After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

Chapter 1: Short-lived white moonlight

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Sang Yuanyuan felt that he would probably become the shortest-lived book wearer in history.

Other cannon fodder can't live beyond one and a half episodes, she is good, and the book that travels through, the first sentence of the opening is written in black and white—

[Sang is far dead]

The arrangement is clear!

At this moment, she was lying quietly on a comfortable cloud bed, waiting to die.

Hanging around the cloud bed are shark gauze tents covered with translucent illusion crystal threads, thin as cicada wings, and beautifully embroidered patterns seem to be floating in the air. There is a row of small jade bells on the top of the tent, which occasionally makes a pleasant tinkling sound.

The luxury is low-key, and the luxury is not obvious.

Outside the gauze tent, there was a group of golden light dangling, she was a plump woman.

Sang knows her identity far away-You Yingyue, the king's sister of Youzhou. A noble lady who is domineering, willful and arrogant, and acts recklessly without remembering the consequences. She is also the young lady of the male protagonist Han Shaoling, the number two vicious lady.

It was her who poisoned Han Shaoling's Bai Yueguangsang far away.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that he might have accidentally plucked the ancestral grave of Heavenly Dao, before being cleaned up again and again.

First he walked on the road and was struck to death by thunder, and died a little outside Jiao Linnen, and then he crossed into the novel that he was reading without stopping, and became the short-lived white moonlight of the hero who died at the beginning of the story.

Soon, the second female You Yingyue will pour a pot of poisonous wine into her belly.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't want to die again.

Who can save her

The hero Han Shaoling can't count on it anymore. This dog man brought back a woman who looked exactly the same as Sang Yuan from the outside. At this moment, she was pressing herself in her bedroom and was pampered. If there were no accidents, she would definitely fight till dawn.

You Yingyue went to Sang Yuanyuan to vent her hatred just because of this evil fire.

As for the guards in the palace... Since You Yingyue can show up here with her entourage, it means that she has taken care of the guards outside, and no one will come in and make trouble.

In the original work, Sang Yuanyuan died silently. It was not until the heroine Meng Wuyou took advantage of this to completely defeat You Yingyue that people knew that Sang Yuanyuan was poisoned.

She can only save herself if she wants to live.

"Okay? It's a long time, it's over if you just poison to death, what can Han Lang do with me!" You Yingyue's voice was extremely impatient.

A hoarse female voice replied respectfully: "The little lady stays safe and restless. This matter is of great importance. We must never leave any flaws. The old body will be tempered for a while to ensure that no matter how anyone examines the body in the future, there will be no problems. This way, the relationship between the little lady and the lord will not be affected..."

The old woman had a wry smile on her face.

The master never cares about the consequences, and the servant dare not follow her crazy.

I saw an open flame burning in the palm of the old woman, sizzling the silver flagon.

Sang watched this mysterious scene from afar, and even more didn't want to die.

Xiuxian! This is fantasy cultivating immortals!

But she didn't count whether she died or not.

Her condition at the moment is not as good as the fish on the chopping board. The fish can jump, and she is like a monkey trapped in a hollow puppet.

This body was seriously injured and poisoned, and the soul had probably disappeared long ago, but it had not died of breath and was nourished by Haosheng.

Until today Sang crossed far away.

She thumped from morning to midnight, and finally opened her eyes and mouth.

Before she could be happy, she saw the maids in the palace falling to the ground one by one, and then You Yingyue rushed in with someone, preparing to poison her.

It's really hard to say what it's like to wait for death.

Sang Yuanyuan wanted to struggle again.

Her throat seemed to be a whole piece of hard wood. After a long time of strength, she finally spit out a few dry and ambiguous words.

"If I die, Han...want about it for a lifetime. What you can't get...the best."

Although the voice was small, it clearly reached the ears of the two people in the temple.

You Yingyue pulled open the shark gauze tent, and stared at Sang Yuanyuan with her white and dark eyes.

She is dressed like a golden peacock.

It was okay just now through the cloud-like gauze tent. At the moment the tent was lifted, Sang Yuan was almost blinded by the flash.

You Yingyue sneered and said: "Wake up? You actually woke up?! Very good! Now that you are awake, let you know."

Before the villain kills, he must talk about it. This is a traditional custom.

Sang Yuanyuan blinked his eyes sincerely, expressing his willingness to be the most patient listener.

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes and stared at Sang Yuanyuan for a while, her plump red lips moved, and her words were filled with endless hatred: "I have been married to Han Lang for five years, for five years! I love him so much, so love! We were back then. So good, the result? Ever since I met you, everything has changed! If you didn't deliberately seduce him, how could my Han Lang be disheartened! That alone, you deserve to die!"

Speaking of old things, You Yingyue's beautiful face couldn't help twisting slightly. She stretched out a golden false nail and poked it on Sang Yuan's cheek.

"Does it look good? It's not enough to take Han Lang's heart, but to take the position of Mrs. Zheng and step on my You Yingyue's head! Dream your spring and autumn!"

There was a thick powdery fragrance in her mouth, and she whispered on Sang Yuan's face.

Sang Yuanyuan put himself in the position for a while, and found that You Yingyue was indeed miserable. If you want to change into your own violent temper, you must even chop the scumbag with the mistress!

You Yingyue continued to sneer: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the assassin on the day of the wedding was arranged by me. The target was not Han Lang, but you! Ha, I didn't expect that you were so infatuated, and you are still so infatuated. It’s amazing to be able to block the sword for Han Lang without entering the door! How about it, is it better to die than to live with my You family’s deadly wood poison? Forget it, I am sorry for you, so let’s help you out!"

She didn't know whether she was angry or excited, her eyes were staring, her body trembled, and her golden light dazzled so much that Sang Yuan was dizzy.

Sang Yuanyuan said with an aura: "It's useless. He will find a substitute and will never forget me."

You Yingyue squinted her eyes and looked like a fox: "I know. Isn't he petting the woman who looks the same as you to dream of worry-free dreams? I just want him to know that when he and that woman are in trouble , You, Sang Yuanyuan, dead! Whenever he sees that woman's face in the future, he will think of you, and then of your death, and think of your death when he spoiled that woman-I think he will not sleep in the future Sleep well!"

Sang was far from shocked.

Who said this is a vicious second woman without a brain? ! There seems to be nothing wrong with this logic!

In the book, after Sang Yuan's death, the male protagonist Han Shaoling did not touch the female protagonist Meng Wuyou in some days. It's just that people are not as good as the sky, no matter how the female second flutters, she can't stand the bloody golden finger arranged by the plot god to the hostess.

"No," Sang was far weaker, "You, I didn't see the essence. We need to solve the problem from the root cause."

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes.

The old woman behind him said: "Little madam, the poison is ready, and we can send her on the road."

Sang felt his heart plummet from afar.

When the dead word reaches the head, no one will be afraid. Especially those who have died once, are even more aware of the great horror between life and death.

You Yingyue took the poisoned wine, slowly pulled her lower lip, and said: "You can beg me, I will give you a chance to say something, if it can make me satisfied, I will spare you."

Her eyes were dark and calm, and the corners of her lips provoked sarcasm.

Sang Yuan knew that You Yingyue didn't have the option of'releasing life' in her heart. This sentence is her last words from Sang Yuan. She was either hardened to death, or hopelessly begged and died pitifully.

One sentence.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, and then said in a breathless voice: "I don't like Han Shaoling to marry him. He is forced to marry him. As long as he knows that what I love is someone else, he must be ashamed and angry. Wujiwu doesn't even bother to dream of worry-free!"

In one sentence, all in one go.

You Yingyue stayed for three seconds, her eyes flashed lightly, and finally, she handed the silver flask to the old woman behind her.

"Really?" His eyes were dark.

"Really!" Sang Yuanyuan's eyes were firm.

You Yingyue looked at her for a while, and the corner of her lips curled up with a sarcasm: "Impossible. Han Lang is unparalleled in the world. There is no other person in the world with his looks, strength, wealth, and status, even the Emperor of Heaven. I have all joked that if she has not yet come out of the cabinet, she will not miss such a good man! Once the sea is embarrassing, and you have seen Han Lang, how can you look at the people next to you! You lie to me and drink!"

You Yingyue put out a hand back, and the old woman hurriedly handed over the silver pot.

"Yes!" Sang made a long profit.

You Yingyue opened her wooden lips, her face leaned close, her beautiful eyes were poisoned, and she patrolled Sang Yuanyuan's face.

"Okay, you can make up a name for me. If I haven't heard of it, or something like a cat or a dog, don't blame me for being impolite."

With the other hand, he has touched the handle of the silver kettle.

Sang Yuan said, "Everything is better than him."

This time, not only You Yingyue smiled, but even the old woman who bowed and served behind her couldn't help but shook his head and said: "The lord is recognized as the most beautiful man in the world, and he took over the throne when he was less than 30 years old. , King is in a state, Wanmin bows his head. He is also a peerless powerhouse in the Eighth Heaven in the Spiritual Realm. How can there be any man in the world who is better than the Lord?! This is just a joke!"

"Yes." Sang Yuanyuan still insisted.

The certainty in her eyes made You Yingyue feel an ominous premonition in her heart.

Before You Yingyue turned her thoughts, Sang Yuan’s woodcut lips had already provoked an invisible smile—

"Your brother."

The soft breath sounded like thunder.

You Yingyue shuddered sharply, and the old woman behind her shivered sharply.

At the junction of the two fingers, a silver kettle full of poisonous wine clashed to the ground.

The ground covered with pure white plush blankets instantly became a big patch.

This sentence is really... terrifying.

You Yingyue her brother.

Youzhou King.

You Yingyue's plump body was like falling leaves in the wind, and she began to tremble horribly.

The old woman behind her hurriedly fell on the ground, as if she had heard some terrifying news and was about to be killed.

The smile in Sang Yuan's eyes was harmless: "Right?"

You Yingyue abruptly covered her red lips, her chest undulating violently, her pupils shrank almost invisible in Taohua's eyes, and her eyes were trembling.

Sang Yuanyuan added fuel to the fire: "I like your brother, don't you think he is inferior to Han Shaoling?"

You Yingyue is about to faint.

The old woman put her hands on the ground indiscriminately, trying to gather up the poisonous wine that had seeped into the blanket.

I couldn't help muttering in my mouth: "Little madam, hurry up, kill her, if this word spreads, if it spreads..."

You Yingyue was overwhelmed in horror, but gradually calmed down.

She took a few deep breaths and looked at Sang Yuan as if she was staring at some scourge: "You, my favorite, that person?"

She dared not mention the name, even the word'my brother'.

"Yes." Sang Yuan said.

You Yingyue rolled her eyes half a circle, almost unable to mention it in one breath.

How do you say that person

Most of the topics related to him are taboo. Among them, family affection and marriage are absolutely forbidden areas that everyone hears about.

No one dared to even discuss it in private.

As long as the three words of'Youzhou King' are revolved in the mind, it seems that there is a bloody smell that entangles the soul, and it will continue for three days.

It can be seen that the villain great devil has cast a heavy shadow on the eighteen states in the cloud realm.

Sang Yuanyuan said, "Little girl, if you have a wood poison antidote, why don't you use it for me? I've been trapped here for so long, and I'm going to die of your brother."

You Yingyue just wanted to die in place.

She stared at Sang Yuanyuan for a long while, and there was a fierce touch in her eyes: "Okay, I will help you... Brother Wang, send a message! If you dare to play with me, I will set a fire and burn you alive. Go, get my jade slip!"

The last sentence was addressed to the old woman behind him.

The long-distance communication in this world uses the jade slips that have been engraved with the talisman in advance, point to point, once scrapped.

When leaving Youzhou, You Yingyue put the blood-stained jade slip at the bottom of her makeup, and she hadn't touched it in five years.

The identity of the Queen of Youzhou allows You Yingyue to run wild and unscrupulous outside, but in this world, if anyone is afraid of that man, she is none other than her.

That is the deepest fear that will accompany her throughout her life.

However, if there is something that can temporarily forget fear, it is nothing more than love and jealousy.

The jade slip came quickly.

After five years, You Yingyue finally trembled her hands, broke the green jade slip, pointed at the dark side like hell, and trembled: "Sang Yuanyuan, say she, she likes Brother Wang."

After all, like avoiding the plague, the jade slip was hit on Sang Yuan's face.

The color of blood has been immersed in the color of jade, and a faint fishy smell lingers on the tip of Sang Yuan's nose.

The jade slip exudes a faint cyan light.

Sang far has no other choice.

"Yes," she said softly to Yu Jian, "That's it, I like you, King Youzhou."

After a long time.

In the jade slip, there was a lazy and clear voice, which was very nice, as if there was a little smile.

"good."

The jade slip was broken into crumbs.

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