After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

"There is a sacrifice today." He dragged the loose robe, and took off a more formal Xuanyi from the jade frame.

"Little Mulberry, come and change my clothes."

She sat up and wondered: "You haven\'t recovered from the serious injury, and you have to go out?"

"Injury? What hurt?" He stared back at her with a serious look. "Am I like someone who will be injured?"

Sang smiled far away, got out of bed, and fastened his clothes.

There was no clothes suitable for her on his jade stand.

After taking care of him, she yawned and wanted to go back to the bed.

"Little Mulberry," he stopped her, "where are you going?"

"Make up. There are no clothes I can wear out here."

He chuckled and patted his palm.

The waitress came in with a tray, and a set of black clothes was placed on the top of the tray. The texture of the material was almost the same as the one he wore.

It\'s just that his fringe is Xiaolong, and hers is Wufeng.

Although it is casual wear, it seems to be Mrs. Zheng\'s manner.

The waitress put down her clothes and bowed back. You Wuming walked in front of Sang Yuan, his eyes were deep and extremely oppressive.

"Shall I change your clothes?"

She quickly grabbed her clothes and fled behind the screen of Yunwu Mountain.

When she came out with a little bit of shyness, she smiled strangely when she saw his arms around her chest.

"Little mulberry, those clouds are gauze. Transparent."

Sang Yuan\'s face changed a bit.

You Wuming grinned all over her face: "It suddenly appears and disappears, and it feels more graceful. Xiao Sanguo, are you deliberately seduce me."

She turned her head stiffly toward the screen and stared at it for a while, finding that the palace wall behind the screen could not be seen at all.

It is not transparent at all!

"Fool you!"

You Wuming laughed back and forth.

Before she got angry, he had grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her out of the palace.

Short-lived was leaping under the steps, and when he saw the master coming out, he sneezed several times with joy.

Traveling today, You Wu Ming did not bring a knife.

After all, the body is still empty.

Youyingwei is divided into two columns, and the attendants are behind him.

"Why aren\'t you in a hurry?" Sang asked from afar, "Those people frame you for rebellion!"

You Wuming\'s face doesn\'t matter: "Rebel is rebellious."

"But..." She remembered the destruction of Sangzhou in the book.

Every day, there is no need to shoot, send a letter, the own wolves and tigers swarm up, and devour a small state into the abdomen.

You Wuming gazed at her with Yu Guang, seeing that her face was full of genuine worries, he unconsciously raised a corner of his lips, and said to her with a straight face—

"In a while, no one dares to be this early bird."

His voice was bland and indifferent, and Sang far even heard a cruel taste.

She looked at him sideways and saw him squinting in the dark.

It was at this moment that a rider came from the front and hurriedly reported.

"Report to the monarch, Hanzhou King led 100,000 soldiers, and stormed the Yumen Pass! The Yumen Pass was urgent, and it would last for another five days!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Youming: "..."

Yumenguan is the most important town on the west line of Youzhou, adjacent to the border of Hanzhou. Youzhou is different from other states, any fortress is hoarding heavy soldiers.

Sang was far from real, but unexpectedly, it was Han Shaolin who made this early bird. At the moment, there was no news from Tiandu. He did so by raising his flag.

You Wuming laughed.

"Okay." He said.

He pulled the reins and continued northbound.

"Xiao Sanguo, after watching the sacrificial sacrifice today, I will take you to behead Han Shaoling tomorrow."

Sang Yuan only felt that the air was full of blood.

For a while, she discovered that the **** smell was not an illusion. The sacrifice is ahead, and the blood is sky-high.

She suddenly remembered what a sacrificial offering was.

Frightened every year, the eighteen states of Yunjing are going to make a sacrifice for life, take the unblemished girl, infuse a special potion, live vomiting blood to death, and use that pure blood to sacrifice nine strange inland abyss mouths.

Very cruel and brutal customs, with a strong superstition.

For thousands of years, people on this land have believed that if they were sacrificed on the day of Jingle, they could temporarily satisfy the underworld demon and appease the restless abyss.

In the book, Meng Wuyou had destroyed a sacrifice and saved a young girl after being the right wife of Han Shaoling. In that year, the "dark tide" of the Wraith appeared in twelve places at the same time for a thousand years. It was only a little bit.

No one knows whether it is coincidence or inevitable.

Sang is far from knowing.

You Wuming captured her tension keenly.

He bowed over her ear and exhaled gently: "It\'s already dead. I won\'t give you a chance to sympathize with those sacrifices."

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

The sacrifice was done in a big pit. Standing on the edge of the giant pit and looking down, I saw that the bottom of the pit seemed to have a huge, beautiful red pattern, blood fog, and a pale body was being lifted up by someone. Going around, crying and laughing.

You Wuming said: "All are willing. The chosen sacrifice, the family can get rid of slavery. For these people, it is actually a good thing."

"Do you believe it?" she asked.

You Wuming turned her head to look at her.

"Sacrifice can appease the demon. Do you believe it?" She looked back and looked deeply into his eyes.

"If I believe..." I saw an evil smile on his face, "I won\'t do it."

She stared at him staring blankly.

His breath became extremely heavy, covering her ears, and his voice was a little hoarse and excited: "Little Mulberry, you don\'t know how dirty this world is, I every day, I can\'t wait to call it gray!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

This metamorphosis is probably not saved.

He smiled suddenly, with a wicked smile: "I will live well and bury it with my own hands."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

The proper villain, pure.

Can this be broken back?

Just then, the crowd around the girl\'s body suddenly became noisy.

You Wuming pulled the reins lightly, and ran away with a short life.

When I got close, I learned that the girl had a wound with a nail on her forearm. Several white robe priests were frightened. They were investigating whether the minor wound was the old one before the sacrifice, or it was just made when they carried the body. New injuries.

"It doesn\'t work with a single flaw!" The priest was terrified. "In order to keep everything safe, it\'s best to make another perfect tribute!"

Someone immediately pushed another girl to the front: "Adult, look at her, no problem!"

It\'s like selling merchandise.

Sang\'s heart was slightly suspended, looking over. The girl happened to raise her head, her numb eyes stared straight at Sang Yuan, and her eyes seemed to have strange stars turning.

Sang saw the girl\'s mouth moving from afar, as if she was using her mouth to say-\'help me. \'

Her body trembled and subconsciously clenched the lifeless hand.

You Wuming moved her eyelids.

The guard stepped forward to disengage the crowd, and Youyou slowly walked to the nearby place, squinting at the body and saying, "Injuries after death."

Seeing the arrival of the prince, the crowd suddenly knelt to the ground.

"Lord!"

The master spoke, and no one dared to question it.

Since it was a wound after death, there is no need to sacrifice another girl.

The girl who escaped from death knelt on the ground and stared at Sang Yuan until she was dragged down.

Sang Yuan couldn\'t tell the taste in his heart. The **** dark cloud fell on her heart, making her uncomfortable all over. The **** smell in the air made her dizzy, and her breath seemed to be stuck in the mud, sticky and heavy.

It was still early in the morning, but she felt midday sleepy and her eyelids were getting thicker.

She frowned, and suddenly remembered something very wrong. At first, Mengwuyou was supposed to be a sacrifice. If Han Shaoling did not bring her out of the slave camp, she was sacrificed in Hanzhou today. She was the one who was shocked.

However, on that day, before the dream fell to the table of the lifeless, there was a crescent birthmark on the ankle. It was this birthmark that made a Youying Wei recognize her as his lost sister for many years. Life changed her life.

"Is it possible to make sacrifices with birthmarks?" Sang asked, leaning his head far away.

"Naturally does not work." You Wuming didn\'t bother, he replied casually, "no flaws are allowed."

Before the words fell, he lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes deepening gradually.

"Ah, I remember it. That fake is a sacrifice." You Wuming said slowly, "How can there be a birthmark for a sacrifice? Oh, the fake is a lie."

Was Han Shaoling deceived?

He was really moved by the tears shed by a woman about to die.

Sang shook his head gently. Even though her 10,000 do not look at dreams and worries, she has to admit that people like dreams and worries cannot tell such lies.

She must have been chosen as a sacrifice.

So things like birthmarks will grow out the day after tomorrow? At the right time... grow up... save her life?

Sang\'s far-sighted look fell into the lifeless eyes, gradually igniting the dark fire.

"What are you thinking?" he asked lightly.

She was so absorbed that she didn\'t hear.

Youmei bowed her head and covered her ears, saying like hypnosis and deception: "I found Han Shaoling deceived by someone, do you really want to go find him and tell him the truth, eh?"

Sang was confused by his confused thoughts, and she vaguely felt that the man seemed to have exerted strange weird mental tricks on her. She happened to be very sleepy, so she made a move.

"Yeah." She said something dumbly.

The lifeless eyes suddenly colded into the bone.

He raised a big hand, slowly stroking the black dress symbolizing the hostess of Youzhou, and landed on her slender neck, strangled.

"And then?" He continued to exhale gently next to her ear, "Let him abandon that woman, how are you going back to him? Hmm?"

"What woman?" She still had dull eyes, even feeling that her breath was blocked, and her voice was breathless, and said, "Tell him that the person who killed the father and brother is not you."

Youming\'s look changed, and she hurriedly gave her hand.

Before she recovered, he stunned her suddenly and put her in his arms. His eyes were a little guilty.

As soon as he pulled the reins, he ran out of the Wangcheng with his short-lived hoofs, and ran straight to a grassy **** on the outskirts of the city.

He rolled her around, put her on the grass, squatted aside, staring at her.

"Short life." He called.

He came forward in a short life and arched Gong Sang\'s far arm with his nose.

"What should I do?" he muttered. "If she wakes up, will she find that I have blamed her wrongly, and have started to deal with her."

He glanced at him for a short time, his eyes rather speechless.

It remembered one thing. Last time, the master didn\'t know where to draw the wind. Suddenly he wanted to carve a pattern on the tree, but he accidentally got rid of it a little. He didn\'t think about remedy. Split into firewood.

Another time, he kindly helped him to make a log cabin, but the roof was crooked, and the repair was finished. After a few tweaks, he suddenly became impatient and demolished its nest.

Such a guy...

"Otherwise kill it?" He said it.

He squatted on the ground and rocked gently, as if eager to try.

Short-lived sneeze angrily, turned sideways, a flick of the tail lifted Youmei down on the grass.

Youyou was shocked to be genuine.

I saw that the short hairy big **** fell to the ground, and the whole giant was sitting right in front of Sang Yuan.

It was actually a bit of a counsel, a pair of dark black eyes glanced at You, and again at a glance.

One person and one animal looked at each other, and it immediately put on an arrogant gesture, twisting its head to the side. The body is inconsistent.

Youming: "..."

After a stalemate, he stood up slowly and said, "I didn\'t take the knife out of the door, even my short life has turned against the sky."

He tilted his head and complained: "Are you fine?"

Short-lived is quite a bit imaginary, his head drooping a little, glancing down at his master from bottom to top.

"Little Mulberry is mine!" You Wuming stands on her hips, proclaiming sovereignty, "Not yours!"

The short-lived head was lowered, hesitating and wondering whether to let it go.

One person and one animal confronted each other for a while, and the short life was completely counseled.

It was short, with four legs bent and moved to the side.

Although the body is honest, it still carries the last breath of the animal and poses in a posture that it is ready to throw down the dead at any time to prevent him from doing stupid things.

You blinked innocently and sat beside Sang, pulling her up, leaning half in his arms.

After a short observation, he rubbed behind him and made him a pillow.

It knows its owner-this look, it will not kill for a while.

"What did Xiao Sanguo do?" You Wuming grieved and twisted Sang\'s far head, staring at the faint bruise on her neck. "I just touched it lightly."

Rolled his eyes for a short life.

"Oh!" His eyes lit up. "It\'s Jiang Jinpeng\'s old wound! Jiang Jinpeng, I\'m going to kill him."

Short-lived: "..."

You Wuming nodded: "Yes, put it there, and be with it. Let him enjoy it for a while."

The voice is murky.

He narrowed his eyes.

Sigh: "You said, I\'m dying, why wouldn\'t Youying rebel? Follow me, what are they trying to do? If they rebelled, I would kill them all, save one dead today, one dead tomorrow. ."

He touched his short-lived head back: "You didn\'t die last time. You died a hundred times. If you don\'t die, I have to worry about when you die."

Short-lived: "..."

It felt that its owner was a very, very insecure guy, but he would never admit it.

One man and one beast squinted.

After a moment, Youmei slowly lowered his head.

I saw him squeezing a drop of translucent water on Sang\'s hand that was far from his waist.

The woman in her arms quivered gently and whimpered like a milk cat.

She murmured lowly: "Shuang\'er... Shuang\'er..."

The lifeless eyes were suddenly sharp.

Short-lived stretched his head under the claws of lifeless in a timely manner.

He grabbed two of its soft white hair fiercely and smiled lightly: "What are you panicking, this doesn\'t look like a man\'s name."

Short-lived would like to give him a look of contempt, but unfortunately dare not.

"Ah!" Sang exclaimed from afar and opened his eyes, his chest undulating violently.

She looked around froze for a long time before slowly returning to her mind.

She had an extremely real dream that made her unclear tonight.

She shivered and raised her hand, looking at the fingernail of her left ring finger.

"Little Sanguo," came a faint voice behind him, "how old are you and will you have nightmares?"

Sang turned his head slowly away from the distance, staring at him staring blankly for a while, and a bright teardrop rolled in his eyes.

You Wuming\'s expression was a bit cracked: "...when I\'m here, I\'m afraid of anything. What\'s so scary about dreams."

She gently grabbed his lapel, and after a while, her expression calmed down.

"I just dreamed that I would become the sacrificial maiden." She spit out words slowly, as if to drive those memories out of her mind, "The dream started from last night and continued to die today. Every moment, I feel the same ."

You Wuming slowly narrowed her eyes.

"That medicine... completely destroyed the body, leaving only one intact shell, inside, all corroded, vomiting blood, all vomiting light, so uncomfortable." She recalled, "But, even so , Still feel better to die."

You Wuming\'s eyes were colder, and there was a sneer on the corners of her lips, as if she understood something.

"So, the moment I was given the medicine, I quietly cut my arm with my nails, which would be imperfect. They will definitely sacrifice one more person, and the children will not have to suffer until next year..."

She raised her hand and looked again at her clean fingernails.

After a moment, she closed her eyes, inhaled gently, inhaled three times in a row, and then spit out slowly and long. After repeating seven or eight times, she managed to pull her mind out of that suffocating emotion.

"Who are the twins?" Youyou asked lightly.

Sang was slowly out of empathy. She recalled a moment and said, "It is the girl who was almost replaced."

You Wuming\'s lips were slightly curved, and her smile was gentle: "So, after seeing that scene, Xiao Sanguo couldn\'t help but release her own dreams full of sorrow?"

"...Ah." She didn\'t know whether to nod or shake her head.

The details in the dream are too real, every mood, and those encounters...

Also, the feeling of scratching the skin with nails.

She couldn\'t help but looked down at her nails again. A strange impulse keeps on her mind, and she feels that she must confirm it, otherwise it will be hard to release her heart.

"Can you take another look at the dead body?" she asked.

"it is good."

You Wu Lazy pulled her up lazily, hugged her, mounted on the cloud beast, and walked back to the city.

He ordered lightly, but for a moment, the body of the white-covered girl was carried into the vestibule.

Sang opened the cloth slowly, and the girl\'s pale face was revealed.

She took two deep breaths and looked down at the girl\'s left hand.

The fingernail slit...

Dandruff and blood stains remain!

Sang took a breath from afar, his scalp exploded, his heartbeat echoed violently in his mind.

She went stiffly to the other side and gently raised the dead man\'s already stiff arm.

The scratch is exactly the same as the position in her dream.

how is this possible? !

She was stunned in disbelief for a while. Suddenly remembering something, she stood up and looked to Youyou, saying, "Save the two children, okay?"

The indifferent smile floated on the lips of Youmingming: "The next sacrifice, get next year."

She shook her head gently, her expression a little weird, as if she thought she was ridiculous.

But she still said: "The person who is in charge of the "sacrificial offering" is very bad, and does something very, very bad to them."

She pursed her lips and continued to say hardly: "After today\'s sacrifice, the guard was irritated by blood and will definitely torture Shuanger more abnormally..."

You Wuming raised her lips: "But the sacrifice must be perfect. Even if there is such a bad guy, what can he do?"

"It won\'t make all things traumatized." Sang\'s eyes were slightly stiff, and he said word by word.

At the beginning of the dream, she saw it with her own eyes.

The guy with big belly and **** yellow teeth, wanting to deal with her, is the two children hiding her behind her, replacing her, and suffered all kinds of humiliation and torture.

"Oh?" You Wuming suddenly got interested. He caught her in his arms and said happily, "Go and see."

In this land of Youzhou, You Wuming is the **** that dominates everything.

After a while, the two went to the slave camp where the sacrifices were held.

The crowd knelt down on the ground, and if you were silent, they didn\'t dare to get up, nor did they dare to make any sound.

Short-lived, gently and skillfully camel on the two, jumped on the stone steps that came up high, and rammed into the big stone house where the sacrifice was usually taken care of.

Sang saw at a glance that the girl knelt in front of a fat man who didn\'t know what to do, and looked up with humiliation.

You Wuming looked stunned for a moment.

The extremely dark eyes turned slowly.

Fatty Huang Ya turned his head to the side and saw the face of You Wuming, and he was frightened.

After a moment of stagnation, he scared his urine.

The girl was still kneeling numbly, like a walking dead, unconscious.

You Wuming\'s eyes twitched twice, and he bowed his head to command the guard behind him: "Buried."

The guards were about to start, he added, "Buried in the pit."

Fatty Huang Ya was dragged down like a dead body.

The girl slowly raised her head, and after seeing Sang Yuan\'s appearance, she finally got a little smart in her eyes.

"Shuang\'er is willing to be a cow and horse, to serve his wife, and to die for her!" She fell to the ground, and her forehead smashed the floor.

You Wuming thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Sanguo seems to be missing a close-knit girl."

The girl named Shuang\'er was taken out of the slave camp.

Sang called her in the distance, and simply asked a few words. Her heart was completely certain that this girl was the one who appeared in her dream.

This fact is very strange.

Sang thought faintly from afar, could this be fate?

When returning to Wangcheng, Sang was far more sleepy. After supporting her spirit, she changed her medicine for You Wuming and fell asleep on the sapphire couch. She didn\'t want to move.

She knew he stared at her from time to time.

This guy\'s physique is really different from ordinary people. He only woke up yesterday, and today he is a little tempted, as if he wants to do something to her.

She closed her eyes neatly.

Anyway, don\'t expect her to move anyway.

The mind slowly floated up, and just about to fall into a deep sleep, I suddenly heard my own voice ——

"Master today, don\'t you want to?"