You Wuming.
At that moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt that he might be crazy.
Why is You Wuming here? !
Just as she was about to open her mouth, that cold finger gently pressed her lips.
"Shhh," he said.
He leaned down, pressed to her ear, his breath was cold and cold, like a snake.
"Why are you nervous," he said, "Didn't Sang Wangnv like me. Are you unhappy to see me?"
Sang Yuan tried his best to be calm.
"Why are you here?" she asked softly.
You Wuming smiled and said lightly: "Come to save you. If I don't come, you will be over."
Sang turned his head to look at him far from stiff.
"Do you know what Han Shaoling said?" You Wuming smiled, learning Han Shaoling's accent, "Kill the Sangzhou people who bewitched his wife, lock her in the Promise Hall, and deal with it when the lonely returns."
His breath was very cold, it was cold in her bones.
He grabbed her arm, dragged her up, gently opened the curtain of the car, and motioned her to look back.
"Look, when I was passing by, I sprinkled some fluorite powder on them by the wind."
His tone was extremely gentle, like a lover's whisper.
Sang looked from a distance, and his scalp was numb.
A few miles away, there was indeed a silent wave of people, an army of thousands. The fluorite powder glowed with a faint gleam, and from a far distance, the shape of the entire army could be clearly seen.
Like a tiger, ready to eat their little piece of fat.
Sang is far like an ice cave.
She still couldn't believe it: "Why so fast!"
There are no soldiers on the front line from Kuiren to Julinguan. Starting from Kuiren's reorganization of the army, it will take dawn to catch up at the earliest.
She has calculated it all.
You Wuming posted it and smiled softly: "You follow me, your people don't have to die."
"Otherwise?" she asked.
You Wuming laughed happily: "Otherwise, I'll kill you now, saving Han Shaoling."
He said this, really raising his hand to strangle her slender neck.
His eyes are extremely dark, like two bottomless whirlpools under the moonlight. His lip color was extremely red, and when he laughed, his beautiful lip shape floated on his miserable white face, really like the legendary ghost Shura with painted skin.
With a very beautiful breath of death.
Sang's scalp numb far away.
"Then if I go with you," she panted lightly, "Isn't it cheaper for you."
You Wuming was taken aback, and then smiled and bent down.
"Then it's cheaper for me." He loosened her neck and gently patted her back smoothly.
"Okay." Sang Yuan said, "but you have to help them escape."
"no big deal."
He took out a bloody silver token from nowhere, and took it with two fingers in disgust, took the pot of warm tea on the low table, and washed it for a while, causing water stains on the ground.
Looking at the clean silver medal, You Wuming nodded in satisfaction, and pulled up the mask hanging around his neck, covering Raksha's face.
He kicked the car door away, grabbed Sang and walked far to the cowl.
Linggu and the others were so shocked that they sacrificed weapons to point at You Wuming.
"Who?! Let go of the queen!"
Sang Yuanyuan said slowly: "It's okay, it's his own person. The situation has changed, and he is ready to break through the barrier immediately."
You Wuming said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "As soon as the fireworks are set off, you will run for your own lives. Don't look back, you may die if you turn your head back."
Sang noticed from afar, his voice became a lot rougher.
At this moment, Linggu and the others also discovered the undercurrent army behind them.
"The prince! The subordinates fight for their lives, and they will definitely be able to protect the prince!" Linggu resisted, "This person... is not our Sangzhou native! The subordinates don't worry!"
Sang Yuanyuan shook his head slightly: "That's it. Save your life first. When you see your father, tell him that I'm fine, and I will return later."
Ling Gu still has to persuade, Sang raised his hand far away, and said softly and firmly, "Han Shaoling has a deep heart. You must persuade my father and king for me, and don't act impulsively, so as not to lose the handle."
You Wuming smiled contentedly, grabbed her ribs, and flew up lightly.
Among the grass hundreds of meters away, there is an ordinary cloud beast. He grabbed her by the waist, rode on the Yunjian Beast, and greeted the army behind him.
Soon, it was close.
The army in front of him was well-trained and silent, and it happened to stop at a position where it would neither be found nor let the fish slip through the net.
Obviously it wasn't the kind of interception team dispatched in a hurry.
So when did Han Shaoling find out that she wanted to escape? He deliberately put her out of Julin Pass, just to lead Sangzhou King through the pass, so that he could take a mistake!
Sang Yuan was cold all over.
The more horrified she felt, the more she tightened her back, allowing herself to sit upright.
Behind him was Wuming's chest. He held the reins in one hand, and put the other arm loosely around her waist. His breath flicked from the top of her hair from time to time, with a cold temperature.
"You know," he turned his head and whispered in her ear, "a lot of people want you."
"But they are not pure in their minds." He coaxed and whispered softly, "They want not only you, but also benefits. I am not the same, I want you, it is you, you, who live, It’s okay to die. You see, this is what I really like."
Sang was far from feeling cold in his back.
When speaking, he had already driven her to the chasing soldiers.
"who?!"
The light of the fire was fleeting, illuminating Sang Yuan's face.
You Wuming raised his hand and threw the blood-stained token that he had washed in her car just now to the opponent's general.
The general took a look at the silver medal and hurriedly saluted: "Fifteen generals!"
It is the Sangzhou people that Han Shaoling wants to kill, not his own wife. In this operation, the person responsible for robbing Sang Yuan is the Han fifteen who has never shown his true colors.
Everything was exactly as planned, and the general gave a sigh of relief. Next, you only need to reap the heads.
You Wuming continued to say in a slightly low-pitched false voice: "Madam, I have brought it out. I will return with her first."
"Yes!"
You Wuming coldly ordered: "Go, kill those Sangzhou people."
"Yes!"
The army shouted together, jumped onto the Yunjian Beast, and rushed forward.
Thousands of feet galloped past, like wind and thunder, leaving nothing but dust.
Sang didn't move a bit far away.
"Huh?" You Wuming leaned over her body, raised her chin with her index finger, and asked in surprise, "Why don't you cry? I just thought, if you cry, I will sew your mouth back. ."
His eyes looked disappointed.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This is a real lunatic.
She whispered: "The king of Youzhou must do what he says. If he promises to save people, then he will definitely do it."
He squinted his eyes lightly, with a smile in his voice: "Oh, then I always say that I want to conquer the capital and kill Jiang Yanji. Do you think... I will do it?"
The name Jiang Yanji has disappeared in the cloud for many years.
Nowadays, when it comes to that strange woman, people will only call it'Emperor'.
Sang looked at his dark and deep eyes from afar, and replied seriously: "I think you are not strong enough now, you have to wait a little longer."
There was a rare real surprise in You Wuming’s eyes. After a long while, he smiled and muttered: "No wonder you dare to say that you like me, so you are very sick. Okay, I will save these people. . I just wanted to let go of one or two casually..."
When he flipped his wrist, there was a handful of small jade beads in his palm, shining brightly in the moonlight.
It is Fuyu for communication.
He slowly closed his five fingers, and saw the jade beads rubbing and squeezing each other, making a clear jade cracking sound, like popping beans.
A rusty powder with cyan light flowing along his fingers.
A deep roar resounded throughout the fields.
You don't have to look back to see the flames soaring into the sky.
"this… "
You Wuming smiled happily, pulled the rein, and led her to look around.
I saw that in that dark army, as if flowers were blooming, the cloud beasts were exploded into the sky one by one, turning into large fireballs burning with orange light.
In the dark and empty wilderness, fireworks are indeed set off.
Ju Linguan was alarmed, countless fires lit up above the city tower, and the sound of the city gate opening could be heard from a distance.
You Wuming took out another handful of jade beads and placed them in Sang Yuanyuan's palm.
"Try it." He encouraged her with a sense of pride.
A big cold hand wrapped the back of her hand, holding her five fingers, and slowly closing it.
The cyan light penetrated through the fingers, and the fireworks in front of him were more brilliant.
"Fun?" He leaned in her ear, his tone brisk, with a thick smile, as if showing off some toy.
"You did it the first night in Handu, right?" Sang Yuan tried his best to calm his voice.
You Wuming paused, and his chest quivered slightly, with a sound of "Yeah".
That day, a series of incidents caused Han Shaoling to be frustrated. The normally calm and sensible king completely indulged himself in that night. He nestled in the Promise Hall and Meng Wuyou overnight, and sent his guards to the Back Cloud Hall to protect Sang Yuan and guard against him. You Wuming really came to grab someone.
You Wuming, who should really keep an eye on, was no longer cared about.
She murmured: "In the Yunjian beast's body, an explosive is placed, and then it is detonated by the spiritual induction between the jade slips."
This idea can be said to be very advanced.
He stroked her hair casually: "So smart, my little Sangguo."
Sang Yuan's pupils contracted.
Linggu only mentioned this childhood nickname once, and the only people present at the scene were those sent by the king of Sangzhou to guard her.
Therefore, among these people are faint and lifeless people.
There are people from You Wuming, and, presumably, there are people from Han Shaoling... It turns out that she was exposed in this way.
She really can't be blamed for this. She had no way to find out the person sent by her father and brother from Sangzhou, she could only trust it unconditionally.
It seemed that the water in the eighteen states of the cloud was much deeper than she had imagined.
She suddenly understood why Han Shaoling never contacted her again after that day.
"Can you tell me who your person is?" She tilted her head to look at You Wuming.
In his dark and deep eyes, firelights were reflected in them, like heavy golden pupils, with a different kind of beauty.
"Sang Sanjiu." You Wuming didn't hesitate.
Sang Yuan had a simple face in front of his eyes.
"Then who is from Han Shaoling?" Her heart throbbed.
She clenched her fists.
"Sang Four-Five, Sang Four-Six."
Sang Yuan's heart jumped sharply.
The identities of these two people are very unusual. Lingu told her specifically.
Sang 45 and Sang 46 are actually Sang Yuan's cousins. Their father is the younger brother of King Sangzhou. This uncle Wang has never regarded himself as a royal family. He threw his twins into the barracks after urinating, which made people treat him equally.
The twins were very competitive and outstanding, and they made a lot of credit at a young age. They refused to take part in their duties, and instead entered the Guards and served as the personal guards of the King of Sangzhou.
The family has excellent reviews.
How could they be Han Shaoling's people? !
"It's time to get paid." You Wuming said with a low smile.
Five cold fingers, like snakes, climbed up to the back of her head, penetrated into the black cloud of hair, and controlled his prey.
She was forced to raise her face, You Wuming, accompanied by the sky full of fireworks, pulled off the mask, and kissed her heavily.
His lips are ice, and it feels like being kissed by a poisonous snake. The fangs of the poisonous snake broke her lips, and the smell of rust permeated her, causing her to ignore the smell of the poisonous snake itself.
He held a handful of jade beads in her palm again, his fingers interlocked, and the fireworks became more gorgeous.
After a while, he let go of her, retracted the red letter like a snake, and looked at her weirdly.
"No skills at all. Didn't Han Shaoling teach you?"
Sang was far from answering. Wouldn't it be more arousing his interest to explain aloud at this time
In fact, his technique is also terrible, and he bit himself, thinking she didn't know.