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

Chapter 26: The shame level exploded

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"Don't you think the lord today?"

Hearing his own voice, Sang Yuan was so excited that everyone woke up.

How could you say such a shameful dream? !

Once I regained consciousness, I found that my mouth was so closed.

Moreover, he had never called him the'Master'.

"Huh?" You Wuming answered lazily, "you think?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." No, I don't want to.

She opened her eyes laboriously, feeling as if a mountain was pressed on her eyelids, struggling for a long time, and then barely opened the eye gap.

Dimly saw a petite woman in a white dress standing pitifully on the edge of the bed, bowing slightly, staring at You Wuming.

In her eyes, a few strange stars turned.

It was just now that quietly picked up the fireflies, prepared warm tea, and prepared Sang Yuanyuan's pair of jackets.

"Don't the lord want to try it, as I saw in the slave camp today... I would like the lord to do anything. Don't the lord want to try it?" The two children gently licked their lips like flowers.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why use my voice to say this? The level of shame is simply overwhelming. And this scale is too big, accepting incompetence.

She seemed to be extremely sleepy, she was like mud all over, unable to move.

Just like a spectator, watching the woman rescued in the day, imitating her own voice, seduce You Wuming.

Turns out... I was recruited a long time ago!

What a supernatural event, what a shit fate. It's no wonder that all day, people are confused, as if they have lost their souls.

What kind of weird ecstasy is this? !

Sang Yuan's sanity became more sober, but his body still couldn't live up to it.

Her fingers could touch You Wuming's large robe, but she couldn't even pull the strength of his clothes.

I can only watch him leaning on his side, raising his face slightly, and lazily saying, "You come by yourself."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Please don't expand the lower limit at will!

The woman took a step closer carefully, the starlight in her eyes turned faster, seeming to deepen her control.

"Hmm..." She slowly raised her hands and went to untie her belt.

Seeing that the perfect body was about to appear in front of You Wuming's eyes.

At this moment, her face changed slightly and suddenly she let out a small exclamation.

The flattery on his face was thicker, and the voice actually had a scent of refusing and welcoming, as if You Wuming had done something to her.

Sang moved his eyelids in doubt.

She was quite sure that You Wuming had both hands very honest and didn't touch this woman. His right hand is on his forehead, his left hand is on his knees, and his posture is a little bit wild and unrestrained.

"Ah!" the woman called out again.

This time, the voice was even more straightforward.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Although You Wuming is really beautiful, and her half-open chest is also charming, she can't just look at her with her eyes to become such a virtue, right

Short exclamations became more frequent.

Sang Yuan's face flushed at the hearing, and he was extremely embarrassed.

This acting, she is a little bit willing to bow down.

It's just like this to stand upright... It's really a talent!

After Shuang'er yelled for a while, You Wuming said slowly: "Shuang'er, what are you doing? Huh?"

Sang Yuanyuan's heart jumped-it turned out that he was not deceived, he knew that this woman was a twin.

She found that this tune seemed a bit familiar.

He asked her in this hypnotic tone today, what is it about Han Shaoling? Sang Yuan's head became more sober.

I saw the pair reply blankly: "I'm seduce the lord."

"Oh?" You Wuming asked quietly, "Did you have this thought from the beginning?"

Shuang'er shook his head: "At first, I just wanted my wife to rescue me. It's better to be her handmaid than to be tortured in a slave camp."

"When did you get bad eyes?" You Wuming flicked his knees carelessly.

"It is said that the lord is a lunatic who is not close to women, but I see that the lord is very fond of his wife, and the rumors must be false. The lord actually likes women."

You Wuming chuckles: "Go on."

"As long as the lord mistakenly identified me as a wife, and if you want me, I can ascend to the sky in one step and become a human being. Afterwards, I only said that I was innocent and was forced by the lord. Madam, a kind-hearted woman, definitely I will not be embarrassed. In the future, I will definitely be loved by the Lord, because I am on the bed, much better than the wife, and I can do anything."

"If Madam can't understand me, I will use magic tricks to keep her'ill'."

She spoke honestly.

"Then have you succeeded?" You Wuming's voice was gloomy.

"Success, just now..."

You Wuming chuckled and interrupted her: "Take a good look at the person who makes you dying, is it I You Wuming, or the dead ghost in the pit?"

Shuang'er's eyeballs turned very slowly, and after a while, they let out an extremely harsh scream.

You Wuming's voice seemed to be poisoned: "Since you are so reluctant, go and stay with him."

A ray of Qingming appeared in Shuang'er's misty eyes, and she began to struggle, as if drowning.

"Blood... Pulse... Suppressed, how, how can it be..."

She uttered a few words intermittently.

You Wuming tapped his knee lightly: "Go."

The ray of clarity in his eyes seemed to be pulled into the abyss. Her eyes became completely rigid, she nodded very slowly, and said blankly: "Okay..."

She withdrew from the hall and closed the door gently.

You Wuming looked back slowly, and Sang Yuan hurriedly closed his eyes.

"Poor little Sangguo," he stretched out a hand and stroked her hair. "If you change a man, let this witch woman cheat. If the man you like, if you touch another woman, You must cry, don't you?"

"Fortunately, it was me that you met." He smiled briskly, "Little Sangguo, you are really the blessing that you have cultivated in your eight lifetimes!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She caught the keyword.

Witch tribe.

One of the three evils.

The blood of the witch clan is naturally confusing. When people's defenses are weakest, they can easily be manipulated and influenced by them.

Today, affected by the blood of the sacrifice, Sang Yuan was in a panic, and was taken advantage of by the witch. She was born with strong empathy ability, and in the eyes of the witch, she was basically a big target to swagger through the market.

It's a pity that people don't have enough hearts to swallow an elephant. The witch left the slave camp and wanted to climb onto the lonely bed. She's too floating, isn't she looking for death by using such a trick on him

But... what does bloodline suppression mean

How could Wuming's blood flow on You Wuming's body

You Wuming has leaned forward.

She felt the icy fragrance of flowers on her face.

This man, only when he is on the battlefield and when he wants to do something to her, will his body temperature be astonishingly high.

Usually it is cold, like a snake.

It seems that he has no interest today.

Sang, who was like a dead fish, let out a sigh of relief quietly.

He gently dragged her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his hair, and a large hand wrapped behind her, patted her back one after another, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

His arrow wound has healed, leaving only a horrible scar. The palm prints on his chest have also faded, and the self-healing ability is really amazing.

Sang Yuan's head was buried in his chest, almost unable to smell the blood.

She thought to herself, this man, unless he was beaten to death at once, otherwise, all the damage would only make him stronger.

When I was young, there was a sudden burst of clarity in my forehead.

She felt something in her heart, twins, dead.

I tried to move my body, and sure enough, the nightmare had faded, and there was no more restraint.

She soon fell asleep. That night, there was only the fragrance of flowers in her dream, no pictures.

I opened my eyes early in the morning and saw You Wuming had put on his armor, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, staring at her condescendingly.

She smiled at him: "I like you more today than yesterday."

This is because of his intention that he doesn't want her to cry.

You Wuming quickly tilted his head back, let out a soft nasal sound, and said, "It's the same. Make your own way. Who wants you more."

Sang Yuanyuan secretly pursed his lips and smiled, sat up, tilted his body to find his eyes, and saw a small, proud leap.

Her heart suddenly warmed, she leaned forward, and pressed a light kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Well, something." You Wuming said, "You change your clothes, I will tell you."

This time, what he prepared for her was no longer the clothes of his entourage, but the armor that was easy to move, strong but not heavy.

With the exquisite black armor and the scarlet cloak, Sang Yuanyuan felt that he had instantly become a heroic female general.

While she was changing her clothes, You Wuming said to her carelessly: "You picked up the slave girl yesterday, but in the middle of the night, she couldn't think about it, so she jumped into the pit, tsk."

"Ah..." Sang Yuanyuan sighed, "Fortunately, I haven't developed any feelings with her yet."

You Wuming was slightly surprised: "I thought Xiao Sang Guo would be sad."

"Those who want to live can't be saved. Those who want to die, care about what she is doing." She straightened out her cloak and turned out from behind the screen.

He saw You Wuming's eyes lit up, and a slender female general was reflected in his black eyes.

He pulled her to the side of the long case.

"Look, I found a good weapon for you." He pointed it to her triumphantly.

Sang Yuan looked down and was instantly overwhelmed by the appearance of a sword.

It is dreamlike and fantasy, with a silver transparent sword body with countless silky soft green spiritual patterns inside it, like diamonds inlaid with fine emeralds, and it is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

"Is this an ornamental item?" She couldn't imagine what it would be like to use such a beautiful handicraft to hack the underworld.

You Wuming smiled, drew a knife with his backhand, and slashed it down.

Sang Yuanyuan was so distressed that tears came out.

What kind of mastermind is this? If you don't like it, you will destroy the priceless gift? ! The point is that she didn't say she didn't like it either!

The long black wood case was broken at the sound.

That beautiful crystal jade sword fell in the sawdust on the ground, unscathed!

You Wuming retracted the black knife, lazily hugged his arms in front of him, and raised his chin.

Sang rushed forward and snatched the precious jade sword into his hand.

"It's mine!"

You Wuming smiled happily: "Don't you pretend to evade a few words, Xiao Sang Guo!"

She curled her eyebrows: "You are all mine, these foreign objects are still hypocritical."

You Wuming snorted disdainfully and strode out.

"When did it become hers?" he whispered to Shortlife.

Short-lived with his head held high, shaking his head, as if he couldn't stand it.

It likes to be on the battlefield.

You Wuming only ordered 30,000 elite soldiers, and he went to Yumen Pass to meet Han Shaoling.

Before leaving, I saw Agu rushing from the prison in a hurry, and said, "The Lord! Fortunately, you are not insulted! His subordinates finally picked out a name before the rebel army division died!"

You Wuming raised his eyebrows lightly, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Huangfujun."

The corners of Agu's mouth twitched: "How does the lord know..."

You Wuming slanted his long eyes, looking even more surprised than Agu: "I guessed it randomly. Isn't it really him?"

Agu: "... The Lord is wise."

Sang Yuan's heart beat suddenly.

How could the person who framed You Wuming be Huangfujun!

In the book, it was this man who cut the head of You Wuming.