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

Chapter 19: Don't like it easily

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Sang knew from afar that the ending of the book was about to take place.

I just don’t know how many people around me can survive after this battle

You Wuming is already seriously injured in the book, if you still have to be distracted and protect yourself, I'm afraid...

My heart only felt cold for a while.

Is this the end of the short journey of different time and space

If You Wuming was killed, it would have saved a lot of disasters for this world, and it was not a waste of time.

She thought to herself.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a deep sound of wind and thunder.

The thunder was rolling over the black iron, and the rumbling gradually approached.

"This is… "

I saw a fire dragon meandering over the inner Great Wall, with an extremely fast speed, and the flag of mulberry fluttering in the wind.

King Sangzhou, here it is!

It turned out that the king of Sangzhou led the soldiers and rushed directly from the inner Great Wall, saving a lot of detours and shortening the journey by half a day!

The roar of a lion like Hong Zhong passes through the wide buffer zone and echoes between the Great Wall inside and outside.

"Sang Chengming has rebelled, do you want to help Chen be abused, or return quickly?!"

"Don't come back quickly?!"

"Quickly return!"

The city gate opened, and the spirited tiger-wolf teacher gushed from the city gate, and the iron hoof stepped on the regurgitation wave of the underworld, and ruthlessly tore them into thousands of pieces!

At this moment, the underworld is retreating, just like chasing a mourning dog.

The Sangzhou Army quickly crossed the buffer zone, and barrels of kerosene were transported over and poured on the underworld demons who were hoarding under the Great Wall and rushing on the wall frantically, burning them to squeak and scream. , Roll into a ball.

All the crossbows were sent out, and the underworld demons who had plunged into the air fell with arrows.

The pressure on the city wall has dropped sharply!

But the faces of everyone did not become pretty.

No one knows if this Sangzhou army came to harvest them. The opponent is full of ammunition, the soldiers are strong and the horse is strong, but the own, all of them are exhausted, and they have reached their limit...

The one with the worst expression was Han Shaoling.

Now that the interception had been revealed, he and Sangzhou had torn most of their faces. He couldn't imagine what King Sangzhou, who had an absolute advantage at the moment, would do to him.

You Wuming pressed against Sang Yuanyuan like a ghost, exhaling lightly in her ear.

"Little Sangguo, are you leaving me?"

Sang looked back at him from a distance.

I saw that the pair of black eyes were full of murderous aura without concealment.

"I can't let you leave alive." He smiled, his face looked abnormally white in the blood.

I don't know if it is an illusion, Sang Yuanyuan feels that his smile is a little fragile, like a small flower bud that flickers in a rain of blood.

"Why would I leave you?" She curled her eyes and smiled, "I've said that when you finish the battle, I will take you back to Sangzhou to see your parents."

"Really? I don't believe it." His cold hand slowly supported her on the back of her neck.

"I'm hurt," he said, "if Sang Chengyin wants to grab it, I can't take you away alive."

His black eyes became very hollow, and his palms gradually tightened.

Sang Yuanyuan grabbed his clothes abruptly and looked at him up and down: "What are you going to do, I won't go anywhere! Where did you hurt, let me see if it doesn't matter?!"

He stiffened for a while, released his hand, and stared at her weirdly.

After watching it for a while, he smiled.

"It's really a female congress! Little Sangguo, if your father knows that you depend on me like this, I'm afraid he will vomit blood for three liters of anger!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Isn't it to save your life under the claws of your lunatic

"Forget it," he grabbed her shoulders, "I believe you."

He fixedly stared into her eyes: "Don't let me down, or you will regret coming to this world."

Sang Yuanyuan smiled shyly.

You Wuming was stunned by her smile, and a pair of shiny black eyes slowly turned, as if reminiscing whether he said something wrong.

After a long while, he coughed unnaturally and grabbed her to walk down the city wall.

At this moment, Sang Jun was putting a barrel of ignited kerosene on a heavy black iron low cart and pushing it to the left and right. I saw that Wanjun Fire Dragon rumbling over, opening a wide passage of nearly a hundred meters, and the Underworld Demon could not surpass it for a while.

A strong man with a big beard is riding a scarlet cloud beast, standing under the city gate.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This person is the king of Sangzhou, right

In fact, when she really wanted to contact Sangzhou's'relatives', she flinched a little.

To Lingu and the others, she could use amnesia to prevaricate, but instead of her original body to get along with her family... Sang Yuanyuan didn't know how to deal with herself.

"Han Shaoling!" The bearded man opened his mouth and roared like a lion, "Hand over my daughter to give birth! Otherwise you don't have to come down!"

Standing by the wall, Han Shaoling replied loudly: "King Sangzhou, my wife and I just had a little misunderstanding. She left without saying goodbye. Not only did you not persuade me, but also attacked me! I have not been with you yet! Don't worry, you asked me to have someone today? King Sangzhou, this kind of wicked person first sue, it's not the work of a gentleman!"

"Ha ha ha ha..." Sang Chengyin smiled, "I only contacted my daughter yesterday, and she is here! I don't ask you who you want to ask! Do you ask You Wuming either!"

You Wuming stepped down the wall suddenly, with a guilty expression on his face, and muttered: "Don't look for me."

Seeing Sang Chengyin's calm tone, Han Shaoling couldn't help but wondered—could it be that Han Fifteen, who lost contact, didn't actually have an accident, but took Sang here far away

Looking around, his heart sank heavily. Han Fifteen did not return to the team. On such a battlefield, don't say that Han Fifteen, even if he is himself, absolutely has no ability to single-handedly keep a woman.

So, Sang Yuan has something wrong? ! If something happens to her, how should she deal with Sang Chengyin? !

It was when he was frightened, the battle armor was suddenly torn off gently.

He tilted his head to look and saw Meng Wuyou open a pair of big deer-like eyes, and whispered to him: "I can pretend to be the Sang Queen and help everyone get out first."

There was pleading in her eyes.

She wants to be as useful as possible.

Han Shaoling's eyes flashed a few times. Finally closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay."

He removed the disguise from Meng Wuyou's face and dragged her to the edge of the city wall. The moon was like blood, and the white light of the cold fire lanterns on the city wall could barely illuminate. In such an environment, Meng Wuyou's face is enough to be fake.

Han Shaoling said aloud: "King Sangzhou, I know that today's matter has nothing to do with you. In order to avoid any misunderstandings, wait until the evil is settled before discussing everything, how about it!"

"Good!" Sangzhou Wang Shengruo Hongzhong, "Clean the road and escort allies back to the city!"

"Yes!"

Everyone knows that King Sangzhou is not a sinister villain.

Han Shaoling waved his hand heavily, and the trapped soldiers evacuated the city wall one after another, followed the passage opened by the Sangzhou Army and returned to the inner Great Wall.

The fire road created by the Sangzhou Army is like a vacillating bridge in the tsunami. In this turbulent wave, the Han and You Army meandered towards the Inner Great Wall. They lost the Yunjian Beast, all of them exhausted and embarrassed.

The rectified Sangzhou army cleared the way for them, one by one, full of energy, as if they were escorting prisoners.

Standing at the head of the city, Han Shaoling was unavoidably humiliated.

You Wuming had already happily brought Sang far down the wall, and was about to walk out, when Sang grabbed his sleeves from a distance.

"Listen, what's the sound?" she asked nervously.

You Wuming listened for a moment and shook his head: "There is no sound."

"How do I feel that something is scratching the outside door. Is it short-lived?" She blinked, looking expectant.

You Wuming looked down at her.

There was no light under the city gate, and in the darkness, there seemed to be two pools of clear spring water, swaying at him, then swaying again.

"No." His voice was a little dry, "They're all gone."

Going on this one naturally refers not to the city wall, but to Ming Yuan.

Tens of thousands of Yunjian Beasts, wrapped in the Underworld Demon, fell straight into the Underworld, and there is absolutely no reason to survive.

You Wuming saw the spring water swaying in front of him, and the woman let out a depressed sobbing sound.

"Is it so easy to be emotional?" He pinched her chin gently, "Like me, is it so easy?"

His tone was as flat as a pool of stagnant water: "I like it easily, and dislike it easily."

Sang Yuanyuan was about to speak, when she suddenly felt in her heart, she shook her head anxiously: "No, I really feel it."

She grabbed his hand and beamed her eyes: "I think it's there. Can you take a look?"

You Wuming broke free gently, put his hand behind him, and laughed coldly: "Even if it is, I can't open the door. It's too dangerous."

"Just open the small door, open a little bit!"

He laughed and his chest trembled: "Little Sangguo, you are really crazy. Well, if it is not outside, I will throw you out!"

He dropped her and strode towards the nearest iron door: "Open the door!"

No one dared to raise an objection.

The small black iron doors were opened one by one.

You Wuming held his hands and walked straight out.

Sang ran a long distance and chased after him. The thoughts in her heart came together, like pressing a gourd in a water tank, and couldn't press it anymore.

What if by any chance

The short-lived that survived all these difficulties, ran faster and short-lived than any Yunjian beast. Much like her, no matter what the situation, she must strive to live and do her best.

The last small iron door was pulled inward.

Although the underworld demons are resounding, their number is too much. The demons crowded the demons, saw a gap here, and smelled the blood of a living person, and immediately turned around and killed them.

You Wuming pressed Sang Yuan's shoulders, leaned over her ears, and asked cordially, "Did you see clearly?"

Except for the underworld, there is nothing.

Thick corpses of the Underworld Demon were piled up on the ground, half a person tall, and when they looked up, there was nothing but the raging red tide.

There is no beast among the clouds. Any creature here will be torn into pieces.

Sang is far from being lost.

Just about to step back, I suddenly heard the sound of'chucking'.

It's like a claw scratching the door.

This time, You Wuming also heard clearly.

He stared and looked down.

I saw a pile of underworld corpses not far away, stretched out a furry claw, which was dyed red, pulling the black iron gate.

You Wuming: "..."

"Short-lived?" Sang called out carefully, far away.

A head arched out.

Another head arched out.

Another head arched out.

One by one, the Yunjian Beast came out from the bottom of the Shishan Mountain and jumped into the small door with a snapped nose.

The one in the lead was particularly proud and let out a long, long fart at You Wuming.