Chapter 7： Show off the golden finger

Sang held his cheek with great interest.

She knows that no one here can stop the lifeless. In this book, he pulled out his knife and said that he wanted to kill Jiang Jinyuan, and then he killed Jiang Jinyuan. Han Shaoling was completely helpless.

As far as dreams are concerned... Sang far felt that Han Shaoling at the moment should also want to unload dreams without worry.

It's just that... the male and female host should not be so easy to die.

Meng Wuyou fell down in front of the lifeless table case, the skirt turned upside down, revealing her half calf like a white lotus root, and she could not cover it.

Seeing the assassination hopeless, the dream worry-free, sad, angry, desperate, turned his head and shouted at Han Shaoling: "Yu Wuming lost his conscience, killing innocents indiscriminately, it is unreasonable! Han Shaoling, you are still not a person! Such a demon is in front of you, Can you still eat and drink with him without changing your face?! If you were a man, kill him today! Revenge for those who died!"

Han Shaolin was shocked for a moment, his lips moved slightly, Sang far felt that he was saying-are you ill?

You Wuming has stepped on the table case with one foot, heard the words, laughed lowly, and slowly raised the **** knife that was half a person long in his hand.

At this moment of life and death, a shadow-like person suddenly jumped out from behind Youyou, kneeling in front of Mengwuyou, and shouting, "Master, keep people under the sword!"

Sang raised an eyebrow from afar, looking at the golden finger that turned out.

This person knew that You Wuming didn't have time to listen to his careful explanation, and immediately lifted up the trousers, and asked You Wuming to look at his furry calf.

Youmei's corner of the eye jumped clearly twice.

This person suppressed the excitement: "Master, she and she are the sisters who accidentally lost when they escaped from chasing!"

Sang looked away, and saw a three-inch crescent moon birthmark on this person's ankle, with a strange shape, like a crescent on fire. In the same position, Mengwuyou also has a mark of the same paragraph.

Therefore, Jiang Jinyuan was absent, and he fell without worries, revealing the calf's birthmark, and was seen by his brother... What is planB? !

Dog blood, dog blood! Forcibly continued life is OK?

Needless to think and know, this ‘brother-in-law’ must be the big red man around You Wuming, who will give him a little affection even if he is abnormal.

I saw You Wuming narrowed his eyes, and retracted his feet on the table case. The long knife returned to the sheath, and his tone was impatient: "Uh."

I saw that the man tapped several heads toward You Wuming, turned around, and smiled kindly at the dull dream, "Sister, you must have forgotten your brother? It doesn't matter, it's not forgotten What a bad thing!"

Dream looked at this man without worry, his face was covered with daze and incredible, unconsciously muttered: "No, you executioners, I have nothing to do with you!"

An ethereal smile floated on the man's face: "Live well! Live, let the bloodline...continue..."

Sang Yuan listened to this man's words and was a bit wrong. Before he had time to wonder, he saw the brother draw a knife in his backhand, slash his sword, and splash five feet of blood.

Sang was stunned for a long time. She thought she was going to play a sticky, greasy, crumbling drama. Why do brothers and sisters know each other to have a headache and cry? Flying vinegar or something, did not expect this man to die and die.

"Sang Wangnv," You Wuming explained to her with a hearty smile, "I am here, the rules are like this. Life for life. Simple and fair? Do you like it?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Afterwards, the palace attendant had dragged Meng Wuyou out, and the corpses on the ground were quickly cleaned up by the desperate people-Hanzhou did not dare to move the desperate people, even the dead.

There was a repressed and dull atmosphere in the hall.

Han Shaolin took a deep breath, and a deep voice echoed in the hall: "Youzhou King, Sang's solitary wife, please pay attention to your words."

You Wuming laughed with a trembling body.

For a long while, he leaned forward with his hands on the table, half-jokingly and half-seriously said: "Pu is not guilty, he is guilty of sin. King Hanzhou has only one life."

Halfway through, my eyes seemed to be ignited with two green fires, and the tone was faint, a threat from Yin Yun and Chi Guo naked.

Han Shaoling was angry, but he knew that he must not turn his face with You Wuming at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Han Shaoling smiled on his face: "Yes, life is very precious. Youzhou King is a thousand miles away to help me smooth out the evil in Hanzhou, but you must take care of your body. In the west, Gu Ke could not explain to the emperor."

You Wuming looks even happier: "Demon, what is it."

He picked up the pot on the table case and drank himself with pleasure.

He doesn't seem to remember that he still has a sister like Youyingyue.

Han Shaoling gradually realized that something was wrong.

No matter how fearful Yingyue is, you will never be absent on this occasion. He also needs You Yingyue to perform a long-awaited reunion drama, pull him, stand with You Wuming for a while, so as to release a clear political signal to the outside world.

However, it's been so long since the banquet, why didn't Youyingyue come yet? ! What should happen...

There was an unthinkable thought in his heart, Han Shaoling's pupils shrunk, and he suddenly turned his head and looked towards Sang far.

Shouldn't she retaliate against Yingying without permission? !

Shocked, Han Shaoling's scalp felt numb and could not cover his expression.

Sang fared his eyes, his lips slightly curved, and he smiled calmly at him.

Han Shaoling couldn't tell the meaning of this smile for a while-was he conscientious? Is there any fear? Still not aware of the meaning of inspection in his eyes?

He took a deep breath, only to feel that the mess that had been stuck in his chest recently seemed to be more chaotic. Recently, I have been feeling impetuous and anxious at this moment. At this moment, anxiety has arisen, and I seem to hear the noise of dreams without worry...

Yes. His mind suddenly froze.

Since I was fortunate to have that dream and worry-free, from time to time, I have chest tightness and shortness of breath, and occasionally tinnitus and auditory hallucinations. This is a very unusual thing for a strong person with a clear vision. It's just that there are so many things in these few days that I can't take care of this little problem.

Before he could understand, the noise around his ears was getting louder.

The hand hidden in the wide-sleeve gently shook, only to feel that the numbness of the chest was pulled out, and turned into a wicked fire, rushing down without any return.

It's like taking some strange medicine!

There was a roar in Han Shaoling's mind.

The opposite Yumie seemed to feel his heart. The white robe and the handsome young man raised his cup and smiled and said: "King Hanzhou, this man, I have no taboos. You know it. The one who died just now It’s actually a survivor of the love clan. If the fake is his sister... hey, I hope there’s no scourge of any unlucky ghost."

His eyes were full of gloating.

Han Shaoling gasped.

There are three major aliens in Yunjing, which are not tolerated by the world. As early as a thousand years ago, the incumbent included the three clan on the Qing suppression list and called it three evils. After being washed by blood for more than a thousand years, the three evils are almost left to legend.

Love is one of the three evils.

Once interacted with the person of the love family, they will be infected with no solution, only he/she is the antidote.

Greedy for a while, tied for life. This is the biggest golden finger of dream care.

Sang Yuan knew that Mengwuyou was a loved one. From the beginning, she knew clearly that it was impossible for Han Shaoling to get rid of dreams, and these two people were destined to be entangled to death.

Therefore, she deliberately joked halfway that if she found that Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou had broken wires, she would go back to Sangzhou and have nothing to do with him.

The marriage between the two countries wasn't because Sang wanted to separate from each other. She could only seize every bargaining point and make Han Shaolin more and more guilty to her so that she would not be too passive.

Unexpectedly, this incident was directly pierced.

Originally, she wanted to wait for a good show-Han Shaoling found that she could not hide her dreams and secretly meet with her after she found that she could not leave her dream free.

When the ‘accidentally’ breaks, it’s bound to be a great jump.

Pity.

Sang Yuan continued to watch his nose and his heart. Now that the matter has been put on the bright side, let Han Shaoling worry about herself, how to persuade her to accept that he has to continue to spoil the dream of worrying about it.

Fortunately, she had no feelings for the man at all. By this matter first, let him not get close, and then watch the changes, take a step by step.

She tilted her head and gave Han Shaoling a light look.

Han Shaolin did not care about Sang Yuan for a while.

His chest undulated violently, his fists clenched white, and there was a terrified horror in his eyes-how could he not be surprised? Fang Cai, Meng Wuyou almost died. If she died, there would be no cure for his poison.

He has to be buried with her!

After the horror, anger flooded his mind like a tide, and at the same time, he thought of another thing.

He calmed down quickly.

He moved his index finger.

A shadow-like man immediately knelt behind him on one knee and whispered, "What did the lord do?"

"Take that dream worry-free..." Han Shaoling's voice was irritated, "Cut off the nose, tongue, and limbs, irrigate the washing fluid, and bind it to the couch in the Qingliang Temple. Remember, you can't hurt her life. She has a long life."

Qingliangdian is the place where Han Shaoling used to house the golden house.

The tone is flat and the voice is not high or low, just so that Sang beside him can hear from afar.

Sang far felt only a numb scalp.

This is the king!

"Sang'er, come here." Han Shaoling called.

There was a **** smell in his voice.

Sang took a deep breath, got up quietly, walked to him and sat down.

"In this way, wouldn't you blame me for breaking the oath?" He stared at her tenderly. "Sang'er, believe me. I will never have a little bit of affection for such a thing. It is only occasionally used to detoxify. ."

Her voice was dry and dumb, just like when she was poisoned by wood: "It's cruel."

There was a cold smile on the corner of his lips: "Dare to use my body to calculate me, you have to pay a price. Sang'er, there is no need to plead for that kind of thing, no one is pleading."

Sang was so shocked that he seemed to underestimate Han Shaolin.

"Sang'er," Han Shaoling said in a deep voice, "Come with me tonight?"

Interrogative sentences were used, but there was no room for her to resist.

He said: "Your body has not recovered, I will not move you."

He wrote clearly in his eyes.

I only rubbed.