You Wuming smiled and approached, like a smiling Yan Luo.
It's the smile on TV before the perverted murder.
"In the world, you are the only one who knows my secret..."
Only the dead will keep secret forever? Sang far subconsciously wanted to retreat.
She used all her willpower, suppressed the fear in her heart, and took a step against You Wuming.
"Yes," she raised a smile, "It's an honor, I know another secret of you. Don't even Agu know it?"
"Of course he doesn't know." You Wuming stared at her little face, "Little Sangguo, you are obviously scared, why don't you step back?"
Not only did she not retreat, she threw straight into his arms.
At that moment, she had a clear illusion—he and she were the same pole of the magnet, and when she threw on him, she overcame a powerful repulsive force.
She hugged his waist tightly and buried her face on his chest.
"I said I would stay with you." She trembled, "I'm not even afraid of hell, let alone Jiang Yanji and Huangfujun."
You Wuming was obviously startled: "Little Sangguo, I'm afraid, it's not something else. You-aren't you afraid of me."
"Why should I be afraid of you?" She looked up at him, "You were originally good, you were good... Those bad guys harmed you, and you did nothing wrong. Why should I be afraid of you?"
Tears fell in her eyes.
"Ah..." You Wuming sighed, "Yes, you are still crying at the grave named Ming. Xiao Sangguo, you are such a weird fellow. We are dead or alive, what do we have to do with you?"
"I feel distressed." She sobbed and said in a low voice, "I thought before, if the little son was still there, it would be fine, and Agoutin would protect him for life's peace and joy. I didn't expect it to be you."
She hugged his body tightly, raised her head, kissed his proud and perfect jaw, and murmured: "I will practice hard, accompany you, and kill those enemies."
"Yes, kill them all." You Wuming laughed lowly.
Her gaze fell hesitantly on his face: "But, how did you hide everything from everyone and become the prince of Youzhou?"
You Wuming stared at her for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "This secret, I want you to exchange it with your body."
Sang Yuan blushed.
You Wuming laughed loudly, embraced her, grabbed her short-lived back, pulled her on the rein, and led her back to the caravan outside the canyon.
An hour later, You Wuming and his party finally arrived in Tiandu.
The treatment of the merchants and the royal family was different. The team queued outside the city for a whole day before they had the opportunity to enter the city.
After washing away all the dust, everyone set foot on the white agate pavement and entered the trading bazaar.
You Wuming received the news that Huangfujun stayed in the imperial palace and left Beijing for Dongzhou three days later. There were frequent battles on the Eastern Front, and it was rare for him to take the opportunity to stay with Jiang Yanji for a few days.
Of course, this is not what he said to the outside world, the king of Dongzhou just had military affairs and important matters to discuss with the emperor.
"Little Sangguo, go shopping!" You Wuming happily grabbed Sang Yuan's arm and dragged her out of the car. "You definitely didn't bring hibiscus fat, you are not!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
He smiled triumphantly: "I knew it, you didn't realize it at all!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She is very tired and messed up at the moment.
He dragged her, found a shop in Baizhou, bought a dozen boxes of hibiscus fat, packed it with a small bag, and carried it on his back.
"It's a pity that father-in-law has gone back to Sangzhou." He shook his head gently, "Otherwise, I can still ask him for a marriage contract and get married on the spot."
Sang Yuanyuan: "In fact, girls are longing for a grand wedding, really."
"No, no, I know Xiao Sangguo is not such a vulgar person." He took her shoulders.
"Sorry I'm so vulgar."
"Sneez," he smiled brightly, "the laity doesn't have that vision. Fancy me."
She screwed her head to the other side.
In fact, she really didn't expect any wedding. She and You Wuming are not in a normal relationship and marriage. She is holding her head in her hands and playing with a poisonous snake. How can there be that kind of little daughter's thoughts
It has been said that we are married, but it is just a delay. She just wasn't ready to have a closer relationship with him.
She sighed quietly, and glanced over the furoshiki behind his back, feeling her legs soft.
Sang Yuan's footsteps suddenly stopped as he walked through a gold-clad and jade-lined street.
She saw a familiar figure.
Wearing a drapery, under the veil, half of the gilt mask can be seen.
Worry-free dreams? Why is she here
For a while, Sang Yuanyuan felt as if he had passed away. The last time I heard the news of this woman was when Han Shaoling made a ruthless gesture, causing people to ruin her appearance, using her only as a tool for detoxification.
Could it be that she finally realized it completely and escaped from Han Shaoling's side
But how could Han Shaoling let her go because she was in love
Sang Yuan turned his sights, and saw Meng Wuyou following a few of Han Shaoling's guards, and a group of people hurriedly chasing next to a desperate man, constantly saying something.
After not taking a few steps, the man reluctantly followed Meng Wuyou and walked into a classically decorated teahouse.
Sang stared at the creeper on the wall outside the teahouse for a moment. He turned his head and said to You Wuming: "I'm tired, can I have some tea here? Do you still have money?"
You Wuming laughed and laughed: "If Xiao Sangguo sees this teahouse, I will buy it."
She took his arm into the teahouse, booked a classical and elegant wing, and slowly made tea.
The creeper swayed between the carved wooden window lattices, and Sang Yuanyuan quickly caught the sound of Meng Wuyou.
-"Help, save the King of Hanzhou, okay? You know, he is a big hero, he was seriously injured in order to kill a very bad and bad person. He is about to die, don't you have the heart to let such a man? Did the hero die? If something happens to him, thousands of people in Hanzhou will be displaced!"
Sang Yuanyuan's heart moved. Han Shaoling is dying? Didn't you expect that You Wuming's blow actually caused him such a serious internal injury? Meng Wuyou, is this going to Tiandu to seek medical treatment for Han Shaoling? Could it be that this down-and-out man is a genius doctor
Meng Wuyou's eager and anxious voice made Sang Yuan feel a bit of toothache.
She has personally witnessed the mess of Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou. Han Shaoling's dream of worrying is really scumbag. He madly showed love to other women in front of her, and also branded her mask on her. On his face, he is very abusive to his body and heart.
In this way, can Meng Wuyou still seek medical advice for him in such anxious manner
Worthy of being the protagonist of a typical scumbag essay.
After waiting for a while, a ugly drake voice finally came into his ears.
-"What's the use of telling me this! I'm not a healer. I need to see a doctor if I'm sick, little girl, that's all right. You said just now that you would give me an ingot of gold as long as you come in for a cup of tea! Bring it! "
— "I know you are the Ming clan. If you want to save, you can save it." Meng Wuyou said straightforwardly.
A moment of silence.
— "Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Are you crazy little girl, ah, how can you be like you, just drag someone on the street and say that they are the three evils! You are not sick, you!" The man's voice was obviously not. stable.
— "Your wife has already told me everything! Ning Hongcai, you are so addicted to gambling that you lost your child's medicine money. Do you know how anxious your wife is? She was going to sell this news to the emperor. Palace, fortunately I was stopped by me. If not, you would have been taken away at this moment!" Meng Wuyou said.
— "No, it's impossible! How could Meng Niang betray me! I, I bet, I want to make more money to treat the baby! I don't want to lose, and I don't want to lose..." The man cried stand up.
—"Ning Hongcai, you are in your thirties. You can't even find any serious work. You just know how to gamble all the time. Does your life have any meaning? You sacrifice yourself to save the King of Hanzhou, and you can save it by the way. Your own child, why don't you take it?" Meng Wuyou persuaded anxiously.
— "King Hanzhou's fate is fate, isn't my fate? Ah?!" The drake cried.
— "And your child, your child has no money to treat the disease, and is about to die! You can replace two people with your own life. What a good thing! As long as you promise to save the King of Hanzhou , I guarantee that your child will get the best treatment!" Meng Wuyou said it very emotionally.
The man began to cry, and it took a long time before he gradually stopped crying.
— "Okay, okay. Give me the money, I'll send it back, talk to them separately, and then go with you." Ning Hong compromised.
— "Han Twelve, you take the money and walk with him!" Meng Wuyou's voice was as cheerful as a bird.
Ning Hongcai left the teahouse.
Sang frowned far, thinking for a long time, and couldn't remember what kind of race the Ming Clan was.
The three evils have been suppressed for more than a thousand years, and there is not much left in the world. In the book, there are three evils with a name and a surname, that is, the love family Meng Wuyou, and a witch woman who confuses Han Shaoling a few years later.
The Ming clan does not deserve to have a name at all.
"You Wuming," she asked, "you know..."
As soon as he raised his head, he saw two dark fires in the man's eyes, staring at her displeasedly.
"Little Sangguo, what are you thinking about?"
"Do you know the Underworld?"
You Wuming was obviously startled: "Are you thinking about this?"
Sang nodded far away.
"I know, why don't you know." He squinted and said lightly, "The other two tribes were wiped out because they were too bad, and the Ming tribe, because they were so good, are dead by now."
Great? Sang Yuanyuan thought of the dialogue between Cai Meng Wu You and Ning Hongcai, and understood in his heart.
This is a strange race that can use its own life in exchange for the lives of others. Let alone in this semi-slavery world where the strong are respected, even in the era of democracy and peace, such a race with supernatural powers cannot escape the fate of changing lives to the powerful.
"Little Sangguo," You Wuming drew closer, "You know, when the Ming Clan gives his life to others, he will give it to that person as well."
"Ah!" Sang took a sigh of relief from a distance, "Isn't that, it's even more coveted!"
"Yes," You Wuming said coldly, "so he's dead. I'll be labeled as an evil race."
Suddenly, a little sadness surged in her heart: "Keeping her guilty."
You Wuming chuckled: "Little Sangguo, are you worrying about the ancients again?"
"It's not an ancient person, there is one next door."
She said what she had just heard before—Meng Wuyou brought Han Shaoling's guards. In this teahouse, she had just persuaded a survivor of the Ming clan to follow her to rescue Han Shaoling, who was seriously injured and dying.
"Oh?" You Wuming raised his eyebrows happily, "Han Shaoling is about to die? Oh, I only used seven points of strength. If I had known that he was so innocent, I would use eight points of strength, wouldn't it? I can kill him on the spot!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Blow, blow hard. It is best to blow while vomiting blood.
"Since I couldn't send him down last time," You Wuming lowered his head and smiled darkly, "This time, I have to work harder."
Seeing the confident You Wuming, Sang Yuan's mind suddenly flashed.
She felt that some clues were slowly connected together.
Her eyes gradually stagnated.
The female emperor Jiang Yanji gave birth to a child and was once a person with no cultivation. Together with Huangfujun, she conspired with Mr. Ming in the gorge and captured the father and son.
Later, when Mr. Ming died, Jiang Yanji stepped onto Tongtian Road and became the most supreme woman in the eighteen states of the cloud.
Therefore, Jiang Yanji's peerless cultivation... was taken from Mr. Ming!
Mr. Ming, Ming, Ming.
He is the Underworld!
Sang Yuan shivered suddenly.
In my mind, the words he had said to her meaningfully on the day when I first saw You Wuming came up abruptly—
"Mr. Sang. Here's the rule for me. One life for another. It's simple and fair, right? Do you like it?"
One life for another.
No wonder, his tone is so strange.
He is the little boy, he is the blood of Mr. Ming and Jiang Yanji. He is also the Underworld!
You Wuming noticed the change in Sang Yuan's expression.
He leaned forward and put a big cold hand on her cheek.
"Little Sangguo, have you discovered another secret of me?"
His slender body leaned over the tea table, put his face in front of her, breathed, and his voice was low and charming.
"Do you want my self-cultivation? Captivate me and let me die for you willingly. My life, everything about me, is yours. Little Sangguo, do you want it? Huh?"
Sang raised his eyes far away and ran into his eyes.
The pitch-black pupils are like the deep sea, extremely dangerous, and there seems to be a dark star flashing and rotating under the eyes.
This is the power of the blood of the witch race!
The last time she was next to the sacrifice pit where she was sacrificed, she was shocked by the impact of blood and energy. Later, when she saw Shuang'er perform this trick on him with her own eyes, she had already built a line of defense in her subconscious—just like she would produce antibodies after being invaded by a virus.
She was defensive, and her mood was calm at the moment, so she was not deceived.
She stared at him blankly. He is both the Underworld and the Witch...
Under the cruel and crazy shell, there was such a secret hidden. He is the Tang Seng who walks among the demons and ghosts, carefully hiding his robes.
At this moment, Sang caught a glimpse of the fragility in his eyes for a short time. It seems that the most brutal temptation, in fact, he is also desperate.
If even she was the female monster who coveted him, then he would definitely abandon humanity just like in the book, step into the abyss without hesitation, and never look back.
Suddenly there was compassion in her heart.
She slowly raised her face and gently kissed his fragile and lonely lips.
For the first time, she proactively knocked away his slightly pointed teeth.
He stiffly avoided.
She pressed each other step by step.
He held his breath, opened his eyes wide, the dark star in his eyes disappeared, and his body shuddered unconsciously.
What is she doing!
He hid subconsciously, but he didn't know when she was caught by the back of his neck.
The fresh and soft fragrance of flowers and fruits lingered in his mouth, and that little clove, cool and strange, seemed to scratch his heart, giving him a feeling he had never experienced before.
At this moment, he felt as if he was also poisoned, and he couldn't make it out of his body without a trace of strength.
The wonderful time is fleeting.
The blindfolded woman withdrew a little, her cheeks flushed, panting slightly, and put her forehead against his chin.
He was still frozen, motionless.
"So many times, haven't I been able to teach you?" She raised her face, pursing her ruddy lips, and groaned him.
You Wuming took a sharp breath and panted loudly.
Only then did he realize that his lungs were about to explode after holding his breath for a long time.
For a long while, he stared at her bitterly, and said, "Little Sangguo, you are done. Do you think I will let you go."
She smiled shyly: "You Wuming, is it just me that you want? Or is it Sangzhou behind me?"
He opened his eyes without thinking: "What do you think, Xiao Sang Guo, I am not Han Shaoling, of course I want you! What Sangzhou do I want!"
She bent her eyes: "So all I want is you. You Wuming, you are alone, can you still have the whole Sangzhou amazing? You don't want Sangzhou, but me! What am I? It's not the same. What I want your cultivation base to do, of course I want you!"
You Wuming stared at her blankly, his black eyes rolled around, then around again.
It seems, completely irrefutable.
Although he didn't think he was not as good as Sangzhou as a whole, the truth was the same and there was no big problem.
If she talked about feelings with him, he could still be suspicious, but she was so reasonable, but all the doubts in his heart were dispelled at once.
He straightened his body abruptly, shocking her.
"Little Sangguo, the person you hate, I'll kill it for you!" He smiled happily.
Sang Yuanyuan was startled: "Hey?"
"Meng Wuyou," he squinted slyly, "the first one to meet, I can see that you hate that fake."
As he said, he had crossed the tea table gently and skillfully, and strode outward.
Sang Yuan hurriedly stopped him: "Han Shaoling's guard is by her side!"
You Wuming turned a small half of his face coolly, and gestured her to sit back on the wooden chair behind her with a finger.
He said: "So you stay here, don't drag me down. I'll be back right away."
Sang bit his lower lip far away and sat back.
She is not at all sad about dreams. The mother and arrogance of this woman no longer know how many people have been killed. If she had to change her life, she would not have dozens of heads long enough to slash.
Besides, Han Shaoling and You Wuming are dead enemies. Meng Wuyou's chance will surely become a sharp arrow at You Wuming in the future.
If you can kill Meng Wuyou here, that would be the best! Once she died, even if Han Shaoling could survive this serious injury, he would still die of love.
Kill the dream without worries, Baili is harmless.
Sang Yuanyuan was just a little worried about You Wuming. He was wounded after all.
When I was thinking secretly, I saw the vines moving, and the voice of Dream Wuyou came out again—
"Han Wu, Han Ba, you guys go to the teahouse and guard, I want to be alone. It's safe here, nothing will happen."
Sang Yuan's heart beat abruptly.
At this time, Meng Wuyou actually dismissed the guards around him? Could it be that the demon Lord Godsuke
Sang Yuanyuan let out a breath, his hands clenched together unconsciously. She felt a little nervous.
After a while, Meng Wuyou's voice came clearly—
"Thank you, foster father!"
"No," a slightly feminine male said, "Ye Chang has many dreams, so go back to Hanzhou as soon as possible. In fact, why do you have to be soft-hearted and talk nonsense with Ning Hong. It's over if you take it away."
"Well, it's a life, after all, he must be willing to do it." Meng Wuyou's voice was full of joy, "Worryer had no parents since he was a child. Fortunately, he met his adoptive father. He is already grateful for God's kindness. I didn’t expect that my adoptive father could help me find the Underworld this time. I don’t know how to repay this kindness. The foster father! You’er is so lucky!”
Sang Yuanyuan took a long breath slowly.
Foster father? In the book, Meng Wuyou does have a foster father!
Just like all the heroines of Mary Su who lost her parents, Meng Wuyou somehow met a powerful elder. He regarded her as a daughter, cared for her and helped her unconditionally. When the plot developed to the middle and late stages, this' The ordinary' elder dropped his vest.
It turned out that this foster father had a very powerful identity.
He is the king of Dongzhou, Huangfujun.
Huangfujun!
Meng Wuyou supported the guard to see Huangfujun!
Sang Yuanyuan felt like a drum, and hurriedly rushed towards the door.
The slightly feminine male voice said displeasedly: "You'er, I still advise you to think carefully. I will tell you the news that Ning Hong is a Ming clan, hoping that you will use him to heal the wounds on your face. , Not for that stinky boy Han Shaoling! Heh, he treats you like this, are you still committed to it?"
Meng Wuyou said: "He hates me for lying to him, so he treats me like this. He didn't mean it, he just misunderstood me. Actually, I didn't intentionally hide it. I didn't really know that I was a lover... But It doesn't matter, the misunderstanding will always be solved. I saved him, and he will be good to me in the future! Foster father, don't you believe my vision!"
Sang was far away in a cold sweat.
Meng Wuyou and Huangfujun are together!
You must stop You Wuming! immediately!
He is not healed from a serious injury, and it is impossible to beat Huangfujun.
She felt ringing in her ears, and the ground under her feet seemed to become soft cotton balls, one foot deep and the other shallow.
She heard the sound of blood running wildly in her body.
She seemed to see the faint end of the book.
Knowing the past, how could she bear to watch the vengeful son fall in Huangfujun's hands
Sang rushed out of the wing far away.
This is the second floor, and the antique wooden corridors circled around. She rushed to the corridor, hurriedly scanning the audience, and settled in a carved wooden door with a hole.
There is a screen covering the door, and Sang sees a corner of his clothes from a distance, just bypassing the screen and stepping into the room. It is You Wuming!
Sang Yuanyuan trembled all over, and she ran over with all her strength, almost swept out an afterimage.
Vines are also climbing on the porch.
She heard the surprised voice of Meng Wuyou—
"Who are you? What are you doing in here?"