Wang Xin Bujiang's evaluation of Yan Yongwu.

   He couldn't communicate with Yan Yongwu, but Xin Ruoxia had no such concerns.

   He regards Gong Yuhao as a brother, and naturally he also has closeness to Gong Yuhao's eldest brother. Hearing that his uncle Wang praised Yan Yongwu greatly, and even praised Gong Yuhao's elder brother, Xin Ruoxia began to make friends.

   They rushed back to the capital only a few years ago. After he returned to the Yan Palace during the New Year, he was told by his father a lot of things. By the time he was done, it was the end of February. Xin Ruoxia found an opportunity, pretended to meet Fusu by chance, and after she happened to solve a little trouble for Fusu, the two quickly became friends.

   Xin Ruoxia didn't care that Fusu was not a monk. Even among the brothers in the Yanwang Mansion, he is the only one who has the aptitude for cultivation.

   There are very few people who have the aptitude for spiritual practice.

   If he originally only met because Fusu had a talented younger brother, and later the two became friends, it was entirely out of his appreciation for Fusu.

  In Xin Ruoxia's opinion, Fusu is first-class in terms of bearing, appearance, character, and talent, and those so-called noble sons of the capital are not worthy to give him shoes.

   What is even more rare is that such an outstanding Fusu is only thirteen years old. Compared with his genius brother who was already a master at the age of twelve last year, Fusu is actually even more outstanding except for his cultivation aptitude and appearance.

   Of course, the two have different personalities, Gongyu Hao is arrogant, and the son of Su is like a jade.

  Xin Ruoxia is always proud, but he has to admit that he and Fusu walked together, and Fusu's demeanor was enough to equal him, no less than him.

   His identity, coupled with the talent he showed since childhood, was a big capital, and he really didn't have one or two friends. After meeting Fusu, he felt like a confidant.

   The two of them made an appointment to meet in the tea shop that day. Fusu arrived earlier and Xin Ruoxia hadn't arrived yet. Fusu ordered a pot of tea and waited while drinking tea.

  The private room of this tea shop was only separated by a screen. Fusu was looking at the bustling and lively street when he heard someone entering the private room and Fusu frowned. These people were too rude, how could they come to disturb him without permission.

   Besides, he did not know these people.

   Before Fusu could speak, one of the young masters in brocade pointed to Fusu and asked, "I heard that you live in the mansion left by Gong Yujin's old man?"

  My grandfather was insulted by words. No matter how good-tempered Fusu was, he was also angry. But he really couldn't say the words he cursed. Therefore, he stared at the young master coldly and said, "Insulting one's ancestors, what a humble servant does, is disdainful for mortals."

   means that only animals do this.

  The brocade-clothed young master pointed at Fusu: "Yan Lingwei, how dare you scold me? Presumptuous!"

   Fusu shook his head with a cold face: "I never curse."

   In other words, you are not human.

Daxia is martial, and Fusu can also wear a sword when he goes out. Later generations praise Fusu as benevolent, but Fusu, as the eldest son of the first emperor and the first son of the Qin Dynasty, has both civil and military skills, so that His Majesty Shi Huang can be trained as a successor , and later the most elite iron cavalry in charge of Daqin, how could it really only be benevolent?

After Fusu finished speaking, he took out his sword, pointed at the brocade-clothed son, and said with a stern expression: "Your status is honorable, but this is not the reason for your rude words and insulting my ancestors. If you don't apologize, no matter what status you are. , I will kill you today!"

  Fu Su's resoluteness made the faces of the three young masters congeal, and the brocade-clothed young master immediately became furious. He was actually frightened by a country bumpkin.

   "Just you? A country boy who dares to say kill me? Do you know who I am?"

   Fusu didn't want to talk nonsense, and pointed his sword at the brocade-clothed son, killing intent violently: "Apologize!"

   Seeing that the brocade-clothed young master opened his mouth to scold, Fusu raised his sword and stabbed. All three of them were frightened by Fusu's killing intent, their faces were pale, their legs were weak, and they couldn't even remember to dodge.

   In fact, Fusu's stab was extremely ruthless, and the three of them had never practiced martial arts, so even if they wanted to dodge, they couldn't dodge.

Xin Ruoxia, who just went upstairs, is not a very person, but a third-rank warrior. He immediately noticed Fusu's killing intent. In his heart, Fusu is a person who can truly be called a gentle and jade-like person. Fusu provoked to want to kill?

   He rushed over at the fastest speed, and the first thing he saw was the sword that Fusu stabbed with killing intent.

   Looking at the three people again, isn't that dog thing in a sassy brocade coat, Xin Hai from the Qingwang family? Xin Ruoxia quickly blocked Fusu's sword with her spiritual power.

  Fusu turned his face, saw Xin Ruoxia, and said coldly, "You want to stop me?"

   "Fusu, wait a minute, if they really deserve to be killed, I'll kill you without your hands."

  If Fusu kills someone, then the trouble will be big.

  Nothing, the little boy in brocade clothes is actually his cousin, the son of Prince Qing.

   Killing the royal family is a big sin!

After Xin Ruoxia finished speaking, without waiting for Fusu to answer, she turned her face and asked the young master in Jinyi, and asked sharply: "Tell me, how did you offend him? If you don't tell the truth, I will kill you today, who can Convict me?"

  If he really killed people, he would not be convicted, but the trouble would not be small.

   Even if he is a rare genius in the royal family, but if he hits the killer foot for no reason, he will definitely be ordered.

The brocade-clothed young master Xin Hai was frightened by Fusu, and then scolded by Xin Ruoxia so harshly, knowing that if he didn't answer well, Xin Ruoxia might really kill him, so he hurriedly said, "I didn't do it. What, that is, to ask him if he lives in Gongyu's house."

  Xin Ruoxia sneered: "If this is the case, how could Fusu be so angry that he will kill you regardless of your identity? It's fine if you don't tell the truth."

   "I, I am, the words offended the imperial doctor Gongyu."

   Xin Ruoxia heard it, and knew that it must not be a good word. No wonder Fusu wanted to kill someone in anger.

   Anyone whose ancestors are insulted is probably a deadly vengeance.

How could someone like    Fusu be indifferent?

   In this case, it would be difficult for him to make a decision for Fusu.

  Xin Ruoxia had a headache for a while. If Fusu really insisted on killing people, he would probably have to do it.

  Fusu kills people, probably can't escape death.

   King Qing, he is a prince after all, and that kid is King Qing's direct son!

   As for Fusu, it was probably not just because of his grandfather Gong Yujin that this kid was looking for him, but probably because of his friendship with him.

Maybe it's because he couldn't take Xin Ruoxia, and seeing Fusu befriended him, he wanted to find Fusu, a soft persimmon with no roots and no foundation in the countryside to pinch it. Who knows, it's not a persimmon. , but a golden thorn.

   (end of this chapter)