Han Shaoling, who was leaning against the wall of the cave, slowly raised his head and looked towards Sang Yuan.
Counting it all up, it has been about a month since You Wuming shot down Han and Meng into the underground river last time.
During this period, You Wuming refined the Thunder and Colorful Broken Mirror, his cultivation base advanced by leaps and bounds, and his injuries had long since recovered.
Also killed Huangfujun.
Looking at Han Shaoling again, his appearance is worse than then. The broken arm has been pus, and when you step into the cave, you can smell a strong rancid smell—with such a trauma, you fell into the underground river full of ghosts, and stayed in the damp and dark underground for so long. The wound was natural. It is going to deteriorate.
Sang threw a small face flower on top of his head from afar, and Lingyun Vine explored and found that Han Shaoling's internal organs had been soaked with colorful light, and his heart veins had been corroded by the lover's body poison, making it pitted and unsaved.
"Sang'er, I dreamed of you again." Han Shaoling moved his dry and chapped lips and murmured, "I just vaguely heard your voice... I knew that you were about to meet me again in your dream. Good, good, such a dream, I haven’t had such a dream for a long time."
"Oh? Beautiful?" You Wuming showed his handsome face happily.
Han Shaoling: "... It turns out that it was a nightmare to take back the talent."
You Wuming lowered his head and smiled, and he didn't mind walking to Han Shaoling's side and sitting down, leaning against the cave wall next to him, and raised his chin at him.
"Hey, where's your wild woman? Leave you behind and run away?"
"Why should I tell you You Wuming." Han Shaoling wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Stay away from me, it smells strange."
The corner of You Wuming's mouth twitched, and he raised his arm suspiciously and sniffed it.
"No smell." He defended himself very seriously. "Although I haven't bathed in a few days, I came from under the glacier and didn't sweat much. You have a strange smell, blood, pustules and stinky sweat. ."
Sang Yuanyuan shook his head slightly, smiling slightly at the corners of his lips. She knew that the strange smell that Han Shaoling said was referring to You Wuming's masculine temperament.
Han Shaoling laughed weakly. He raised his hand and swayed it.
"You Wuming, You Wuming, ha, ha ha, I didn’t expect that before I died, I would dream of you, and could still speak so calmly. Tsk, it’s really not like you, You Wuming. Why, don’t you have to wait. what?"
You Wuming smiled faintly: "You are lucky. I just killed a Huangfujun, but I don't want to kill you now."
"Sneer!" Han Shaoling laughed mercilessly, "If you want to kill Huangfujun, dream about it! What strength is the Dongzhou Army, what strength is your lifelessness. It's just my carelessness that will follow your way."
"What you said is wrong." You Wuming was serious, "You didn't mean it to the effect, it's because you don't know yourself."
Han Shaoling sneered: "No self-knowledge? In just a few months, my cultivation base has leapt five great heavens. At this speed, mortals are beyond the reach of the dust... How can I expect you to break through. You Wuming, that's luck for you!"
You Wuming leaned his head against the cave wall: "You don't understand what I'm talking about."
"what are you saying?"
You Wuming glanced at him sympathetically: "I am able to break through, it is all the merits of Xiao Sangguo. I have a self-knowledge, knowing that I can't do without Xiao Sangguo, so I treat Xiao Sangguo well, and she gave me more and more. The more blessings."
Hearing his mention of Sang Yuan, Han Shaoling couldn't help but gather his slightly distracted eyes, and looked at the beautiful woman standing aside, her whole body covered with a halo.
"Sang Er..."
You Wuming sneered: "And you, you are obviously leaning on a woman, and you don't dare to admit it, this time is good, it can save your life, give you a chance to run without worry, you just wait for you to die!"
The eyebrows were full of scornful mockery.
Han Shaoling immediately became angry: "She followed the Underworld Demon King to save me!"
You Wuming's long eyes slanted, drifting towards Sang Yuan, and blinking his right eye'ding'.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The longest road I have ever seen is the quiet Wuming routine.
"You can make it up." You Wuming smiled lightly, "I have never heard of the Underworld Demon King. Hey, I said Han Shaoling, people, give up when you should give up. What does it mean to die?"
"Who is dead?" Han Shaoling made a profit, and said, "I admit, Meng Wuyou has helped me a lot, but do I need her help? If she didn't know her identity as a lover to calculate Me, why should I hurt her so much? You Wuming, do you know what I regret the most in my life, that is, touching that dream Wuyou!"
He coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of yellow blood, and his emotions became more agitated: "If you are replaced by you, where can you be better? I ask you, are you a man!"
You Wuming raised his eyes: "Of course it is!"
Han Shaoling tilted her head toward him: "Then if you were alone, the moonlight, the wind, the wine, and the temperature were just right, such a night, a beautiful woman climbed onto your bed, it's a man. Don't you move her? Tell me if you are a man!"
You Wuming's black eyes rolled slowly: "What you said is not true. I have a small mulberry fruit, so how can I be alone."
"If not!" Han Shaoling sighed, "You Wuming, just say, if you accidentally touched a lover woman, what should you do! Huh? Don't touch her again, wait for death?"
You Wuming thought about it seriously for a while.
"Say, You Wuming, you answer me! You just want to wait for death instead of touching her? Stop these hypocrites!" Han Shaoling smiled, "You are so fake, I should look down on you."
"What about me," You Wuming said softly, "I don't like being coerced the least. No matter what kind of coercion it is. Someone who dares to calculate me like this will be killed by me on the spot."
"Shit!" Han Shaoling said with disdain, "Just make up. Kill her, what if you get poisoned?"
"Next to you." A cynical smile appeared on You Wuming's face, "If the pain makes me irritable, I will find my enemy and burn it all."
Han Shaoling gave him a serious look and shook his head: "I forgot, You Wuming, you are a lunatic!"
"Well, a lunatic is good." You Wuming smiled dazzlingly, "True!"
"Can you go now?" Han Shaoling sighed, "Sang'er come over and talk to me."
You Wuming didn't agree on the spot: "I haven't finished talking! Hey, you just said that Meng Wuyou took the initiative to climb your bed? Didn't you say that you were strong!"
Han Shaoling squinted at him: "You Wuming, whether a woman is half-pushing or half-pushing or not being able to follow her, can't you tell? You haven't touched other women, have you?"
You Wuming: "..."
He opened a pair of dark eyes, not knowing whether to shake his head or nod for a long while.
Tell the truth, it's so shameless! Tell a lie, wouldn't it be terrible if Xiao Sangguo is serious!
"Anyway, your women ran away." You Wuming stalked his neck.
"By the way, she went with the Hades to save me."
"Liar!"
"What do you lie to."
The topic came back again.
You Wuming pretended to think for a while: "In order to save you and run away with someone else, leave you here and wait for death? Do you believe that."
"She will definitely find a way to come back."
"You mean that the so-called Underworld Demon King was fascinated by the name Meng and then asked for medicine to come back to save you? Han Shaoling, I really don’t know which one of you should sympathize with. Come on, you tell me, Ming What does the Demon King look like? That's it, one eye, one tongue, all over his body is sticky, tsk, your woman, the taste is strange."
Han Shaoling shook his head: "This long skin is now. It looks like a human being. It can speak a little, and claims to be the Underworld Demon King. Its strength is unfathomable. I have seen it fly over the wall on the outside, like walking on the ground!"
You Wuming narrowed his eyes: "Then, it fell in love with your woman at first sight?"
Han Shaoling: "... Yes."
The appearance can be said to be very humiliating.
Sang Yuanyuan listened in silence, and the scratches and fingerprints that had just been seen on the inner wall of the black iron wall floated in his mind. It must be the masterpiece of this'Underworld Demon'.
Hades... What is this again? Could the key to unlock the mystery be on its body
"I said Han Shaoling, don't you think it's weird?" You Wuming said kindly, "Look at our little Sangguo, if you have dumped your dream without worry for eighteen days? Isn't it? Then why is it a male? Yes, you have to revolve around your woman? Even the Underworld will not let her go. How come I haven't seen anyone who lays on my face and entangles me with fruit, oh, except you."
Han Shaoling: "..." I want to get angry, but I don't know from which angle to send it.
"Okay, You Wuming, it's not enough to cause me to do so, so I want to run in my dream, just to continue to humiliate me."
You Wuming tutted: "You are thinking about me, thinking about me day by day and dreaming at night. Blame me? Hey, are you really surprised? That woman, why?"
Han Shaoling looked like he was helpless, and sighed: "If you want to say this, I really found something abnormal. So, every time I want to trouble her, I always roll onto the couch with her unconsciously. ."
He raised his finger to the overwhelming colorful light outside the cave: "I feel that she also has this light on her body, which makes people dizzy, so I want her. Others, maybe the same."
You Wuming tilted his head to look at Sang Yuanyuan.
Hearing what Han Shaoling said, Sang Yuanyuan immediately understood. After doing it for a long time, what kind of heartthrob Mary Su, who is born with infinite affinity gave her the green light, it turned out that this colorful light was the cause of her.
To say "fate", there is only about the last "love at first sight" with the underworld demon, which can be regarded as a real causal relationship-she has been in contact with this colorful light for so long, and the underworld king sees her and finds it in this human being. Something familiar.
"Meng Wuyou will never come back again." You Wuming looked back at Han Shaoling calmly.
"She will come back." Han Shaoling smiled confidently.
You Wuming took his arms up leisurely, and didn't plan to talk to him again.
"No." Sang sighed a little closer, "Han Shaoling, haven't you noticed that after you and her fell into the river, the heaven-defying luck on her disappeared. Otherwise, come along the way," Why are you working so hard, your clothes are broken like this, and your spiritual accumulation is exhausted. Moreover, for such a long journey, you haven't even encountered a single most common hemostatic herb."
Han Shaoling's eyes were complicated: "Sang'er, are you willing to talk to me? Isn't it normal that there is nothing in this underground?"
"But, in the past, Meng Wuyou could pick up rare treasures anywhere."
Han Shaoling nodded blankly: "Yes. It's incredible."
"That's because of the mirror in her hand." Sang squatted far beside him, "Someone passed this mirror to her a steady stream of very mysterious luck."
Han Shaoling opened his eyes slightly: "Is that the mirror you snatched last time?"
"Yes." Sang Yuanyuan sighed, "Do you know that the so-called air luck is the air luck of the people in this world. Meng Wuyou uses one point, and the common people have one point less, so you see, she "Pick up" the Ten Thousand Years Spirit to help you heal your wounds and advance your ranks, and there will be a surge of tides everywhere. She drew the thunder to save your life from the hands of You Wuming, and the whole world of rare occurrences in a thousand years appeared."
"Later you two fell into the abyss. In order to save your lives, the person standing behind her directly transported the infinite qi into that mirror... You don't know what happened after that, right? Dozens? The tsunami of the Underworld Demon in Zhanggao attacked the entire territory at the same time." Sang Yuan's eyes showed a little sympathy.
"After that, Meng Wuyou lost the mirror, and there is no opportunity or luck from the sky to help you through the storm. You can only rely on yourself. King Hanzhou, hasn’t it been a long, long time since you have never experienced this kind of everything on your own? Does it feel like it’s difficult to walk with both hands? On the other hand, it’s calm outside. Humans have defeated the underworld and temporarily saved their homes."
Han Shaoling was shocked and stared at her blankly.
"This, is this really a dream? What you said, why... it makes it hard for me to refute..."
He was in a daze for a moment, and sprayed several mouthfuls of yellow blood: "So, Meng Wuyou has no luck, she will be killed by the Underworld Demon King, right? No wonder You Wuming said that she won't come back again."
Sang Yuan said: "I don't know if she can save her life. But if she uses her previous experience with you to deal with the Hades, I don't think the chances of surviving will be too great. I want the Hades to turn her little love into a big one. Love, fulfill your love with her, and then let her come back with medicine to save you, it is even more impossible."
Han Shaoling laughed loudly: "It's a good one to turn a little love into a big love, hahahaha! You are talking about the master of the Yinyue Pavilion, Qiao Yinyue, that stupid pig, you really didn't laugh me to death!"
Sang is far from knowing who Qiao Yinyue is, but she knows that she must be one of the army of dream-free suitors.
"It's the assassination pavilion that set up ambush in Zhangzhou." Han Shaoling waved his hand, "It doesn't matter anymore."
His eyes were in a daze for a moment.
"Sang'er, you tell me again. Is it really because of me that the whole realm is plunged into crises and disasters again and again? Is this true? You didn't lie to me?"
Sang looked into his eyes from afar, and nodded: "I didn't lie to you. The last tsunami of the underworld has broken through many states and countries, but now it is no problem."
"A lot of people died, right?" Han Shaoling smiled wryly at the corners of her lips, and the yellow blood gurgled out along the corners of her mouth.
"Yes, but everyone's experience in dealing with the Underworld Demon is better." Sang is far from knowing what he thought of, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. powerful."
"How about Hanzhou? Without me, Hanzhou..." Han Shaoling frowned.
Sang Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Han Zhou is very good. Your cousin Han Shaofeng, very calm, guards."
"That's good." A smile appeared on Han Shaoling's face, both gratified and self-deprecating.
"Who can't be without it in this world?" he murmured.
"Yes." Sang Yuan agreed, "Everything should go with the flow. This is the real way of heaven. Forcibly gathering luck to someone will only be self-defeating, but it will become a harm."
"Not bad." Han Shaoling laughed, "Sang'er, if I had known that I had robbed Cang's life and brought so many disasters, I would have killed Meng Wuyou with my own hands, and then wielded a sword to dictate myself! You believe me ."
"I believe it." Sang Yuanyuan nodded gently.
People like Han Shaoling and Huangfujun are hostile, but she knows that they are true heroes in their bones. For the common people, for the human race, they do not hesitate to themselves.
"Okay, you can just believe me. Sang'er, if possible, please help the common people and set things right anyway!" Han Shaoling smiled slightly, his eyes suddenly stopped.
You Wuming tilted his head and looked at it: "He has lost his heart. Let's go."
The two stepped out of the cave.
Sang couldn't help but glance back.
"Little Sangguo!" You Wuming stared at her viciously.
"Actually, I am really not familiar with him..." Sang Yuanyuan sighed softly, "I think it's a pity. He and Huangfujun are actually heroes who guard the cloud realm."
In fact, there is no insoluble contradiction between Han Shaoling and You Wuming. It is a pity that he has been penetrated by the colorful light and the poison of love, and even Sang is far from able to recover.
"Yeah. Go." You Wuming embraced her.
Following the passage, the two quickly found the abyss mouth located in Yunzhou, and now the wings of You Wuming have become more proficient, and it is not a problem to fly over the abyss mouth in a small area.
…
Jidu.
"General Zhenxi, King Jizhou begs to see you again!"
"No." Huang Fuxiong's lips turned pale, and he sat alone under the window, his eyes staring blankly.
The mobilization of the 800,000 army is not a matter of overnight.
He has to wait in Jizhou.
A few days ago, his heart seemed to be thrown in a frying pan. He kept frying and frying. After waiting for so many days, it cooled down.
Jiang Yanji tried to contact countless times, and Huang Fuxiong said that he was ill.
He knows himself.
Hearing that vicious woman's voice, he would definitely be unable to restrain his belly full of swear words.
not right now. Most of the army still hasn't arrived and can't fight.
These days, Huangfuxiong didn't dare to recall Huangfujun's voice and smile at all. In his life, Huang Fujun has always been like a lighthouse, guiding and leading him, a beacon and a harbor.
Although I don't think about it, no matter where he is, Huang Fuxiong will have the illusion that he has lost his light and is trapped in the thick and dense darkness.
White hair came out one after another.
The powerhouse of the Lingyao realm is also aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sometimes sitting like this, in a daze, I actually saw my end, knowing that I was so depressed, it was impossible to fight such a vicious and insidious woman—even the eldest brother lost, didn't he
But he immediately cheered himself up.
On hand is the ending of "Xiao Zhong's Revenge" sent by the gentleman not long ago.
It's like a straw for life.
"Xiao Zhong can, and so can I!"
But it is inevitable that the chest is still blocked, and he opened his mouth and vomited, and it was bloody sputum.
It's like sinking into the quagmire that can't escape. Obviously, the enmity is as deep as the sea, and it should be a time to move forward, but the emotions are always dark and gray. The longer it drags on, the more powerless it feels.
Huang Fuxiong has been a leader for many years, and he knows that the generals' aura is enough to influence the whole army. He is the leader, let alone the soldiers under his command.
"Can I really beat her?" Huangfuxiong's eyes gradually became muddy, "If God has eyes, can you give me some enlightenment? I, Huangfuxiong, really still hope to avenge my brother in this life?!"
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
A very crisp, very cheerful voice came from outside the hall.
Huang Fuxiong opened his eyes slightly and looked away.
Dumbfounded.
"What, what..."
A little puppet, a little bit higher than his knees, was walking towards him staggeringly.
There was an empty gray robe hanging on his body, a big "Fu" on his chest, a string of transparent amber rosary beads hanging on his neck, and the bottom big bead hit its wooden belly. Make a clear and pleasant sound.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
A miserable white face, with two huge black eyes, a small nose, and a small red mouth, smiles beautifully and sweetly.
With its arms open, it staggered to Huang Fuxiong's feet and stopped moving.
"what is this?!"
Huang Fuxiong blinked vigorously, jumped off the low couch by the window, and squatted in front of the doll.
…It’s too high.
He was huge and mighty, and when he squatted down, he could only see the black top of the doll's hair.
So Huangfuxiong tilted his ass and sat down.
… Still too high.
The doll waved its two small arms, like a butterfly flapping its wings.
"Want to hug?" Huang Fuxiong blurted out.
As soon as the words were spoken, I was stunned.
Dongzhou men have always been adhering to the tradition of'love is harm', and grind and suppress their children (especially their sons). The father rarely shows love to his children.
Take Huangfujun, for example, who threw Huangfu into the distance, turning a blind eye to him, only constantly exerting pressure and entrusting him with important tasks.
In the eyes of Dongzhou men, this is the deepest paternal love, and this is love!
The same is true for Huangfuxiong. He has never held his son before, and he has always followed his brother's appearance, putting on a cold face, as if his own son owed him money for eight lifetimes.
But at this moment, facing such a weird puppet of unknown origin, he blurted out the sticky words'to hug'.
It is simply not guaranteed in the evening!
I saw the doll in front of me "huh" and raised his small face, a pair of dark eyes blinked at him twice, and his eyelashes fluttered, which was almost life-threatening.
A pair of small arms slapped twice again.
Huangfuxiong: "...Send a blessing boy?!"
This is the first time in Huangfuxiong's life that he has felt the'blessing of heaven'. Just when he was the most at a loss, the most helpless, the most confused and the most lonely, such a completely unreasonable thing appeared beside him!
This is not a revelation from heaven, what else can it be? !
With a serious face, Huang Fuxiong stretched out his futon-sized hands, grabbed the doll's small body, and hugged it.
"I have to check to see if it is a hidden weapon."
The doll grinned her lips, revealing two rows of beautiful, slightly pointed white teeth.
Huang Fuxiong: "..."
If there is a way of death in this world called'being cut to death', Huangfuxiong thinks he can smile at Jiuquan.
Like a thief, he hugged the doll on the low couch. Although he knew that there was no one in the temple, he looked around vigilantly.
Then he rubbed his beard on the puppet's beautiful face.
Doll: *Mei*
Show him fierce!
Facing the angry puppet who suddenly bared his fangs, Huang Fuxiong felt that his soul was flying.
"Ah, pity and kill me too!" (I'm so cute)
The roar alarmed the guards outside the hall.
The guards knew that the general had been depressed for many days. Upon hearing such a voice, the guard was so frightened that he rushed in without asking questions.
"General?!" The guard drew out his broad sword with a clang.
Huangfuxiong was taken aback by a solid start.
He assumed a posture of guarding the cub, swept the doll in his arms, and then glared fiercely at his guard.
The two stared with big eyes.
"Are you okay with General and General?"
"What can you do! Get out!"
Huangfuxiong hurriedly drove away the guards, looked down, and found that the cutie in his arms was gone.
Huangfuxiong: "???" Is it an illusion? !
When I turned my head, I saw a small piece of gray clothing from the back of the low couch. A small hand stretched out,'swish', and pulled the clothing corner back to hide it.
Huangfuxiong: "!!!"