You Wuming seemed to be in a good mood.
He turned to bed, his back seemed very lively.
"There is a sacrifice today." He pulled off the loose robe and took off a slightly more formal mysterious garment from the jade frame.
"Little Sangguo, come and change my clothes."
She sat up and said in amazement: "You have not healed from a serious injury, and you want to go out?"
"Hurt? What hurt?" He looked back at her solemnly, "Am I like someone who can get hurt?"
Sang smirked far, got out of bed, and tied his clothes.
There is no clothes on his jade shelf that suits her.
After taking care of him, she yawned and wanted to walk back to the bed.
"Little Sangguo," he stopped her, "Where are you going?"
"Get up. There is no clothes I can wear to go out."
He chuckled lightly and patted his palms.
The waitress came in with a tray, and a set of mysterious clothes was placed upright on the tray, and the texture of the material was almost the same as the one he was wearing.
It's just that his rim is Chilong, and hers is Wufeng.
Although it's casual clothes, it's just like a lady's ritual system.
The waitress put down her clothes and bowed back. You Wuming walked in front of Sang Yuanyuan, his eyes deep and extremely oppressive.
"Do you want me to change your clothes?"
She quickly grabbed her clothes and fled behind the screen of the misty mountains.
When she walked out a little bit shyly, she saw him with his arms wrapped around his chest, smiling weirdly.
"Little mulberry, those clouds are yarn. Transparent."
Sang Yuan's expression changed.
You Wuming had a smirk on his face: "Flickering and appearing, it feels more graceful. Little Sangguo, you are deliberately seducing me."
She turned her head stiffly to look at the screen, and stared for a while, and found that she could not see the palace wall behind the screen.
It is not transparent at all!
"Lied to you!"
You Wuming leaned forward with a smile.
Before she became angry, he had grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her out of the palace.
Short-lived was bouncing down the steps, and was so happy that he sneezed several times when he saw his master coming out.
When traveling today, You Wuming did not carry a knife.
After all, the body is still weak.
The shadow guard is divided into two columns, and the attendants are behind him.
"Why are you not in a hurry?" Sang could not help asking, "Those people frame you for rebellion!"
You Wuming's face is full of no matter: "Rebellion means rebellion."
"But..." She thought of the destruction of Sangzhou in the book.
Tiandu didn't need to take action at all, and sent a piece of essay, and the tigers of its own wolves swarmed up and swallowed a small state and country.
You Wuming stared at her with the light, and seeing that her face was full of genuine worries, he curled up the corners of his lips unknowingly, and said to her with a rare face--
"For a while, no one dared to be this early bird."
His voice was flat and indifferent, and Sang Yuan even heard a cruel taste.
She turned her head to look at him and saw his black eyes stunned.
Just at this moment, a rider came from the front and hurriedly reported.
"Report to the lord, the king of Hanzhou led one hundred thousand troops to attack Yumen Pass! Yumen Pass is in a hurry, and you will last at most for another five days!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
You Wuming: "..."
Yumen Pass is the first important town on the western line of Youzhou, adjacent to Hanzhou. Youzhou is different from other states. Every fortress is hoarding heavy soldiers.
Sang Yuanyuan did not expect that it was Han Shaoling who had made this early bird. At this moment, there is no news from Tiandu, and he has raised the flag brightly by doing so.
You Wuming laughed.
"Okay," he said.
He pulled the rein and continued to the north of the city.
"Little Sangguo, after watching the Sacrifice today, I will take you to behead Han Shaoling tomorrow."
Sang Yuanyuan only felt that the air was full of blood.
Moving forward for a while, she discovered that this bloody smell was not an illusion. Sacrifice is going ahead, full of blood.
Suddenly she remembered what the life sacrifice was all about.
Every year, the eighteen states of the cloud are going to make sacrifices to life. They take unblemished girls, pour in special potions, vomit blood to death, and use that pure blood to sacrifice to nine strange inland abyss mouths.
Very cruel and savage customs, with a strong color of superstition.
For thousands of years, people on this land have believed that if a sacrifice is made on the day of Jingzhe, they can temporarily satisfy the underworld under the abyss and calm the restless abyss.
In the book, after becoming Han Shaoling's wife, Meng Wuyou once destroyed a sacrifice and saved a young girl. In that year, the underworld’s "swelling tide" appeared in twelve places at the same time in a thousand years, and only a short while later, the eighteen states of the cloud state were completely reduced to the underworld’s dish.
No one knows whether it is coincidence or inevitable.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know.
You Wuming keenly caught her tension.
He bent over her ears and exhaled softly: "I'm already dead, so I won't give you a chance to sympathize with those sacrifices."
She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
The sacrifice was completed in a large pit. Standing on the edge of the huge pit and looking down, I saw that the bottom of the pit seemed to be tattooed with a huge, beautiful red pattern, with bloody mist, and a pale body was being lifted up by someone. They walked up, crying and laughing.
You Wuming said: "It's all willingly. The family members can get rid of slavery for the chosen sacrifice. For these people, it is actually a great thing."
"Do you believe it?" she asked.
You Wuming turned his head to look at her.
"Sacrifice can soothe the underworld demon. Do you believe it?" She looked back, looking deeply into his eyes.
"If I believe..." I saw an evil smile on his face, "I won't do it."
She stared at him blankly.
His breathing became extremely heavy, covering her ears, and his voice was a little excited and hoarse: "Little Sangguo, you don't know how dirty this world is. Every day, I can't wait for it to be wiped out!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
I am afraid this perversion is hopeless.
He smiled suddenly, with a wicked smile: "I will live well and bury it with my own hands."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Properly destroying the world villain, pure.
Can this be broken back
At this moment, the crowd around the girl's body suddenly became noisy.
You Wuming pulled the reins lightly, and ran over with short hoofs.
When I got close, I learned that there was a cut on the girl’s forearm with a nail cut. Several priests in white robes were frightened. They were checking whether this small wound was an old wound before the sacrifice or was made when the body was just moved. New injury.
"A single flaw will not work!" The priest was horrified, "To be sure, I'd better make another perfect tribute!"
Someone immediately pushed another young girl to the front: "My lord, look at her, there is no problem!"
It's like selling a product.
Sang Yuanyuan's heart hung slightly and looked over. The young girl just raised her head, staring at Sang Yuan with a pair of numb eyes, as if there were strange stars moving in her eyes.
Sang saw the girl's mouth move from afar, as if she was lip-synching-'Help me. '
She trembled, and subconsciously clenched You Wuming's hand.
You Wuming moved his eyelids.
The guard stepped forward and pushed aside the crowd, and You Wuming slowly walked to the vicinity, squinted at the corpse, and said, "Injuries after death."
Seeing the arrival of the lord, the crowd suddenly knelt on the ground.
"Lord!"
Naturally, no one dared to question the Lord's words.
Since it is a post-mortem injury, there is no need to sacrifice another girl.
The girl who had survived the death knelt on the ground and kept staring at Sang Yuan until she was dragged down.
Sang Yuanyuan couldn't tell what it was like. The bloody cloud fell on her heart, making her uncomfortable. The smell of blood in the air made her very dizzy, and her breathing seemed to be mired, sticky and heavy.
It was clearly early in the morning, but she felt sleepy at noon, and her eyelids were getting darker.
She frowned, and suddenly remembered something very wrong. At first, Meng Wuyou was meant to be a sacrifice. Had it not been for Han Shaoling to bring her out of the slave camp, she would have been bloodletted and stung in Hanzhou today. Day, it should be her.
However, before Meng Wuyou fell on the table of You Wuming that day, there was a crescent birthmark on his ankle. Fate replaced her fate.
"Is there a birthmark, can I also make a sacrifice?" Sang couldn't help but asked with his head tilted.
"Naturally not." You Wuming replied casually without thinking, "No flaws are allowed."
Before he finished his words, he lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes gradually deepening.
"Ah, I remember. That fake is exactly a sacrifice." You Wuming said slowly, "How can a sacrifice have a birthmark? Heh, the fake is still a liar."
Is Han Shaoling deceived
He was indeed moved by the tears of a woman who was about to die.
Sang Yuanyuan shook his head slightly. Even if she couldn't look down on Meng Wuyou 10,000 people, she still had to admit that people like Meng Wuyou couldn't tell such a lie.
She must have been chosen as a sacrifice.
So will things like birthmarks grow out the day after tomorrow? At the right time... Grow out... Save her life
Sang Yuanyuan's contemplative appearance fell in You Wuming's eyes, and gradually lit a dark fire.
"What are you thinking?" he asked lightly.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even hear it.
You Wuming bent over her ears, and said like a hypnotic trick: "I found out that Han Shaoling was deceived. Do you really want to go to him and tell him the truth, huh?"
Sang was so confused and confused by him, she vaguely felt that this man seemed to have used some strange tricks to confuse her. She happened to be sleepy, so she was recruited.
"That's right." She said what was in her mind blankly.
You Wuming's eyes instantly cold into his bones.
He raised a big hand and slowly stroked the mysterious suit that symbolized Mistress Youzhou, and landed on her slender neck, strangling it.
"What then?" He continued to exhale gently in her ear, "Make him hate that woman, so you can come back to him? Huh?"
"Which woman?" She still looked dull, she didn't even feel her breathing, her voice was breathless, and she said, "Tell him, it's not you who intercepted the father and brother."
You Wuming's expression changed, and he hurriedly let go.
Before she returned to his senses, he fainted her suddenly, and put the person in his arms, his eyes were rather guilty.
Pulling on the reins, he ran out of the royal city and ran straight to a low grassy slope on the outskirts of the city.
He rolled down with his arms around her, put her on the grass, squatted aside, and stared at her.
"Short-lived." he called.
Shortlife leaned forward and arched Sang's far arm with his nose.
"What to do?" He whispered, "If she wakes up, will she find that I blamed her by mistake and acted on her."
Short-lived turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes quite speechless.
It remembered one thing. Last time, the master didn’t know where the wind was. He suddenly wanted to carve a pattern on the tree. He accidentally made a mistake. He didn’t think of remedy, but he just handled the tree neatly. It was chopped into firewood.
On another occasion, he kindly helped it to build a small wooden house, but the roof was a bit crooked. The original repair was completed. After a few fiddling with him, he suddenly became impatient and demolished its nest.
That's such a guy...
"Or kill it?" He said this sentence as expected.
He was still squatting on the ground and shaking gently, as if eager to try.
Short-lived sneezed angrily, turned sideways, and threw You Wuming down on the grass with a flick.
You Wuming was genuinely shocked.
Seeing short-lived throwing the big furry butt to the ground, the whole giant beast sat upright in front of Sang Yuan.
In fact, it was a little bit confusing, a pair of black eyes glanced at Wuming, and then at Wuming.
One person and one beast looked up, and it immediately assumed a arrogant posture and twisted its head to one side. The body is not letting go.
You Wuming: "..."
After a stalemate, he stood up slowly and said: "I didn't bring a knife to go out, even his short-lived life was reversed."
He tilted his head and complained: "Are you fine?"
Short-lived is quite fragile, his head droops a little, and he glances at his owner from bottom to top.
"Little Sangguo is mine!" You Wuming raised his hips and declared his sovereignty, "It's not yours!"
The short-lived head hooked a little lower, hesitating, wondering whether to let go.
One person and one beast faced each other for a moment, and the short-lived life was completely shocked.
It was short, and moved to the side with its four legs bent.
Although the body is very honest, it still carries the last breath of beast, and puts on a posture that it is ready to pounce on You Wuming at any time to prevent him from doing stupid things.
You Wuming blinked innocently, sat down beside Sang Yuan, and pulled her up, leaning half of her body in his arms.
After observing for a short time, she rubbed behind him and made him a pillow.
It knows its owner-in this way, it won't kill anyone for the time being.
"What is Xiao Sangguo made of?" You Wuming tilted Sang Yuan's head aggrievedly, staring at the faint bruises on her neck, "I just touched it lightly."
Short-lived rolled his eyes.
"Oh!" His eyes lit up, "It was Jiang Jinpeng's old wound! Jiang Jinpeng, I want to kill him."
Short-lived: "..."
You Wuming nodded: "Yes, put it there and be with'it'. Let him'enjoy' for a while."
The voice was gloomy.
He squinted his eyes.
Sigh: "You said, I'm dying, why don't Shadow Guards rebel? Follow me, what are they doing? If they rebel, I will kill them all, so I won’t have to die today and die tomorrow. ."
He returned his hand and touched his short-lived head: "You didn't die last time. You died a hundred, not dead. I have to worry about when you die."
Short-lived: "..."
It feels that its owner is actually a very, very insecure guy, but he himself will definitely not admit this.
One person and one beast stared at each other with big eyes.
After a while, You Wuming lowered his head very slowly.
I saw a drop of translucent drops of water on the hand he was holding on Sang Yuan's waist.
The woman in her arms trembled gently and whimpered softly, like a milk cat.
She whispered: "Shuang'er... Shuang'er..."
You Wuming's eyes suddenly sharpened.
Short-lived stretched his head under the claws of You Wuming in time.
He severely scratched two of its soft white hairs, and smiled lightly: "What are you panicking, this doesn't look like a man's name."
Short-lived wanted to give him a look of contempt, but he didn't dare.
"Ah!" Sang exclaimed from afar, opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.
She looked around in a daze, and it took a long time before she returned to her senses.
She had an extremely real dream, which made her unclear for a while.
Shaking, she raised her hand and looked at the nail of her left ring finger.
"Little Sangguo," a faint voice came from behind, "How old are you and have nightmares?"
Sang Yuanyuan turned his head slowly and looked at him blankly. After watching for a while, another bright teardrop rolled out of his eyes.
You Wuming's expression was a bit cracked: "... I am here, what is there to be afraid of. What is there to be afraid of in dreams."
She grabbed his skirt lightly, and after a while, her expression calmed down.
"I just dreamed that I became the girl who was sacrificed." She uttered slowly, as if to throw those memories out of her mind. "The dream began last night and continues to die today. Every moment, I feel the same. ."
You Wuming slowly narrowed his eyes.
"The medicine... destroyed all the body, leaving only one intact shell. Inside, it was all corroded, vomiting blood, and all vomiting light. It was so uncomfortable." She recalled, "But, even so, I still think it would be better to die."
You Wuming's eyes were colder, and a sneer appeared on the corners of his lips, as if he had realized something.
"So, at the moment I was given the medicine, I quietly cut my arm with my nail. It would be imperfect. They will definitely sacrifice one more person, and the two won't have to last until next year..."
She raised her hand and looked at her clean nails again.
After a while, she closed her eyes, inhaled gently, three times in quick succession, and then exhaled slowly. After repeating it seven or eight times, she successfully pulled her mind away from the suffocating emotions.
"Who is Shuang'er?" You Wuming asked lightly.
Sang Yuanyuan slowly got out of the state of empathy, she concentrating on remembering for a moment, and said: "It's the girl who was almost replaced."
The corners of You Wuming's lips were slightly curved, and his smile was gentle: "So, after seeing that scene, Xiao Sangguo couldn't let go of it, and she weaved a dream full of sadness?"
"... Ah." She didn't know whether to nod or shook her head.
The details in the dream are so real, every state of mind, and those encounters...
Also, the sensation of scratching the skin with your nails.
She couldn't help but looked down at her nails again. A strange impulse kept surging in her mind, and she felt that she had to confirm it, otherwise she would be really hard to let go.
"Can you take another look at the dead man's body?" she asked.
"good."
You Wuming lazily pulled her up, embraced her, rode on the Yunjian Beast, and walked back into the city.
He faintly ordered to go down, but in a moment, the body of the girl covered in white cloth was carried into the front court.
Sang Yuanyuan slowly opened the cloth, and the girl's pale face was exposed.
She took two deep breaths, looked down, and landed on the girl's left hand.
The nail on the ring finger...
There are still dander and blood stains!
Sang took a deep breath, his scalp exploded, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed violently in his mind.
She went around stiffly to the other side and gently lifted the already stiff arm of the deceased.
That scratch is exactly the same as the position in her dream.
How can it be? !
She was stunned in disbelief. She was stunned for a while, then suddenly remembering something, she got up and looked at You Wuming, and said, "Save the twins, okay?"
An indifferent smile appeared on the corners of You Wuming's lips: "The next sacrifice, the next year."
She shook her head slightly, her expression a little weird, as if she also felt that what she was about to say was ridiculous.
But she still said: "The person who took care of the'sacrifice' was very bad and did very, very bad things to them."
She tightened her lips, and continued to say with difficulty: "After today's sacrifice, the guard was stimulated by blood and will definitely torture both children even more abnormally..."
You Wuming curled his lips: "But the sacrifice must be perfect. Even if there is such a bad person, what can he do?"
"I won't cause anything traumatic." Sang Yuanyuan's eyes were slightly stiff, and he paused every word.
At the beginning of the dream, she saw it with her own eyes.
The potbellied guy was baring yellow teeth and wanted to do something to her. It was Shuang'er who hid her behind and replaced her, and suffered all kinds of humiliation.
"Oh?" You Wuming suddenly became interested, he caught her in his arms and said happily, "Go and see."
On the land of Youzhou, You Wuming is the god who rules everything.
In a short time, the two arrived at the slave camp where the sacrifices were kept in captivity.
The crowd knelt on the ground, You Wuming did not speak, they dared not get up, nor did they dare to make any noise.
Short-lived gently and cleverly came over the two of them, jumped up to the high stone steps, and rammed into the big stone house where they usually took care of the sacrifices.
Sang saw from a distance, the girl knelt in front of a fat man who didn't touch an inch, raising her head in humiliation.
You Wuming was taken aback for a moment.
The extremely black eyes slowly turned around.
Fatty Huang Ya turned his head abruptly, saw You Wuming's face clearly, and froze in fright.
After a moment of stagnation, he was frightened to pee.
The girl was still kneeling numbly, like a walking dead, unconscious.
You Wuming twitched his eyes twice, bowed his head and ordered the guards behind him: "Buried."
The guard was about to do it, he added, "Buried the pit."
The yellow-toothed fat man was dragged down like a dead body.
The girl slowly raised her head, and after seeing Sang Yuan's appearance, her eyes finally became a little bit clever.
"Shuang'er is willing to be a cow and a horse, serve the wife, and die for the wife!" She threw herself on the ground, slamming the floor with her forehead.
You Wuming pondered for a moment, and said, "Little Sangguo seems to be missing a close-fitting maid."
A girl named Shuang'er was taken out of the slave camp.
Sang Yuan called her to the front and asked briefly a few words. He was completely sure in his heart that this girl was the one who appeared in his dream.
This fact is very spiritual.
Sang Yuanyuan thought dazedly, could this be fate
When he returned to Wangcheng, Sang felt far more sleepy. She braced herself, and after changing the medicine for You Wuming, she lay down on the sapphire couch and didn't want to move.
She knew that he would stare at her from time to time.
The physique of this guy is really different from that of ordinary people. He only woke up yesterday, and he was a little bit ready today, as if he wanted to do something to her.
She closed her eyes sharply.
Whatever, don't expect her to move anyway.
My mind slowly floated, and when I was about to fall into deep sleep, I suddenly heard my own voice—
"Lord today, don't you want to?"