Jiang Yanji stood proudly among the pool of blood.
"King Youzhou, I have something important to tell you."
At this moment, the scattered sounds of fighting around seemed to have become the background.
Sang stood far by You Wuming's side, and the two subconsciously stretched out their hands to each other, clasping their fingers.
Jiang Yanji's eyes were lazy, and she glanced at Sang Yuanyuan obliquely: "Daughter Sang, I have something to say to King Youzhou alone, and you avoid it."
The emperor was accustomed to being aloof, facing Sang Yuan, his expression was full of contempt. She is confident, even if the tiger falls into the sun, but still holds a large enough trump card in her hand, she is not afraid of being unmoved.
You Wuming's lips slowly curled up with a smirk, and he tilted his head and said: "Sang Guo, you can choose a way to die for her."
Jiang Yanji, what is she? If it hadn't been for her to occupy this shell, she would have been dead at the moment. Still want to separate him and Xiao Sangguo? She dreams faster!
Sang Yuanyuan pursed his lips and smiled, touching his chin, pretending to ponder.
Jiang Yanji took a deep breath: "King Youzhou, what I am about to tell you is a great benefit to you. For ordinary women, short-sighted and emotional, I will let Prince Sang avoid her. It is good for her and you. Youzhou King Zhou, I know that your newly married Yaner, the first taste of love, is right. But you also listen to my advice, and it is not too late to make a decision."
You Wuming stared at her weirdly for a while, and the corners of her lips twitched: "Are you going to find me a concubine?"
Sang Yuanyuan looked wary: "I have the final say on this kind of thing."
The corners of You Wuming's lips couldn't hide his smile, and he secretly clenched Sang Yuan's fingers.
"Oh? I don't think so." Jiang Yanji sneered, stepped forward slowly, walked to the other side of You Wuming, raised one jade hand, put it on You Wuming's shoulder, and stroked herself with the other hand. Young, flawless corners of the eyes, red lips differential—
"King Youzhou, I want you to be young and promising, handsome and strong, and I am willing to commit myself to you. You will be the emperor, and I will be the last. I will give you all of your confidants, civil servants and generals, and the foundational forces of the underground. With this help, you will be able to successfully take over as the co-lord of the world and become a generation of saints. Otherwise, the mess will be enough for you to have a headache for many years."
As soon as these words came out, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan were truly stunned.
"Are you ill!"
Seeing You Wuming shuddered twice, without saying anything, backhanded Jiang Yanji backhanded, sealing her spiritual accumulation to death.
Jiang Yanji smiled more and more: "Why, does King Youzhou like to use strong? That's also very interesting."
You Wuming felt that his body had become dull, his soul seemed to float to the top of his head, and the goose bumps had risen layer after layer.
After a long while, he finally relieved his breath.
"Really... I want to cut your flesh piece by piece." He took a heavy breath, "How dare you, how dare you... Little Sangguo, I'm going crazy."
The last sentence floated from between the teeth.
He had thought about the scene after catching Jiang Yanji many times, but he never thought of the situation before him.
The pair of red lips belonging to his mother spit out such words word by word, to him, it was tantamount to Ling Chi's torture. He felt the sky spin and his eyes turned black.
Sang Yuanyuan was also dizzy.
She stabilized You Wuming with her backhand, tilted her head and yelled at Jiang Yanji: "You are really shameless! How can you say this to him! How can you, say such a thing to Jiang Yanji's biological child!"
Jiang Yanji couldn't recover for a while. Hearing Sang Yuan scolded her, she immediately cursed back: "Ban maid, don't pour sewage on me. Are you trying to slander me and the old Youwang have a nasty relationship? You Wuming, I and Old Youwang have no heads and ends! If you don’t believe me, you can have a blood test with me! If you have nothing to do with me, I want you to compensate me. Don’t worry, I will give you the best taste in the world. "
You Wuming pressed his forehead and breathed heavier: "Little Sang Guo, forget it. There is no need to find my mother. I want her to die, want her, suffer torture, can't survive, can't ask for death, I want her, Tasting thousands of tortures in the world, I..."
His hands were trembling heavily, his fingers twitched, and his emotions were almost completely out of control.
Sang Yuan hasn't seen You Wuming show such a terrible expression for a long, long time. His eyes were red, his face was blue as a ghost, his lips were as white as paper, his forehead was densely covered with blue veins, and his fingers twitched and convulsed.
She took a deep breath and looked hard at the frivolous Jiang Yanji. Although Jiang Yanji didn't know that You Wuming was the biological child of this body, the things she did and the harm she caused to him at the moment were really hard to redeem.
Sang Yuanyuan said angrily: "Do you know who You Wuming is? You took Jiang Yanji's body and killed her beloved husband and children! Now, the soul of revenge that crawled out of hell is in front of your eyes. You dare to speak foul language! Seriously, it's not an exaggeration to die 10,000 times!"
You Wuming hooked Sang Yuanyuan's neck, suffocating her with such force. He couldn't speak, and his breath was heavy, and it resounded deep in her ears, like a fierce beast trapped in a trap and wounded.
Sang Yuanyuan angrily scolded Jiang Yanji: "Meng Hui at midnight, haven't you seen the eyes of the father and son! How can you be such a brazen and despicable underdog in the world!"
The anger in his heart made Sang Yuanyuan's eyes flushed, tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes unconsciously. She couldn't imagine how painful the You Wuming at this moment should be.
But Jiang Yanji can't move!
Jiang Yanji's eyebrows became more frowning and tightened.
"Wh, what..." She looked at You Wuming in disbelief, "You are Ming Xiaogui? How could it be, how could it be... No, you can't blame me, if you blame you, blame yourself! I had already lost your father and son. I have given up looking for the whereabouts of the two of them. Who told you, who told you to carve so many wooden people exactly like me and throw them into the river? You exposed your whereabouts, and you killed your father and you. Yourself, you shouldn't blame me!"
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuanyuan could only feel that the world was spinning, worries and distress in his heart surged out, and he eagerly looked towards You Wuming.
He saw black flames burning in You Wuming's eyes, and the blood and tears with flames turned black, slowly flowing down the corners of his eyes.
The trembling five fingers ignited the flames, and they stopped just a little away from Jiang Yanji's neck.
He is already a little confused, and there are bursts of pain in his mind. He doesn't want to care about the real Jiang Yanji anymore. Now, he wants to let this person in front of him taste the taste of purgatory! The sunshine and warmth received these days evaporated like dewdrops. Once again, he sank into the dark quagmire, and once again, turned into a whole piece of moldy moss.
He wants revenge, he just needs revenge...
Sang rushed forward, half hugging and half hugging, hugging You Wuming, and pushed him aside.
"You Wuming, calm down!"
His eyes trembled violently in his sockets, and he slowly lowered his eyes to look at her. Everything that dared to stop in front of him would be torn to pieces without hesitation!
... But this is his little sang fruit...
His trembling fingers caught her slender wrist.
"Xiao, Sang, Guo. Don't, stop me." He paused.
At this moment, seeing You Wuming's illness, Sang Yuanyuan had already forced himself to calm down.
A gentle smile came up at the corner of her lips, and she brought her soft body close to his violent and violent spirit. The hand that was not grasped gently wrapped him around him, pressed it against his ear, and whispered softly. But what he said was gentle at all—
"You allow me to think of a way and use the Tianyan Mirror to catch this damn soul. When the time comes, you can pack it up as you like. Don't worry, if you can go in, you can naturally come out."
Sang Yuan didn't have the slightest confidence, but she knew that if You Wuming killed Jiang Yanji at this moment, he would definitely fall back into the abyss of darkness.
Her lover fell to the cliff again, and she must hold him.
I don't know how long it took before Yu Wuming's breathing finally became steady.
He looked down and saw that Sang Yuanyuan's wrist had been pinched with several bruise fingerprints.
"Mulberry!"
"It's okay, I have a little face." She smiled very heartily, and put a face plate on the wound.
He hugged her heavily from behind, wrapped her in his arms, and his breath fell heavily in her ears.
"Sangguo, fortunate to have you."
If Jiang Yanji was killed in this way, and the real hope of Jiang Yanji's return was killed, after he calmed down, he would definitely regret his life.
She turned around, stood on tiptoe, and touched his forehead with her forehead.
"Me too. Fortunately, I have you."
The eyes are facing each other, and all the affection is in the convergence of the eyes.
She gently kissed his chin: "You Wuming, we are not wrong, they are the ones who are wrong. Our task is to make them pay for their mistakes."
Wuming's eyes gradually calmed down completely.
"Well, try Jiang Yi first. I'll try it myself, Sang Guo, don't look at it." A malicious smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
At this time, You Wuming had to force himself to do something so that he would not think too much about those heavy past events.
Jiang Yanji was temporarily unable to move, and Jiang Yi could only admit that he was unlucky.
…
The soldiers in Sangzhou are all strong and strong, and the speed at which they clean up the battlefield is swift and windy. Except for Jiang Yanji and Jiang Yi, none of the prisoners remained.
Jiang Yanji and Jiang Yi were both imprisoned in the sky prison in Sangzhou.
When You Wuming interrogated Jiang Yi, Sang accompanied his parents far away and stood on top of the king's city.
"Useless things!" Sang Chengyin roared under the wall, "When you come back, the day lily will be cold!"
Sang Bujin: "..."
Feeling wronged and embarrassed.
Where are Yun Xuzhou and Huangfuxiong! Don't save him any face!
…
This is a sleepless night.
You Wuming was interrogating Jiang Yi in the dungeon. The people of the other countries completely ignored the opinions of the party concerned. In the hall of King Sangzhou, they quickly and easily decided on the new master of the eighteen states of the cloud.
When You Wuming rubbed his wrists lazily to search for mulberry fruit, everyone had bowed their heads to him, and their voices were uniform—
"I have seen the emperor!"
You Wuming: "..."
A pair of black eyes turned left and right, and found the fruit that hid in a smirk.
He raised his eyebrows, and instantly entered the state: "If there is a great chaos today, the top priority is to calm the order and calm people's hearts."
"Yes!"
After sending everyone away, You Wuming caught Sang far away to a quiet place.
"Jiang Yi is dead." His expression was still unfinished.
"Have you recruited?"
You Wuming glanced at her dissatisfiedly: "Xiao Sangguo, I will try my hand personally. If you don't tell him to vomit, wouldn't I be worse than A Gu?"
"Yes, yes, the emperor is the best."
You Wuming: "... Why do I think you are scolding me."
He squeezed his eyebrows with some annoyance: "Little Sangguo, you know I don't care about that."
Sang Yuanyuan smiled like a fox: "We can ask the regent to assist in the government."
There is a specialization in the art industry, and she and You Wuming are indeed not good at political affairs.
She said: "Father and Dad just now and they are discussing this matter. I have thought about it. After taking over the Tiandu, I will merge You, Ji, and Jiang into the Tiandu for easy management."
The royal families of Ji and Jiang were all destroyed by You Wuming, and he entered the heavenly capital, just to expand the territory.
"Please the regent to deal with these chores. When you and I return, I am afraid that even the matters related to our big wedding are ready." Sang Yuan walked two steps with a smile.
You Wuming was stunned: "Little Sangguo, do you know where we are going?"
Sang Yuanyuan was very upset: "You Wuming, do you really think I am stupid? Ding has three legs, Yunzhou one foot, Tiandu one foot, Jizhou one foot. Since the old emperor Yun ran away, he must have gone to Jizhou."
You Wuming happily embraced her: "What a clever fruit, it's no wonder you can see me."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
On the way to Jizhou, You Wuming told Sang Yuanyuan what Jiang Yi had confided.
The beginning of everything was the displacement of the Yunzhou Glacier 500 years ago. The Underworld Demon King exposed the traces of the ice, and the Emperor Yun, who was still the emperor at the time, led his army to encircle and suppress himself.
At that time, the Underworld Demon King was not as strong as it is now. After the defeat, in order to save his life, it told the old Yundi an unknown secret and handed over a holy object, Tian Yan Jing.
Underworld and Tianyan Mirror, both come from another world. The people in that world are beyond imagination. For them, the people living in the eighteen states of the cloud are just low-level creatures that graze and drink blood.
They built the underground giant cauldron, and the Tianyan Mirror was a gadget they used to predict the weather. For them, a low-level world like the cloud realm is just a garbage dump used to deal with the underworld. The transparent and luminous thing in the giant cauldron is the bait that firmly attracts the underworld in this world.
You Wuming was halfway through, turning his head and looking at Sang Yuanyuan strangely: "Little Sangguo, aren't you surprised?"
Sang Yuanyuan spread his hands: "The ancients said that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Why is it weird?"
You Wuming: "..." was speechless.
After a long while, he said: "The future predicted in the Tianyan Mirror is indeed like what Jiang Xujun and others have said. On the earth, human civilization has disappeared, only the underworld and fire. However, the old Yundi and Jiang Yi joined hands to do it. These things are not meant to save the world."
Sang Yuanyuan smiled sarcastically at the corner of his lips: "Guess it."
You Wuming said: "Old Yundi saw his own ending in the Tianyan Mirror, knowing that he will die in the hands of Yun family descendants in the future, the murderer is unclear, only known to be a man. At that time, he was already. Having been an emperor for many years, the family relationship in his heart was severed, so he used the power of Tianyan Jing to refine the blood gu, joined hands with Jiang, personally operated the sword, and planned the disaster of Yun. He pretended to be sick, gave way, and used blood gu to suck. Yun's vitality and various plans, but his ending has not changed in any way."
Sang Yuanyuan keenly perceives something wrong: "Even if Emperor Yun joins hands with the Jiang clan, he doesn't have to tell Jiang Yi about these secret things about himself? Isn't it good to just say that it is to save the world?"
You Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Clever. It is not Old Man Yun who told Jiang Yi these things, but the Underworld Demon King."
"Oh?"
You Wuming narrowed his eyes: "The Underworld Demon King handed over the Tianyan Mirror and joined hands with the Human Race. The real purpose was to overthrow the underground cauldron. Once the cauldron fell, the Underworld Demon could encroach on the things in the cauldron. But Old Man Yun did not agree. Unwilling to do this, he just wants to use the resonance to absorb the power of the tripod, and he wants to rely on improving his strength to break the game. The Hades had to choose another ally."
Sang Yuan recalled the beautiful transparent light body that Shennian had seen in the cauldron. It is suspended in the middle of the giant cauldron, as long as the cauldron does not fall, the underworld demon cannot touch or reach.
If Kanae falls... Sang takes a deep breath.
This tripod is the foundation of the eighteen states in the cloud realm. If the tripod falls, the whole continent will fall to Mingyuan.
An inspiration flashed in her mind: "So, it was Jiang Yi who deliberately sent the news to King Qinzhou, fooling him to dig the underground city! When the underground of Qinzhou collapses, the entire Great Wall will collapse. Then, the entire cloud will be enclosed. The long black iron in the realm is like a lock, dragging the earth and falling into the deep abyss from the collapse of Qinzhou!"
"Smart." You Wuming said, "The scale of the Qinzhou Underground City is huge. As long as countless black iron chains are used to connect the tripod under Jizhou with the Qinzhou Underground City, when Qinzhou slides down to the abyss, it will definitely be possible. Pull over the tripod."
Sang Yuan's heart became cold, "So, has Huang Fuxiong filled in that hole?"
"Well," You Wuming smiled triumphantly, "Little Sangguo, what did I say before? You and I are also saints of salvation."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"Wait," Sang Yuan found out that something was wrong, "So what did Jiang Yi do?"
You Wuming pulled out a map from his arms and pointed at the south of the map.
"Sangguo, you see, the giant tripod was falling to the north, and the Great Wall volleyed over. This area is actually safe." Starting from the west of Sangzhou, he drew a line across Jiang, Zhao, and Xiao Jiang. The state is zoned to Dongzhou.
"As soon as the giant cauldron fell, the things the Underworld Demon wanted left the cloud realm, and they would never come back. Since then, the remaining half of the cloud realm is a peaceful and happy nest." You Wuming sneered at the corners of his lips. "Use half of it." Territory, in exchange for stability in the world. This is also the reason why Jiang has been planning for Sangzhou. Under the new cloud environment, Sangzhou is safe, good in environment, and rich in resources, making it the most suitable for a new imperial capital."
Sang's scalp was numb when she heard it far away.
If it hadn't been for her and You Wuming to break this chain of conspiracy one by one, everything would probably move forward steadily according to their plan. Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou have always relied on the so-called'power of destiny', addiction to long-term drugs, they will only become puppets of the Temple of Heaven.
The strategy of'destroying half a city' will surely succeed!
Sang Yuanyuan's heart was very shocked, and he silently sorted out his thoughts and said, "So, they have their own goals. Emperor Yun is to immortal himself, and Jiang and the Underworld Demon are to overthrow the cauldron. However, in the beginning, They all failed in the changed'future', right?"
The three parties are pregnant with ghosts, and the abacus is cracking, but the future shown by Tian Yan Jing is the result of annihilation, and no one is satisfied with this result. So they joined forces and used Tianyan Jing to change the future.
You Wuming said: "That's right. Tian Yanjing repeatedly deduced it. It wasn't until more than 20 years ago that it figured out the first-line turnaround."
After throwing Jiang Yanji and Sang far into another world, the "future" recorded in Tian Yan Jing, that is, Sang Yuan Yuan saw in "The Sweet Wife and Sweet Pet: The Ninety-Nine Runaway Wife of King Han" That version of the'future'.
Only that version of the future can satisfy the Underworld Demon King, Emperor Yun and Jiang Yi.
In that'future', Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou entered the heavenly capital, Emperor Yun would not die by the descendants of the Yun family, Underworld Demon King and Jiang Yi could smoothly overthrow the giant cauldron, and each got the results they wanted.
"In that future, there will be no you and me." Sang Yuanyuan said softly, "The key to changing all this is you and me."
"Well," You Wuming smiled casually, "You and I are their mourners."
Sang turned his head to look at him for a long time.
It turns out that her fate and his fate are so closely connected. Two people achieve each other, without anyone else.
When Sang Yuanyuan clarified the ins and outs, You Wuming just stopped.
The destination is here.
This secret base set up by Emperor Yun in Jizhou looked like a large yard of an ordinary wealthy family.
Quiet, no one left or right.
Sang Yuanyuan asked quietly: "Should we sneak in or..."
You Wuming kicked open the courtyard gate.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
The two stepped into the hospital and found that the entire yard was silent, with no guards or servants.
The porch was covered with ashes.
"He can't believe anyone." You Wuming raised his lips mockingly, "but believes in a ghost."
Sang Yuanyuan shook his head and sighed, "Perhaps he learned that he would die at the hands of future generations, which created a great psychological shadow on him."
Put yourself in and think about it, it's really a little shameless.
You Wuming was noncommittal, and simply tore down a door neatly, led Sang to find the secret passage hidden in the bedroom of the main house, and walked down.
It went incredibly well.
With no more than a cup of tea before and after entering the compound, Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming opened the last dark iron secret door and came to the secret room with the dark iron small pot.
A man dressed in a black royal robe with a golden crown on his head stood behind the cauldron, placed one hand on the black iron cauldron, and slowly raised his heavy double eyelids, looking towards You Wuming and Sang Yuan.
The appearance of Emperor Yun was plain, just like an ordinary old and faint emperor.
"Here." Old Yundi smiled, "You Wuming, I really underestimated you."
You Wuming lazily folded his arms: "Giving up resistance, will you grab it with your hands?"
"No—" The old Emperor Yun stretched the tone very long, "How is it possible, that's impossible. It's up to me, Yun Yi's life. You turn around now, leave here, shut the door for me, and be in peace with each other. If not, I will take the overflowing power of fate in the cauldron, and turn my aging body into a big fire-boom! It's over together."
Sang looked at the tripod with strange eyes.
You Wuming said: "I came here all the way, but I actually wanted to ask you about the usage of Tianyanjing."
Old Yundi smiled gently: "In fact, the usage is very simple. Put your hands up and think about things in your heart, and you can sense the energy. But then there is no destiny in the mirror, so you need to use resonance to extract energy from underneath. To provide it, it was a little troublesome, and it was necessary to raise the group of people from the Temple of Heaven to help. Later... it's useless, it's already broken."
Sang Yuan understood that when the old Emperor Yun first got the Tianyan Mirror, it was like a mobile phone with a little battery. The old Emperor Yun could use it and check a lot of information. Later, the battery ran out, so I could only use it in the Temple of Heaven while charging it while using it at full power, so I used it up.
Sang Yuanyuan said, "So I learned from Tian Yanjing to make this black iron pot."
Old Yundi raised his eyebrows: "The little girl is very smart."
"Then do you know what the transparent energy light body in the giant cauldron is?" Sang Yuan asked.
The old Yundi was stunned for a moment: "The younger generation is terrible. I have never met a few beautiful and thoughtful little girls. If you ask the right person, this question, the eighteen states of the cloud, only I can answer. you."
"That is a high-level world race, called Ming." The old Yundi squinted, as if recalling the scene he saw in the mirror. "The light giants standing on top of the earth. Do you know why they are called Ming? Look at Ming. The word, is there a sky above, and below the sky, there is a head as big as the sun, with a neck and limbs under the head. Ming, is such a big thing, a finger must be a thousand miles long."
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming glanced at each other.
Emperor Yun said: "The people of that world are amazing. Ming was trapped by them and could not move for tens of thousands of years. He continuously provided resources and energy for people to cultivate and create unimaginable fortresses that could fly to the sky. The underworld demon is the suffering and resentment of the underworld. Once generated, it will pollute the pure energy of the underworld."
"So they cut off a section of Ming's body, cut off the flesh and blood, leaving only the bones, and put it into an inferior world like ours, and set up traps. Ming's pain and resentment will be attracted by this broken bone and projected into our world, that is. An overwhelming underworld!"
Sang took a deep breath: "Then what are we?"
"What?" Old Yundi smiled mockingly, "It happened to be a mouse born in the trash."
"You want to get strength and get out, don't you?" Sang Yuan asked.
"Yes." Old Yundi smiled, "You are right. Who is willing to be a mouse for the rest of his life? Of course I want to go out and have a look."
You Wuming nodded: "You can't see it anymore. In the future, when I and Sangguo occupy those sites, I will remember to serve you a stick of incense and let you know."
Emperor Yun squinted his eyes darkly: "You Wuming, did you forget what I said just now? Do you want to die together!"
He pressed his hand heavily on the black iron cauldron.
You Wuming looked indifferent, and slowly drew the big black knife from behind, the tip of the knife ignited with black flames, and the corners of his lips had a mocking smile as he approached step by step.
"Ha! Wow! Then die together!" Old Yundi suddenly opened the black iron cauldron.
I saw that there was no colorful power in this tripod, but a black flame that was exactly the same as that of the sword of You Wuming.
The golden crown on Old Yundi's head was all startled: "How is it possible! It is clearly the power of fate drawn from the ground, how can it be transferred!"
Sang looked at him sympathetically: "There is no adjustment. It's just that You Wuming has replaced the'mandate of heaven' and has become an existence that is difficult for you to understand."
The colorful flames in the giant cauldron have been ignited by You Wuming. The old Emperor Yun used the resonance to absorb the power in the cauldron, and naturally only the black flames of You Wuming would be attracted.
You Wuming controlled the old Emperor Yun with three strikes and five divisions, abolished the cultivation base, and threw it aside.
"Sangguo, let me try if I can use the power of the bone to repair the Tianyan mirror."
You Wuming took out the broken lenses, placed them on the ground, carefully put them together one by one, and then covered the black iron cauldron back, bursting out black flames, causing resonance.
Sang looked at the focused You Wuming from a distance, stared silently for a while, stood silently beside him, protecting the law for him.
After a long time, You Wuming let out a long breath and slowly opened the black iron small cauldron.
I saw a smooth and clean Fang Jing lying quietly under the tripod.
Tian Yanjing has been repaired.
Sang Yuan reached out his hand to touch it, but was stopped by You Wuming.
He said: "No hurry. Send the ancestor back to Yunzhou first."
At this moment, Sang Yuan could not see through this familiar man.
Between his beautiful eyebrows, there seemed to be a little more ethereal light, the kind of godlike indifference she had seen in him.
She was a little nervous.
You Wuming didn't treat Old Yundi harshly. He bought two Yunjian Beasts, he and Sang rode one end far away, and Old Yundi rode the other end.
You Wuming is silent all this way.
Sang Yuanyuan vaguely felt as if he was expecting something.
She didn't ask. Because the atmosphere at the moment is not suitable for whispering. The biggest advantage of her is that she knows how to observe words and colors. When others obviously don't want to speak, she is definitely more like a dull gourd than him.
The two escorted Old Yundi to Yunzhou.
Upon hearing the news, Yun Xuzhou greeted him, and You Wuming handed the person to her, without a word of confession, and went straight to Tiandu—their new home with Sang.
Along the way, he still didn't say much, except when passing by some famous food cities, he would stop and ask her whether to eat or not, he didn't say anything extra to her.
Sang Yuan found the illusion of a cold war with her boyfriend inexplicably.
Seeing that she was approaching the imperial capital soon, Sang Yuanyuan finally couldn't hold it back anymore, she turned around and grabbed his clothes, pursing her lips pitifully.
"You Wuming..."
He was looking into the distance with empty eyes.
He lowered his eyes when he heard her calling him. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly a jade slip lighted up.
It is Yun Xuzhou.
She said that the prisoner Yun Yi (Lao Yundi) murdered the Yun clan in the Eyun state law, and the crime was inexcusable and sentenced to Bing Lingchi. After the execution is over, she will rush back to the imperial capital to deal with the enthronement of the new emperor and the wedding of the empress.
You Wuming was silent for a while, and his thin lips moved slightly: "The executioner, is it Yun Xuyang?"
Yun Xuzhou paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and replied: "Yes. According to the labor I originally arranged for Yun Xuyang, this should be the last executed prisoner in his hands."
"What a coincidence." You Wuming said in a light tone.
"Yes." Yun Xuzhou sighed, "It feels like a kind of reincarnation or destiny."
The jade slip is broken.
Sang Yuan was stunned.
You Wuming's dark eyes moved and looked at her, with a smile on the corners of her lips: "Little Sangguo, what did you say to me just now?"
"Have you been waiting for this news?"
"Um."
"So..." Sang Yuanyuan only felt his scalp tingling, "everything, back to the original point?"
At the beginning, the old Yundi saw the'foresight' that he had died in the hands of his descendants, and he kicked off the prelude to this change of soul and life.
After going around, he still had a destined ending.
Sang understood it from afar.
You Wuming deliberately didn't mention a word, and only handed Old Yundi to Yunzhou. His purpose was to see the power of Destiny with his own eyes.
He looked at her without saying a word.
Sang Yuan was staring at him a little hairy, and he faintly understood: "You Wuming, you are worrying about me. After Tianyanjing is repaired, I can help you find your mother. You are afraid that I will never return. is not it?"
"Forget it." In You Wuming's extremely dark eyes, a firm light gradually lit up, "What will she do when she comes back? It's a mess. Little Sangguo, it's not worth the risk."
"But I really want to go back and take a look." She looked at his face carefully, "Suddenly he was struck by lightning at the time. I don't know if I was still lying in the intensive care unit and wasting resources. Do you know, I make money in that world? A lot of money, there is no time to spend it."
You Wuming: "..."
She gently shook his arm: "Let's take a look first, go if you are sure, forget it if you are not sure."
In this matter, she also has her own persistence and is unwilling to give up easily.
After all, it was a woman who had the same experience as her. After all, it was his mother.
After all, Jiang Yanji is different from her, Jiang Yanji is very likely to remember the things of this world, otherwise, how could he have written that book
The woman who glows white when breastfeeding, she must miss her husband and children very much. Isn't she going crazy
She must do this for him.
You Wuming didn't speak, only stretched out his arms, hoop her tightly in his arms.
He called her slightly out of control.
"Little mulberry, my little mulberry..."