Traveling Through Tianlong, I Became Murong Fu

When he opened his eyes, it was Gusu Murongfu. The blood feud is like gangrene attached to the bones, and the dream of national restoration is like a hanging sword, weighing this young body breathless. But this time, the look in the handsome but angry face in the mirror changed. The false reputation is like a passing cloud, and he personally shreds those pedantic conspiracies and calculations. There is a long way to go, but he manages every bit of power in a down-to-earth manner, hiding the edge of "treating others in return" into a solid foundation. By the apricot grove, he no longer looked on coldly and extended his hand to help Xiao Feng; outside Mantuo Villa, he put aside his prejudice and had a drink with Duan Yu. In troubled times, he uses wisdom as a boat and force as an oar, and he works step by step in the turbulent rivers, lakes and courts. Stormy evil? Then break this storm! Reversal of fate? I want to change my fate against fate! When the horn sounded in the sixteen states of Yanyun, the world knew: Murong Fu never wanted fame in the world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.