Sang was far from nervous.
She hadn't seen this doll for a long time since the last time I was in Kyoto.
Its appearance is still full of evil spirits.
Probably because of its preparation to kill people, at this moment, its whole body is filled with black mist-it is of wood, but its wood spirit is significantly different from that of ordinary people. The wood spirit of ordinary people is full of vitality, showing a transparent blue-green color, while its spirit is dark in the green, like wood that has been dead for a long time.
Eerie and weird. Wandering between yin and yang.
The doll uncovered the tiles and got into the house. After a while, a small hand poked out and closed the tile with his backhand.
Sang looked around from afar, and didn't find the Wuming figure—when this man was lurking in his heart, he was like a ghost shadow, and with her current small strength, he could not be found at all.
Maybe he has escaped to the house and took the puppet.
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, and threw a big flower in the gap between the side wall of the main house and the courtyard wall.
Lingyun vines climbed along the wall to the roof, climbed the edge of the tiles, and sneaked into the house.
Behind the door stood a well-deserved landscape shielding screen, and a tall figure was faintly reflected on the translucent screen, that is, Lu Lecheng standing at the door of the main house.
Sang looked around from afar, and through the light of the spiritual cloud, he didn't see the even or faint trace of Wuming.
In front of the bed, there is another slightly smaller lady's screen, covering most of the bed behind.
Sang Yuan controlled the Lingyun vine to hang down from the roof, hooked a corner of the screen, and stuck out the tip.
Glancing attentively, Sang was far from amazed, and sighed secretly that this surname Lu is really nothing!
On the bed, there was another woman with disheveled clothes lying down, her red mouth was pursed at the moment, playing with her nails very unhappily.
Just listen to the door squeaking and closing, and the man's footsteps sounded in the room.
It was Lu Lecheng, who was deceived and deceived his life, who came back.
He walked around the screen, threw the white robe he was draped on to the ground, strode to the side of the bed, flopped, wrapped the woman on the bed in his arms, and yelled obediently.
"Why is she so annoying!" The woman pushed him away displeased, "Come the day before yesterday, come yesterday, come today! Didn't you promise that this Min Banxiang will never pester you again! She comes again, you won't beat her It's over!"
"Who makes your man so attractive?" Lu Lecheng rushed to her, squeezed her wrist, and said meaningfully, "Rou Niang, don't you worry at all, I will treat you as right someday. Is she so unfeeling? Huh? If I beat her and scold her, will she still look like a man? If I'm that kind of person, then you won't love me, will you?"
"Cut," the woman said with eyes wavy, "How can a woman like Min Banxiang compare to me? Lu Lang, you dumped her and chose me. That's because you have the foresight!"
Lu Lecheng smirked: "Yes, my Rou Niang is number one in the world! Rou Niang, in case that Min Banxiang can't figure it out, and really did something stupid, if her family makes trouble for me, you have to do it for you. Good Langjun, I will testify-it is her own wishful thinking that haunts me, it has nothing to do with me."
The woman said: "Huh, she can't help herself. She doesn't want to think, is she worthy of a man like Lu Lang! He wants to eat swan meat, and he deserves it if he died!"
Lu Lecheng laughed: "Yes, it deserves it!"
After all, he acted mercilessly.
On the roof beam, an expressionless face slowly emerged.
Sang Yuanyuan moved his mind and looked up.
I saw a pale little face poking out from the edge of the dark room beam, eerie and eerie, the string of amber rosary hanging on the neck lightly tapping on the wooden beam.
"Tuk, Tuk."
On the bed, the man was moving hard, and the woman squinted her misty eyes, and gradually followed the voice to the beam...
I retracted behind the wooden beam.
After a while, a small hand stretched out and'swish' back a small piece of clothing hanging on the edge of the wooden beam.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." How come this action looks a little cute
The affair couple didn't even know that they had been spotted by Yan Luo, the two of them yelled and rolled into a pile on the bedding.
Sang controlled the Lingyun vine far away and climbed up the beam along the wooden pillar—her mind could only be concentrated on the tip of the vine.
At the junction of the column and the beam, the tail of the snake-like fine vine quietly squinted and climbed up the beam! Coincidentally, the doll happened to crawl over with both hands and feet, and a vine, and suddenly looked in the opposite direction!
Shuangshuang was taken aback!
Lingyun Teng suddenly shrank back and went around twice. Ou opened his mouth wide, his body fell backwards, and his big black eyes stared into copper bells.
At this moment, it is kneeling on the beam with its two small hands supporting the beam. In this posture, it is like another short-lived one.
The two'people' stared with big eyes and small eyes, and both screamed silently.
Not far away, there was a very light sneer.
Fuji and Ou slowly turned their heads together.
Seeing a black man crouching on another beam like a bat.
You Wuming seemed to be smiling but not smiling, squinting at this Ou Yiteng.
I was stunned for a moment, and immediately, the black silk that looked soft and supple was "brushed" and stood up behind his head. It used its hands and feet together, backed up, and fled out.
The action was very fast, and his little hands and feet were waving desperately, just like a spider running away.
A sneer hung on the corner of You Wuming’s lips, followed closely, like a life-threatening shadow, chasing I, passing over the beam, in the blink of an eye, two figures, one large and one small, passed by the door. The landscape screens only left shadows of chasing and fleeing on the translucent screens.
Sang stretched out the vine far away, realizing that he could not keep up with the two of them, so he simply withdrew the flowers and vines, and looked out from the treetops.
Seeing You Wuming stepped out of the main house, he easily caught up with Ou. He sneered, and with a neat gesture, he grabbed Ou in his hand.
He stood upright lazily, holding a small wooden leg of the doll with one hand, letting it win and earn in his hands like a fish.
The corners of its mouth grin down, small fangs are baring, and its dark eyes are fierce and sad, and it waved its two arms, and its body was dark mist.
You Wuming sneered at the corners of her lips, raised her hand, took off the doll's arm, and then flung it around.
The puppet with a broken arm was like a rattle, with two arms hitting the chest and back with two arms, which looked very pitiful.
Sang hugged the tree trunk and slid down, fell into the courtyard, and walked quickly to You Wuming's side.
"Don't bully it..."
Before she finished her words, she saw the frantically struggling puppet bend her waist, and slapped her hand in a mouthful.
Heartache.
Both of them were stunned.
Sang looked down from afar, and saw fierce light in the doll's dark eyes, which looked pitiful, aggrieved and angry.
He bitterly, he squeezed again, and its strength was reduced a lot.
Sang Yuanyuan immediately flattened his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and his eyes flushed quickly.
More aggrieved, pitiful and angry than it! A hundred times!
You Wuming and Ou were shocked.
It let go of its mouth, stuck out its small wooden tongue, and licked her wound. He raised his eyes and saw that she was still wronged, so he reached out the small log and licked again.
The black eyes were shocked.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
You Wuming slowly lowered his head, his gaze fell on the tooth marks on the back of Sang Yuan's hand, his expression was extremely sullen, and his phalanx snapped his fists.
"Don't, don't hurt it!" She held his hand, "You took off its arm, of course it will be angry."
Upon hearing this, the doll suddenly turned into a completely crying face.
She took it and put it on the ground.
Knowing that it was impossible for the doll to escape from You Wuming's hands, she spread out her two small legs obediently and sat with her waist down.
Sang carefully pulled away the cassock-like robe on it, and saw that it had broken its arm, leaving only a blue-black tendon connecting the body and the broken arm.
She picked up the little arm and brought it back to the wound.
As soon as he loosened his hand, his arm fell again.
The doll's mouth was flattened into a curved line, and the corners of his eyes were hanging down, without even looking at You Wuming.
"What to do?" She raised her head and asked You Wuming.
You Wuming sneered: "It deserves it."
Sang heard some movement from the house far away.
It came to be that the cheating couple heard a voice in the yard, and were about to dress and come out for inspection.
"Go first?" she asked.
You Wuming waved his hand and walked slowly towards the main house.
The doll secretly glanced at his back.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that this was a good opportunity for parenting, so he strained his face and said to the doll solemnly: "The people in Youzhou are all his people. If you want to kill, you can only kill him. You find out. If you are a bad guy, you should tell him and let him handle it—he is the boss here! Remember?"
The doll raised her face blankly, looked at her for a moment, and nodded honestly.
She once again held up the small wooden arm of the doll and put it back in place.
The arm fell again.
The doll lowered its big eyes and looked at the broken arm. It looked like aggrieved and aggrieved.
Sang Yuan looked at this little crying bag, only to feel a strange distress in his heart, as if some power was about to move.
After thinking for a moment, she gathered all her energy, fixed her eyes on the interface of the broken arm, and said: "Pansies!"
The strange impulse in my heart seemed to have found an outlet for catharsis, and the spirit was full of energy and gathered towards the doll.
I saw a small purple butterfly-shaped flower suddenly appeared on the small shoulder of the doll, one wing clasped its arm, and the other wing clasped its shoulder.
The pansy's wings closed, and the doll's arm was nailed back to the body.
Sang Yuan's eyes lit up.
After a moment of concentration, she continued to recruit the next butterfly flower.
Soon, the little purple butterfly in a circle took the doll's left arm back, closely fitting.
The doll moved his arms in surprise, turned his head to look at the beautiful pansies, and his dark eyes gradually lit up with joy.
"There is another side."
She just held up the doll's right arm, and suddenly heard a squeak, and Lu Lecheng's low-magnetic male voice sounded—
"Who are you! Dare to break into a private house!"
Sang Yuanyuan and Ou turned their heads and looked around.
I saw You Wuming had walked under the eaves, and stood face to face with Lu Lecheng.
The tall and handsome Lu Lecheng, standing with You Wuming, immediately exuded a strong masculine temperament.
Sure enough, people are more popular than people.
"Don't recognize me?" You Wuming tilted his head.
Lu Lecheng really didn't recognize him.
You Wuming has been fighting all the year round, and ordinary people don’t have much chance to get a glimpse of the true face. This road is a little different from ordinary people. Since knowing about people, he indulged in the flowers, full of eyes just thinking about how to treat the girl. The family lied to him, and he was indifferent to the things next to him.
It's normal if you don't recognize You Wuming.
"Why should I recognize you?" Lu Lecheng narrowed his eyes, "Could it be... You are here to find Rou Niang?"
When a man ran into his yard, all he could think of was that he was jealous.
"Who is it?"
The woman in the room poked her head out, saw the appearance of You Wuming, and was immediately stunned.
"This, this gentleman, I seem to have seen it in a dream... You, are you here to find me?"
Whenever the lord triumphantly, there will always be many women with spring squeeze into the street, look at him from a distance, and have a dream. This woman once saw You Wuming's true face from a distance, and she felt very familiar when she saw him at the moment, but it was a pity that with her a hundred heads and courage, she could not think that the man in front of her was actually the lord of the Youzhou.
Although he doesn't know his identity, but with such a face and temperament, one can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.
The woman ignored the disheveled clothes and squeezed out from Lu Lecheng: "Lang Jun, what's the matter with me, come to my house and speak slowly?"
You Wuming shook his shoulder in fright.
He smiled darkly, and turned his head to look at Lu Lecheng: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. Aren't you happy just now? Then, be happy to die."
The voice was weird and ethereal.
After fluttering a word, You Wuming jumped off the steps like avoiding the plague.
The woman named Rou Niang couldn't help holding up the skirt, trying to chase You Wuming.
Lu Lecheng's arm was suddenly grabbed.
She looked back and saw that Lu Lecheng looked as if he had been caught in an evil spirit, with two eyeballs spinning rapidly in his eye sockets, a few dull stars flickering crazily in the depths of his pupils, and his expression was completely out of control.
"Happy to death... Happy to death..."
His lips twitched, and he held her arm tightly, dragging her into the house like a dead object.
Rou Niang was taken aback, knowing that she was not good, and she began to twist and struggle, but Lu Lecheng's big palms gripped her like iron tongs. Unless she was able to break her wrist, she would definitely not be able to break free.
He was not moved by letting her beat, scold, or pinch. He dragged her into the house straight and slammed the door with a bang.
Lu Lecheng is a witch.
After getting tired of those women, he mobilized the blood power of the Witch Clan to induce them to commit suicide.
You Wuming has blood to suppress the Wu Clan. Once the order was given, Lu Lecheng would obey unconditionally until he died.
As for whether this woman named Rou Niang is alive or dead by then, it is completely out of the scope of You Wuming's consideration.
He came back lazily.
His gaze paused at the broken arm of the doll, and then lifted slightly.
I saw his Guo and his head leaning forward, continuing the right arm. One person and one pair looked at each other, then both looked at the newly planted purple iris at the broken arm, and then looked at each other and smiled, with a faint light on both faces.
Sting You Wuming squinted his eyes.
"What are you doing?" He grabbed one person and one puppet one by one.
"Butterfly!" Sang Yuanyuan quickly labeled her new flower species.
You Wuming held the puppet with one hand, and took a look in front of him.
Then'Puff' chuckled and said, "What? It's obviously a winged moth flower."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Instinctively told her that this dog man was shooting himself in the foot.
"Resolved?" She glanced at him, "The Min Banxiang who was induced by Lu Lecheng to commit suicide just now, do you want to save it?"
You Wuming raised his chin toward the room: "When Lu Lecheng died, the control was lifted."
"Will it be too late?" Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself, it may take a while to die.
You Wuming embraced her shoulders with one hand, and grabbed the puppet with the other, and strode out: "Yesterday's Min Banxiang may be today's Rouniang. Life or death depends on fate."
Sang Yuan thought for a moment and nodded softly.
In just six months, this success has killed three women. Seeing that Min Banxiang is pitiful today, who knows when the last woman died, was she as proud as today's Rou Niang
As the king of a country, You Wuming cannot find out every case and every doubt in his territory. He can only determine a set of guidelines, and then follow this set of guidelines from top to bottom. Come and act.
In Youzhou, he is the boss, and he is in charge.
She quietly put out her arms and wrapped her around his waist.
Unexpectedly, a small hand reached out quietly and grabbed a finger of her.
She slowly turned her head to look, and saw that this puppet also slowly lowered her head and blinked at her.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
You Wuming paused, his eyes drifting behind him.
Sang Yuanyuan and Ou regained their hands with a tacit'brush'.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why should I have a guilty conscience? !
…
You Wuming wrapped the puppet with a piece of cloth and hung it under his short-lived belly.
"Little Sangguo." He gritted his teeth. "Stay away from it. It's not a good thing."
Sang Yuanyuan: "... You Wuming, are you jealous of it?"
He smiled disdainfully, turned his head, and whispered to Duansheng: "I? I'm jealous with a wood? Duansheng, tell me, Xiao Sangguo is crazy! Hey, a man like me, just take it. Little Sangguo is so fascinated that she needs to be jealous?"
Short-lived: "..." I'm just a dog who can't understand people.
Two people, one puppet and one dog soon returned to the city.
The Shadow Guards had carefully searched and found nothing unusual in the residences of the two dead Shadow Guards.
"I saw no small mulberry fruit," You Wuming leaned over her ears, "It, has not cleared the suspicion, stay away from it, have you heard?"
"Hmm." She nodded.
She felt that his expression was a little bit hard to express.
In fact, anyone can think that, as the elite of his side, the shadow guard, even if he really committed a mortal crime, he would never be easily turned over to the handle.
But if these two ghost guards have done anything, I must know where the evidence is, so...
You Wuming raised his face arrogantly: "Little Sangguo, you go back and wash it up and wait for me. I'm going out to do something irrelevant, and I'll be back soon."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." If he hadn't taken the occasion to get the evidence, she would write the word Sang upside down!
As expected, You Wuming pretended to flip under the short-lived belly for a while, and then took the puppet away.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She was 100% sure that even if evidence was found, he would definitely not tell her, but let Ou be a'suspect' all the time.
Oh, man, I've seen it through.
After solving the doll's affairs, a thick cloud seemed to be lifted from my heart.
She wandered around and went to his study.
She had to go over and take a look at Qin Yuchi's testimony. Intuition tells her that Qin Yuchi's testimony probably hides the truth about her soul passing through another world!
On the way, all the guards and waiters met were kind and respectful to her, and their attitude was not much different from when they met You Wuming. No matter where she went, no one would stop her.
Sang Yuan's heart felt warm again—this was obviously a lifeless arrangement. He is really a very careful person, and he will handle all aspects very thoughtfully.
Sang Yuanyuan came to the study soon.
Two shadow guards guarded the entrance of the study. Seeing her coming, the two smiled and helped her to open the door of the study, as if the black shop was finally looking forward to a visitor.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
When I entered the study room, I saw a document with gold rim placed upright on the desk. When I looked at the bottom of the right side, it was actually tattooed with the words'Huangfu'.
It should be Huangfuxiong's paperwork for spending money to redeem those thousands of cavalry.
Sang Yuanyuan picked it up with great interest.
She remembered that You Wuming’s price was one person and one bucket of gold—the elite soldiers of the state and country were only worth the starting price of the prostitute of the Clam Girl Fairy. You Wuming felt that the price she offered was already very, very low, and they were all somewhat low. Sorry for the captured Dongzhou soldiers, he was still a little unwilling, but Sang Yuanyuan persuaded him.
No matter how much it is, it will be over, and business will definitely not be negotiated.
Sure enough, she was more wiser. Offer the right price and reduce the effort of bargaining. No, in just a few days, the sale will be completed, right
She took a seat in the huge black wooden armchair and opened the papers leisurely.
Looking at it, his face gradually changed.
After a while, she put the paperwork in her hand in a daze, held her forehead and laughed.
Huangfuxiong was actually convinced by You Wuming!
He didn’t make a counteroffer at all. According to the entire army, eight thousand heads, gold was offered, and in the document he asked You Wuming whether he looked down on Huang Fuxiong and felt that his life was worthless—he added more. He bought two thousand sets of Qinzhou’s finest spirit armor, claiming to be his Huangfuxiong's worth.
Finally, he added a special sentence, his Huangfuxiong spent money to buy his life, and it was clear between You Wuming and You Wuming. If You Wuming fell into his hands next time, he would never spare his life!
After reading this golden and heavy document, Sang Yuan's mood became even more beautiful.
She looked around.
This big black wooden chair is just right for You Wuming to sit. She sits on it, like a young emperor sitting on a dragon chair, empty.
He looked lean, and he turned out to be so much older than her!
"You Wuming..."
She whispered, lowered her head and smiled, then picked up the Qin Yuchi's testimony.
A few fluttering pages of paper.
Sang took a deep breath and opened it slowly.