You Wuming and Sang Bujin cleared the southern boundary of Baizhou and the northern boundary of Baizhou, and finally rendezvous under the Baizhou King City.
Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask You Wuming—who did he pass through and saw the conspiracy of the Temple of Heaven to support Han and Meng
Just as he was about to ask him, suddenly a group of Luan sedan chairs hurriedly came out of the king's city.
The two plump and white sisters of the Bai family walked down the sedan chair, Yingying moved to the front of Sang Bujin and You Wuming, and worshipped it as a Jiaohua Zhaoshui.
"Thank you Youzhou King and Sang Shizi for their help. The father set up a banquet in the palace. Please take a second step and have a drink." The voice was tender and trembling, making the scalp numb.
As soon as the beautiful eyes lifted, one stared at Sang Bujin, and the other stared at You Wuming. The waves in his eyes could illuminate the shadows, but the eyes were slightly red. I really felt pity.
As soon as Sang Bujin bowed her hand in a salute, the big white queen went straight forward and took his arm, pressed her body forward, stuck him, and hugged his arm tightly in front of her.
If he wants to take his arm away, he will inevitably wipe the rough waves.
Sangbu jumped with blue veins near his forehead, and his whole body was stiff like a piece of wood.
Which one is this play? How about the reserved arrogance of the royal family
I really can’t blame him for being careless, because since ancient times, I’ve never seen any prince and daughter who would take the initiative to stick to a man—like Qin Wushuang’s act of offering Jinbei and sticking to Han Shaoling, he had to be laughed at for many years. Not to mention just sticking upside down directly with the body like this right now.
When Sang Bujin recovered his male body, he was a bashful temper. Facing the offensive of the Great White Queen, he was dumbfounded for a while, and didn't know how to react.
You Wuming squinted her eyes and looked wary. When the little white queen came up, she flashed backwards incomparably sensitively, asking her to take a break.
Fortunately, there is a lesson from the past!
The little white queen missed a hit, and she stepped forward quickly, still trying to grab You Wuming's hand, acting eagerly like a hungry wolf pounding for food.
You Wuming lifted his eyes, supported his short-lived back with one hand, and floated to the other side, avoiding this tender claw.
Looking at the poor Sang Bu approach again, I saw that the Great White Queen succeeded in one blow, immediately consolidating the results, and pressing the entire soft body against him. Sang Buqin was slender and affixed by the plump big white queen, immediately like a small group of thin pork belly wrapped in big white oil.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Poor Sang Bujin had already numb his claws completely, and he didn't know what to do.
Seeing that her sister had successfully won Sang Bujin, Xiao Bai Wangnu was anxious, and she hurriedly walked around behind Yu Wuming, still trying to pull You Wuming.
Short-lived tossing his furry head, he let out a long and loud fart at the little white queen without mercy.
The little white queen whose hair was messed up by the fart wind: "..."
You Wuming was full of disgust, and he bent a finger and tapped it twice: "Dare to bring the odor over, your life is gone."
Xiao Bai Wang's eye circles were even more red, and she was about to cry when she looked at it.
Sang Yuanyuan slowly narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the second woman again.
At Han Shaoling's birthday banquet, she and these two girls were also considered to be "friends". The two are mean, broken mouth, brainless, and very arrogant. They fell in love with Han Shaoling, and Baba wanted to be a little lady for him, and secretly discussed giving him medicine and then delivered it to the door. But even so, the two girls are invisible on the surface, and they are full of shelves.
Today's behavior is really abnormal.
There must be demon abnormalities.
If it was said that Baizhou was trembling by the underworld and could not wait to find a backer, that would not be totally unreasonable, but even so, she shouldn't have posted it like this.
It's like being coerced.
She remained silent, and gave You Wuming a glance.
You Wuming understood it, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Isn't it just drinking? Just go."
As soon as these words were said, Er Bai and Xiao Er Bai immediately smiled unconsciously as if they were relieved.
Sang Yuanyuan asked leisurely: "How well is the king of Baizhou and the son?"
The two white princes and daughters immediately looked terrified, and the great white prince pulled out a dry smile: "Because of this evil, my father and brother are exhausted, their hair has fallen a lot, and their bodies are unharmed."
It's a lie at the first sight. There must be something wrong with the Bai royal family.
Sang Yuanyuan quickly began to think-even if the previous incident revealed flaws, Jiang Yanji could be sure that Jiang Shisan’s army was killed by You Wuming, and if you wanted to attack him, it would never be possible to pass through Jiang and Jiang overnight. Feng Erzhou, kill the Baizhou King Capital to arrange such a game.
Huangfujun went to Yunzhou and traveled far and wide.
So who else has the ability to hijack the Baizhou royal family and draw himself into the urn
No matter how weak Baizhou is, Wangcheng does not mean that it can be broken through. The White King was calm and the waves were calm, and it didn't look like it had been swept through by an army. Therefore, the opponent entered the royal city openly and approached the royal family at close range. Suddenly, he attacked and took the hostages.
The answer is ready to come.
"Is it here?" You Wuming muttered softly, his white teeth grind twice unconsciously.
Sang Yuan said in a low voice: "The other party is prepared, I'm afraid it will kill every step."
It is impossible for the heavy cavalry from You and Sang states to directly enter the capital of Baizhou in this way. If the opponent threatened the life of the Baizhou King and asked the Baizhou Forbidden Army to take action against the You Wuming three, it would not be so easy to kill them.
Knowing it is a trap, can you jump or not
You Wuming grabbed Sang Yuanyuan, jumped off his short-lived back, slanted his long eyes, and glanced at the short-lived puppet.
"Since the Baizhou King sincerely invites the invitation, it seems impolite to go to the banquet with the armor of the sword." You Wuming said lazily, took off the armor on his body, threw it on the short life's back, took off the knife, and handed it to the entourage. Guards, let them take the short-lived away.
The two white princes breathed a sigh of relief again, and looked at each other, quite relieved.
Sang Yuanyuan knew that You Wuming's appearance was ready to kill. I can clean up the killer ambush beside the temple, if the other party wants to do something, You Wuming doesn't mind letting the blood flow from the banquet.
Sang Bujin, who was holding his arms tightly by the Great White Queen, obviously noticed the abnormality. He wrinkled two delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and looked at Sang Yuan hesitantly.
"Hey, my brother-in-law is bloodstained and embarrassed. Let's go and change clothes first. How about I and Sang Guo first?" You Wuming asked casually.
The two white princes looked at each other and nodded: "King Youzhou, Queen Sang, please—"
This time Sang was far sure, and the target was indeed the two of them!
"Little girl..." Sang Bujin, who was ruthlessly abandoned by the Da Bai Wang Nu, looked a little messy.
Sang turned his head far, and blinked his right eye slyly at him.
Sang Bujin looked at You Wuming, only to see this nasty brother-in-law raised his long eyebrows lightly, his lips curled in an impatience arc, and tilted his head towards him.
Sang Bujin: "..." I understand, this is for him to lead soldiers outside and prepare to respond.
There are 20,000 cavalrymen in Sangzhou, plus the six thousand elite profound armored heavy cavalry in Youzhou, so you are not afraid to start.
He frowned his delicate eyebrows and watched You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan follow the White Queen into the White King City.
The overall feeling of Baizhou's architectural style is soft. The fortification is made of a white stone that looks like tofu, with creamy yellow markings on it.
Sang was very vigilant at a distance of 120,000 points, watching the palace and the guards all the way, but he didn't see any abnormalities.
The underworld can't get close to the king's city, and the years here are quiet. The patrolling imperial army was orderly. If the two white queens hadn't been too eager, I am afraid that even Sang would not even realize what happened here.
Entering the main hall, they saw King Baizhou and Bai Shizi standing up from the desk, and paying the royal family meeting ceremony in an upright manner.
This banquet is completely different from the arrogant frame in the imagination.
There were only eight seats in the huge palace. The surrounding area was empty, and I couldn't see the appearance of setting it up.
Sang looked at him quietly, and saw an exceptionally elegant scholar. His rank is just below the Bai Shizi, wearing a lotus-colored gown, and his gestures are quite elegant.
Just him? one person
You Wuming led Sang Yuanyuan and walked to the opposite side of the Baizhou King and took a seat.
"You don't have to wait for my elder brother." You Wuming glanced at the empty desk, knocked on the desk honestly and said, "King Baizhou, it's time to have a banquet."
Just to say something bluntly, I want to poison, please be more numb.
Wang Baizhou didn't say a word, and after giving the ceremony, he sat straight behind the desk, pursing his lips, his brows and eyes were full of irritability and humiliation.
There is no meaning to speak at all.
The atmosphere is strange and embarrassing.
Xiaobai Wangnv stepped forward and bowed to the lotus-clothed scribe Yingying: "Master Shengzi, the King Youzhou and the King Sang have arrived, you see..."
Son.
Hearing that, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan turned their gazes to the elegant scholar.
His facial features are extremely dusty, like a landscape painting covered by clouds, and when his lips move, it seems that there are flowers blooming at the corners of his lips. The whole person is extremely elegant, but there is a kind of unspeakable nobleness.
What a young, beautiful and temperament Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven.
He said gently: "The King of Youzhou has worked very hard along the way, and he also asked the King of Baizhou to perform a song and dance to show his heart."
This is truly absurd.
Since ancient times, I have never heard of a house where the lord personally sings and dances for the guests. What is it like
You Wuming paused slightly with his fingers knocking on the table.
Surprisingly, King Baizhou, who had a gloomy face, got up from behind the table without any objection, walked into the hall, and sang and jumped up.
The singing voice of King Baizhou is better than expected, and there is no lack of tone. On the contrary, it is quite decent. The dancing posture is also OK, there is no tactics, but it is not ugly.
Such a state banquet has always been solemn and solemn, and it is absolutely impossible for a singing and dancing girl to set foot. The prince of a country who was supposed to sit upright, actually went out in person and sang and danced all alone, so embarrassed and embarrassed.
An unspeakable sense of suffocation and pressure enveloped the entire hall, and the atmosphere broke through the sky.
The eyes of the two white queens were red, and tears fell.
Bai Shizi stayed behind the desk like a quail from beginning to end, wishing to become a transparent person.
The Holy Child of Temple of Heaven took the lead and applauded: "Good! Good!"
You Wuming lazily raised his hands and patted twice.
After the singing and dancing, King Baizhou sat back at the case table, his expression remained unchanged. Come to think of it, this is not the first time he has'performed'.
The Saint of the Temple of Heaven slowly cast his gaze to Bai Shizi: "Next..."
The great white queen cried out with a "wow": "Don't insult my father and brother anymore! I can do whatever I want! Please let my father and brother go!"
King Baizhou trembling with his hands, pressed him on the desk, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't ask for this despicable villain! Either you will kill me, or I will break you to pieces!"
The son was not at all annoyed, and smiled very warmly: "The Baizhou King is boring, singing and dancing are just a way of expressing emotions, not lowly and mean."
The king of Baizhou gritted his teeth: "Yun Zhizhuo... You will regret what you did today!"
Son of the Temple of Heaven surnamed Yun? !
"Yun Zhizhuo..." Sang Yuanyuan thought to himself, his surname is Yun, does it have anything to do with himself and the son of Yun surnamed Yun
This person looks only in his early twenties. If the person at the ceremony was him, it meant that he was a master above the Lingyao realm-when his cultivation level reached the Lingyao realm, he would be able to grow old.
It's just that, I don't know how this person threatened Baizhou Wang's family? It is easy to kill, but it is not something that can be done with the threat of life if the lord of a state wants to sing and dance in the temple.
Sang looked at this Yun Zhizhuo far and away calmly.
There is always a modest smile on his face, and no emotions can be seen.
"Tsk," You Wuming impatiently threw the empty candlestick on the desk, "I don't have any food and drink, and I have to listen to people arguing, it's boring!"
Yun Zhizhuo smiled slightly: "The King of Youzhou is not anxious. It will be interesting soon."
"Then you are poisoning." You Wuming was serious.
"Ah," Yun Zhizhuo was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I was negligent, and forgot to tell the two-it's over. If you don't believe it, the two will try to get the spiritual accumulation in the body, and you will know after a try. "
Sang Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed by his sincere look.
She tried to adjust the spiritual accumulation in the body.
I immediately discovered an amazing thing—just like when I was poisoned by the Golden Underworld Snow Moth in the Ice Mist Valley, the spiritual accumulation in the body was covered with round and dim light spots, and the spiritual accumulation in the body was heavy. Dormant, no longer obeyed.
"When was the poison taken?" Sang was far from surprised.
Yun Zhizhuo smiled modestly: "In fact, it's not poison, but there is something wrong with the incense burner under the desk. Princess Sang, you haven't seen you in six years. Your demeanor is better than ever, but you are as calm and indifferent as before. It is admirable. ."
Six years ago, it was him!
She controlled her expression, did not show any strange colors, and only asked faintly: "If we don't come to the banquet, what are you going to do?"
Yun Zhizhuo's expression was very gentle, and even a little bit overwhelmed: "You will come."
"Are you sure this kind of poison can control You Wuming?" She blinked her eyes curiously. "If I didn't admit it, it seems to be the poison of the golden snow moth recorded in the medical books."
She would never admit that she had been to Yunzhou and had been poisoned by the Golden Underworld Snow Moth.
Yun Zhizhuo raised his hand and waved to the four members of the Bai family very gracefully: "It's all right, go to sleep."
The father and daughter of the Bai family immediately fell on the desk crookedly, and fell asleep to death.
Sang Yuanyuan's heart suddenly burst-such a control method is really appalling!
"Sang Wang's daughter is really knowledgeable!" Yun Zhizhuo exclaimed very sincerely, "However, this is not the poison of the golden snow moth, it is not poison, it is the force of destiny, and there is no power to fight the destiny. ."
Sang Yuanyuan looked at the maculas that had penetrated into his texture. After paying attention, I found that they actually contained seven colors.
Her heart jumped again, and the hand hidden under the desk quietly stretched out and grabbed the Wuming little finger.
He held her backhand and squeezed her fingers comfortingly.
"What is the power of destiny?" Sang Yuanyuan asked sincerely.
Yun Zhizhuo rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance: "Destiny is unspeakable. When I understand it, I understand it. I blamed me for negligence at the beginning, and that gleam of vitality caused today's disaster. I can only correct the chaos anyway."
"In the beginning, I should have hired a Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven who could speak clearly." Sang Yuan could not help but muttered.
"Puff." You Wuming laughed decisively.
"So you did the thing that drove me out of my body six years ago?" Sang Yuan asked plainly.
"It's me." Yun Zhizhuo had no intention of concealing two people who were letting him kill.
"How did you do it?"
"You won't understand even after you have said it." Yun Zhizhuo said, "Daughter Sang, you don't have to complain. Everything that happened at the beginning was your willingness, but I did not expect that that is not an omission. The bane was left, and I had to leave the Temple of Heaven again today to come forward to clean up the mess."
Sang Yuan Yuan keenly grasped the key point: "Fall? Are you asking me to come back in six years?"
"Yes, nor is it." Yun Zhizhuo smiled mysteriously.
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment: "Why can I still come back and face the mortal situation?"
To be honest, the situation when she came back from'traversing' was really dead.
Yun Zhizhuo said: "Because there is no way for man to go."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." It's really unpleasant to chat with the god stick!
Yun Zhizhuo’s expression was a bit regretful, and said: "I was negligent. I did not expect that such a mortal situation, Sang Wangnu can turn things around... I'm really curious about how Sang Wangnu escaped Mrs. Xiao Han. Bad hand? I'm not afraid of Sang Wangnu's jokes. I have lived for many, many years. This is the first time I can't understand one thing."
Sang was stunned for a while before realizing that this'Mrs. Han' was referring to You Yingyue.
She smiled gracefully: "Want to know? I can tell you, but you have to answer me a question too, so it's fair, isn't it?"
Yun Zhizhuo smiled and said: "Wang Wangnu is willing to solve the puzzles, that is really great. I am willing to make this exchange, and I can guarantee that my answer will be true, but I don't guarantee that you can understand."
I have to say that this person is really gentle and elegant when he smiles. He can't see the slightest ambition or evil in his eyes. Talking to him is like drinking and talking with a confidant and friend in the bamboo forest under the moon.
Sang far knew he was confident. He only needs to speak'Xuanzhi and Xuan' like just now, then no one in this world can understand. That kind of truth, whether you say it or not, is no different.
But this kind of problem has always been difficult for Sang Yuan.
She nodded: "I believe in Yun Shengzi. Then I will answer first-I told You Yingyue that the person I like is not Han Shaoling, but You Wuming. You Yingyue is a person who values family and respects her brother. Knowing that I was her future wife, she detoxified me and treated me respectfully."
Yun Zhizhuo laughed: "I am dull. Actually, I should have thought of it when I saw the love between Prince Sang and Wang Youzhou today. What does Prince Sang want to ask me? Please—"
Sang Yuanyuan curled his lips and smiled, "Is it Han Shaoling or Meng Wuyou?"
Yun Zhizhuo suddenly clenched his hands leisurely on the desk.
After a while, a wry smile appeared on the corners of the young handsome lips.
"Mr. Sang, it's amazing." Yun Zhizhuo sighed, "A single question, I can say everything I can't say, all in one go."
She asked like this, but she didn't leave him room for ambiguity at all. Either answer a name, or say that they didn't use the power of fate to protect the two. No matter how you answer it, it can only be an answer that normal humans can understand.
"So Shengzi intends to repent?" Sang Yuan sighed regretfully.
"Naturally not." Yun Zhizhuo shook his head and smiled, "If today is not the winning ticket, then even if I am a villain who does not believe in words, I will regret my promise not to answer from now on. However, today There is no doubt that Prince Sang and King Youzhou will die, so I will answer."
Sang was far from acting quietly, and naughty squeezed the cocoon in You Wuming's palm.
"Guaranteed, it's Meng Wuyou." Yun Zhizhuo said.
"Oh..." Sang Yuan said, "Thank the Son for answering questions. If I want to ask anything else, I guess the Son won't answer, right?"
"Yes." Yun Zhizhuo smiled softly, "You two, you can go to death."
The way he said this was a little shy, a little respectful, and a little polite, as if he had prepared a dish that was not very rich, and then invited the distinguished guests to the table.
You Wuming squinted his eyes from beginning to end, leaning lazily on the desk. Hearing these words, his eyelids didn't move.
Sang Yuanyuan asked, "How does the holy son want us to die?"
Yun Zhizhuo was even more embarrassed: "Ah... King Youzhou didn't bring in the weapon, so let's borrow my sword and use it."
He got up slowly, walked over quickly, took off his saber, and placed it in front of You Wuming.
"Hit yourself." He said, "When life is prosperous, it is suddenly blocked, and it is inevitable that it will be painful. If you cough yourself, the pain time should be a little shorter. Although I have not tried it, I think, don't cut it. As for Qidao, it should be fine without choking blood."
His eyes were sincere, completely thinking for others, not at all asking people to die.
"But why should I listen to you?" Sang Yuan asked, turning his head.
Yun Zhizhuo laughed shyly: "Why did Wang Sang think that the king of Baizhou should dance to everyone? Isn't it impossible. How can mortals resist the power of fate?"
Before he could finish his words, Sang Yuan found that his hand was up, stretched out to the sword on the table, held the hilt, and picked it up.
She looked at her hand in surprise. It is, moving on its own!
After a moment of concentration, I realized that the colorful forces in the body were at work.
"With such power, what can't you do?" Sang Yuan said, "Why did you go before? Why bother to do so much and make so much trouble."
"Ashamed." Yun Zhizhuo leaned forward, and suddenly yellow blood spurted in his mouth, "In fact, it was just an accident. When I performed the taboo technique, I accidentally got divine power, and I was already unable to return to heaven. The power of the altar has helped me to hold on to this moment, just to let me use this power of destiny to take the lives of two people before I die, so that I can correct the chaos anyway."
I saw his black hair, and instantly the whiteness fell off.
On Junxiu's face, many wrinkles floated up, and in an instant, he changed from a beautiful young man in his early twenties to an old man who was exhausted!
He lost the support of his legs and feet, fell to the ground, panting, and said weakly: "The power of fate is absolutely impossible for mortals. Now, my wish is over, and I can go with peace of mind. Before dying, actually. As a mortal, he has mastered the power of destiny with his own hands, and he can also make up for the mistakes he has made. Yun Zhizhuo has no regrets in his death..."
His eyes burned, staring at Sang Yuan's sword-holding hand.
"I'll hold on for a while, wait for the two, and get on the road together."
He coughed a little because of hematemesis, but his expression was very excited, "Come on!"
Sang Yuanyuan's long sword was taken out and placed on his neck.
She still looked plain, and said, "The great taboo technique you mentioned refers to the broken mirror in the hands of Meng Wuyou, right?"
Yun Zhizhuo's dilated pupils shrank slightly.
He was unable to speak anymore, but from his expression, both Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming could see the answer.
"You are wrong," Sang Yuan said, "If there is real destruction in the world, it must be because the baby is holding a sharp weapon and destroying itself. You should not force it."
The light in Yun Zhizhuo's eyes quickly extinguished.
Sang released You Wuming's little finger far away.
With a flick of your long sleeves, You Wuming swung out the long sword that lay across Sang Yuanyuan's neck, cutting away half of Yun Zhizhuo's head.
His hand swung back sharply, pinching her wrist, and the black flames of his fingertips floating.
After a while, the colorful round spots in Sang Yuanyuan's body all crossed towards You Wuming, and were burned to death by his black flames.
"He doesn't seem to be a bad person either." Sang Yuanyuan sighed, "Temple of Heaven, there are so many secrets. Really shouldn't be far away from us."
You Wuming freed the "poison" from the body for the four of the Bai family at will, and then picked up Sang Yuanyuan: "Let's go."
The two walked out of the Baizhou King City and saw Sang Bujin frowning, spinning around outside the city gate.
"So soon?" Sang Bujin was taken aback by the sight of the two coming out.
"Tsk," You Wuming said with a serious face, "This kind of thing, it's okay to hurry up."
Sang Bujin didn't know what his brain was filling, and his ears slowly turned red.
Each of them ordered a thousand elite soldiers to accompany, and the rest of them let their powerful generals lead them to continue to eliminate demons in the Bai and Feng states.
You Wuming hugged Sang far away on his short-lived back. He squinted his eyes, put a canopy on his eyebrows with one hand, and stared at Baizhou King City as if he was waiting for something.
After a while, a small figure flew off the wall, and suddenly came back'swoosh'.
It's even.
It shook its head, and handed You Wuming a token with a peculiar material and intricately carved patterns.
"Yun Zhizhuo's entourage, the identity must not be too low." You Wuming collected the token, "Man killed?"
The doll nodded seriously, and it read clearly in a pair of big black eyes—dead like a wood.
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, and first asked You Wuming a question: "That day, you said'they' thought that two colorful kings could save the world, who did you see it from?"
You Wuming said indifferently: "Jiang Yi."
"Ah!" Sang Yuanyuan slapped his forehead heavily, "I'm such a fool!"
"No!" You Wuming was serious, "You are not a melon, but a fruit, a fool."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
An old eunuch who has been with Jiang Yanji for many years and she trusted her would betray her. This is an incredible thing in itself, not to mention that the old eunuch opened his mouth and closed his mouth and said that he was a man from the Temple of Heaven. , And the level is not low.
To see people through the fragments of the Tianyan mirror, one must'recognize', that is to say, when holding the broken mirror, there must be such a person in your mind to feel aura. Jiang Yi is Jiang Yanji's most intimate and trustworthy person, and You Wuming naturally recognizes it.
"What did you see in Jiang Yi?"
"A group of ghost-like people surround the ground to perform sorcery." You Wuming frowned and said with a pity, "The chiefs are all wearing black cloaks and masks, and you can't see who they are."
"Temple of Heaven..." Sang Yuanyuan asked, "What level is this Yunzhizhu. High-level Saint Son?"
"One of the three deputy altar heads." You Wuming said, "Jiang Yi is also the deputy altar head. Now unknown, there is a third deputy altar head and the altar head of the Temple of Heaven."
Sang nodded far away.
Since You Wuming had seen the process of their operations underground through Jiang Yi, and saw Yun Zhizhuo today, he could naturally recognize that Yun Zhizhuo was one of the leaders through his body shape.
"So, in order to get that colorful power to the broken mirror in the hands of Meng Wuyou, the Temple of Heaven sacrificed a deputy altar head. I was thinking," she blinked slyly, "if we insist on not entering the White Palace today. At the banquet, will this Yun Zhizhuo be alive and well?"
He has used that power to control the Bai family, and there is no room for change.
You Wuming was full of regrets: "I would have let my uncle go in by myself. Under the urgency of the surname Yun, I must control my uncle, come out and perform a wonderful excitement for you and me, and force you and me to enter."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Sang Bujin who didn't know the situation at all: "?" What does it matter to me? What control? What is the performance? Why should I perform
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming looked at each other, one pursed his lips and smirked, the other raised his eyebrows, looking into the distance.