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

Chapter 22? I Think Too Much

"Little Mulberry, I want to..."

He murmured low in her ears and his breath was burning.

Sang couldn't help but ask: "It won't be able to endure this way. How did you get over all these years?"

You Wuming was like stoking a dead hole, froze for a while, and twitched her head sideways, sneering: "What do you think, little mulberry, I will lack a woman?"

Sang "Oh" from afar, he slumped his head down, said, "Yes. You are such a good Lang Jun, what kind of woman do you want?"

Her little head dangled and her tone dropped, "I think too much."

You Wuming's eyes twitched, her lips twitched a few times, and she held back for a while, holding out a word: "Uh!"

"So..." Sang was very low and honest. "You deliberately scared me. How can you be like the little kid who has never seen a woman, even for a few days."

Youming: "..."

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but at this moment, he could only say—

"Oh, naturally it scares you."

Sang was far from being careless, she was still in a gloomy look, raised her eyes and looked into the distance, and quietly diverted the topic.

She said: "Underworld has leaked a lot to the interior, and I don't know how many tragedies have been brewed."

You Wuming said: "No. Han Shaoling's reinforcements should almost arrive. I should also withdraw."

She felt his voice lingering, but she could not help but glanced at him again, seeing him with empty eyes.

There was a weirdness in her heart. Suddenly shivered.

Everyone knows that the sky wants to die in death.

He is like a brick. If he is against it, the remaining seventeen states can raise the banner of justice to fight him; if he does not, his strength will be weakened a little bit, and he will be cut with flesh and blood.

What You Wuming got was nothing more than a series of gorgeous and grand titles.

Today, Youming's strength is greatly damaged, if Han Shaoling is determined to leave him...

Who can kill You Wuming, although he will not receive a public praise, but in private, he will be able to get a huge benefit.

"Xiao Sanguo," You Wuming stared at her with a twisted and weird look, and her finger slowly lifted her chin. "Are you sympathizing with me? What do you think, depending on Han Shaoling, I can't stay with me." "

When talking, you saw that Youjun had packed up her clothing quietly and set off towards the south.

"Yu Wuming," Sang said from a far inadvertent, "Don't you consider using me as a bargaining chip, let your father **** you back to Youzhou? If Han Shaolin really took the chance, I'm afraid..."

You Wuming raised her eyebrows: "Why don't I raise my head in my life in front of Yue Zhang!"

The proud light in his eyes almost swayed Sang Yuan's eyes.

She felt that she might have a little Stockholm, and at this moment, she was thinking very strangely in her heart-"Does he really want to marry me?" '

The marching speed of the Youzhou Army once again made Sang far jaw-dropped.

They showed amazing fighting qualities, even after just such a tragic battle, with so many wounded, and lost most of their mounts, but the speed of travel was not even slower than the regular army that Han Shaolin brought to the west. .

Many times, Sang Yuan saw a whole piece of dust rising from the horizon, but under the guidance of the lifeless, the tens of thousands of Youzhou Army, like a ghost, again and again strayed with the regular army of Hanzhou Pass by.

Three days later, You Wu Ming Shun Li passed the Ju Lin Pass without any defense, left the Hanzhou border, took the Sangzhou, and then went back north to Youzhou.

Sangzhou is really like the imagination of Sang from far away, there are large groups of green everywhere, and at a glance it feels alive. There are a lot of silkworms here, and there are busy strong men and beautiful spinning women everywhere in the mulberry forest. It is a treasured place with simple folk customs.

In such a place, spending the rest of her life calmly and calmly is the most ideal arrangement in her mind.

"Homesick?" You Wuming asked quietly.

Sang nodded far.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her hair and said quietly: "Take you back later. Wait for me to heal the wound. Otherwise I can't beat those two."

He refused to tell her where he was injured.

He wore black fine iron armor, and Sang couldn't see it from afar.

A guard came from a distance, swept to the edge of the short life, and gave several jade jades to You Wuming.

At this time, the army had just arrived at the first important town on the border of Youzhou to cross.

You Wuming ordered to rest here, he handed over Sang Yuan to a few sturdy wives who were responsible for cultivation, and then hurriedly went to the study with the jade jade just received.

I don't know if it's over hearted, Sang feels that he seems a little excited. She even had some doubts about whether the jade jade was sent in good condition.

A few women said nothing, made a bucket of hot water, ignored Sang Yuan's protest, and cleaned her like a piece of meat, wiped off the water drops, and then wrapped it in a thick silk cloth, and moved to the place. A bed in a large bedroom that was temporarily cleared.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Say good or bad?

After the wives left, she carefully peeled herself out of the silk cocoon and was about to leave the bed to find clothes. She only heard a squeak and the room was pushed away by the two waitresses. With his head down, he walked in quickly with the tray in his hands.

As she approached, the waitress lifted the tray halfway, and saw that there was a set of black cloth hidden under the tray.

Sang was far from intuitive, and just about to open his mouth, he saw the waitress raised her eyes full of tears.

Linggu!

She covered her mouth.

"Hush." ??Linggu gestured, gestured for the help of another person around him, quickly changed Sang's clothes far away, and then turned her back on the back, skimming out of the rear window.

Suddenly blown by the cool night breeze, Sang Yuan's intellect was lost.

Linggu is here to rescue her, she has been rescued by Linggu!

Successfully escaped the villainous side of the villain.

Just like dreaming.

At this moment, Linggu had taken her through a deliberately opened small door and slipped out of the important town to cross.

The cart pulled by the sixteen cloud beasts had been waiting here for a long time. Linggu took the sang straight back to the car and the cloud beast immediately ran.

Sang was placed on a long and soft cloud couch, Linggu flattened his mouth, kneeling on the couch with one knee, and said, "The queen girl, her subordinates are late for rescue! The king girl is wronged!"

Seeing Sang far froze, Ling Aunt gently stroked her hand and comforted: "The prince does not need to worry, the prince and the prince are stationed behind the mountain ten miles away. They are afraid that the lifelessness is not good for the prince. The subordinates first took out the Wang Nu, and then launched the general attack."

Sang Yuan asked: "Shangdu, who has a spiritual aunt?"

"Yes," Linggu smiled softly, "So the prince deliberately sent out the jade slips, dragging You Wuming here,'negotiate confidentiality.'"

No wonder Youyou grabbed Yujian and ran away.

Would he have such a point or two, wanting to express his heart in front of "Yue Zhang"?

Sang Yuan couldn't tell how he felt at the moment.

The joy of escaping into life is not as strong as she imagined. She unconsciously thought that Youwu found that she was lost, would she go crazy, would she kill people indiscriminately?

The beast car quickly stopped.

Sang breathed slowly, and Linggu got out of the car.

Two pairs of red eyes stared at her at once.

"Daughtergirl!!!"

"Little girl!"

Sang took a deep breath and raised his head.

Sangzhou Wang has seen her under the Great Wall. Looking up close, she finds that the lines on the face of this bearded man are particularly deep, and the crow's feet can catch dead flies.

Sang Shizi, like her, has a very beautiful face, a little female face, but not soft.

Both father and son were riding the red cloud beast, eyes staring at her, tears in their eyes.

Sang Chengyin first jumped from the back of the cloud beast, almost fell in a hurry.

Sang noticed from afar that he was holding a glowing jade jade in his hand.

When his feet landed on the ground, a slightly dumb male voice floated in Yu Jian——

"Very good. Come on, fight."

It is lifeless.

Sang Chengyin tossed Yu Jian at once, and then threw himself in front of Sang Yuan.

The rugged man was timid in his hometown, his hands were shaking, as if he wanted to hug her, but he was afraid to dare.

Sang Shizi also jumped down. He walked to the front quickly. Sang was surprised to find that this brother's size was even shorter than her. He was a very handsome little man.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, girl, Linggu tell us, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize anyone, ah, just go slowly!" Sang Chengyin took back the hand that wanted to pat her head.

"Little girl, did You Wuming bully you?" Sang Shizi raised a ruthless eyebrow, "Brother lay down Shangdu and avenge you!"

Sang shook his head from afar: "Father, brother, don't be impulsive. You Wuming he... didn't bully me. He rescued me from Han Shaoling. He is a good person."

Hearing the words, the father and son jumped in the corner of their eyes.

"Not good." Sang Chengyin laughed stiffly, "Just scolded his eighteen generations of ancestors, hissing--"

"How does the Father King know that I am beside Youming?" Sang was far from being able to recover.

She wanted to ask what happened to the rebellious uncle, but at this moment, her throat and her heart seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and she couldn't help but care about others.

"Hey," Sang Chengyin raised a big fan-like hand and scratched his head. "It was also when I looked back. Such a cute little girl, without blinking her eyes on the battlefield, except for our little mulberry, Who else can there be?"

There is a scout ahead to rush to report-

"Master, you have a lifeless thousand iron rides, come straight!"

Sang Shizi lowered his eyebrows: "Father, are you fighting? The son has 70% certainty that he can leave this madman!"

Sang looked up from afar, and after seeing Sang's father and son, Wan Tieqi was ready to go.

"No, don't." Sang blurted out from afar.

"Little girl..." Sang Shizi stopped talking, and for a while, said, "Even if we don't fight, the madman won't give up."

"Is there still jade jade?" she asked urgently.

Sang Chengyin took out one reluctantly.

Sang came from afar and jumped on the carriage alone.

Her heart was pounding violently and her jade jane hand was shaking tremendously. At this moment, she felt nervous for a long time.

The jade jade was disconnected and the blue light flashed.

"Yu Wuming," she exclaimed softly, "I'll go to Tiandu to settle the agreement. Later, would you please raise your relatives again?"