Chapter 13： Just an accident

In the blink of an eye, Meng Wuyou turned his head down and turned out of the wall stack.

Han Shaoling almost exploded in situ.

He glanced left and right, grabbed the lanyard that had not been completely tightened, and jumped forward without hesitation.

The familiar story was staged again, Han Shaoling grabbed Dream Anxie's ankle, and the two were dangerously hanging outside the city wall.

"Han Shaoling, don't worry about me! Let go, let it go! You will also have an accident in this way!" Meng Wuyu shouted anxiously.

Sang far felt that she was really powerful, and she could still shout with confidence head to head.

Han Shaoling: "..." If I hadn't caught your poison, I would have let it go!

I saw a thick villain spread around You Wuming's body. He smiled darkly, jumped on the wall stack, pulled out a **** knife with his backhand, and cut it cleanly.

The rappelling broke off.

Sang couldn't help but applaud two slaps: "Good job."

Nobb's villain is a treasure on earth!

I don't know if the thirty-foot wall is enough to kill a strong man in the Eighth Heaven. If Han Shaoling was really killed, the marriage contract and the concentric deed would be automatically lifted... Sang is far from thinking.

The strong man in the Lingming Realm can resonate with the same spiritual connotation between heaven and earth. Han Shaoling belongs to gold. He saw that he wrestled his dream without worries and caught it in the bend of his left arm. A bright white light appeared in his right hand, toward The black iron giant wall grabs heavily-

The harsh metal friction suddenly overshadowed the demons' wailing.

I saw a deep groove several feet long above the iron wall, Venus was splashing, and the black iron at the foot seemed to tremble.

The fall of Han Shaoling and Meng Wuwu immediately slowed down a lot.

On the city wall, Han Shaoling’s guards had drawn their swords, and the lifeless people were naturally not vegetarian. The two sides faced each other nervously, but the initiators happily took Sang Yuan’s shoulders and rushed towards the bottom of the city wall. Lowly and excitedly: "Next, next, next!"

Like the avid gamblers in the casino.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Under the city walls are full of demons.

The corpse transport team that was too late to withdraw from the city had already been overwhelmed by the Wraith. Around them, a circle of red Wraith corpses grew higher and higher. The dying squad.

Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou also fell straight into the Demon Pile.

If the lord is in trouble, the South Korean side will naturally not be able to take a close look.

The gate of the city was pulled open. A group of regular troops rushed out of the gate on the beast of the cloud. Tieqi stepped across the earth and rushed to the lord to cover him back to the city.

By the way, the team was rescued.

Sang was far from the beginning of his studies, and his physique did not improve significantly. Standing under the 30-foot wall and looking underneath, it was as if looking down from a thirty-story building. Everyone became a matchstick and could not see clearly.

I saw that the corpse squad that had been besieged for a long time struggled out of the bottom of the corpse and jumped into the cavalry cloud beast.

In a team of more than fifty people, only ten survived.

Wraith's attack was even crazier, Chi Lang was higher than one, crashed over, and many Wraiths didn't have time to slow down, and they blasted directly on the city wall, bursting into a pool of blood.

In this wild wave, the cavalry formation was also crumbling.

Fortunately, Han Shaoling struggled with one's own strength, and killed a **** path with one hand, successfully joined the army, and was returned to the city by being guarded in the middle.

The price is the fresh corpses everywhere.

The sound of the demon biting the flesh and bones spread far away, and some people and the beasts of the cloud have not yet cut off their breath. They issued a high or low chanting tragedy, and the people were tight.

Sang had a numb scalp and a tight body.

You Wuming said "Yeah" softly, clutching her arm, and said, "Hurry up and walk away, the surname Han asked me to settle the bill."

He grabbed her, jumped on his short-lived back, rolled down the city wall like a gust, and went around to the Youjun station in the south.

The temporary palace is made of large pieces of black stone, but it is readily available.

You Wuming pulled the reins and stayed outside for a moment, making sure that Han Shaoling did not catch up, and he resumed his lazy look, making people prepare hot water and meals.

He dragged her wrist and stepped into the side hall.

The silent waiter has prepared a large wooden barrel filled with white mist of hot water, and there are two sets of transparent soap, pure white cotton cloth, and clean clothes.

Sang Yuan's heart was beating in his chest.

Won't he want to bathe with her?

You Wuming grabbed her to the edge of the barrel.

"Yu Mengming," Sang asked from the far corners of his eyes, "Is it true that you want me to die?"

He has begun to pick her clothes.

Hear the words and act.

He stepped forward and posted it in front of her.

He was actually tall, and when the two were close to each other, she was only up to his collarbone, and if she wanted to see his expression, she had to raise her head.

"Are you talking about concentric agreement?" His voice could not hear emotions.

Sang nodded far.

The monarch marries a wife and concludes a consort, which lives in the capital.

A woman who has formed a concentric agreement, if she agrees with other men before she resolves the agreement, she will be bitten by heart poison and pain to death.

Of course, it only constrains women, not men.

If you want to dissolve and leave, you need to get the couple to go to the capital, get the emperor's approval, return the concentric deed, and burn it, it is really a marriage.

When Sang Yuan decided to leave Han Shaoling, he never thought of which man he would have a relationship with.

She wanted to return to Sangzhou to live her life. Han Shaoling's willingness and separation are the best, but if he doesn't want to, he will wait until the big deal. When he and Mengwu worry about life and death, he will have to ask her to make a place for his sweetheart.

Who knows that it will kill you in the middle.

Think again, without him, I don't know where I am now.

She lifted her eyes, her eyes were filled with tears, and her red lips were slightly lifted. She asked again: "You have rescued me so hard, do you want me to die now?"

There was a trace of sharpness in his eyes.

"Yes." He hugged her, jumped lightly, and fell straight into the water.

Soon, several wet clothes were thrown out of the bucket.

His eyes were terribly dark, and his delicate knot rolled up and down, faintly a little bit.

"Don't you like me?" He pinched her jaw with a weird smile on her lips. "Don't it be a happy thing to die for someone you like? Why, are you lying to me?"

Sang was surrounded by him in her arms. She felt that the temperature on him was rising rapidly. Two dark flames were burning in his black eyes. She seemed to see the legendary scene-he was blood and fire The incarnation of the person must burn everything in front of him.

The first to be destroyed was her weak, small body.

He was tall and most of his body was above the water.

Slightly thin, but very powerful, not like a lazy dude when wearing clothes, making people mistakenly think he is weak.

In fact, it is a perfect man, if not a lunatic.

"Dare to lie to me, you will die even worse." The maniac grinned and said to her.

"I want to live for someone I like more." She looked directly at his slightly distorted gaze, stretched her arms, and embraced him boldly. "Even if it's hard to live, I want to live well, for my liking." People add some joy."

She looked up at him with a small face: "You're lifeless, give yourself a chance. I will accompany you to do a lot of interesting things, which is far more joyous than this moment."

He stared at her. Not afraid of him, dare to say that the woman who likes him, he has never seen it, and should never see him again in the future.

The grin on the corners of the lips gradually solidified.

Although he was in hot water, Sang Yuan felt cold all over his body. She gritted her teeth tightly, not letting herself make the sound of teeth fighting.

"Really." He opened his lips lightly as a thin lip moved.

Sang nodded quickly, a tear out of control rolled out and fell straight into the white mist.

"No one can let me dispel my thoughts."

While speaking, he pressed her against the wall of the bucket.

The wave shook, and he deceived himself, pushing her to nowhere.

The temperature on his body was alarmingly high, and his movements were reckless. At this moment, he had no intention of covering up, just like the little beast that was going to be slaughtered for the first time, rushing to the end, seeking nowhere, instinctively looking for happiness.

Sang smiled bitterly from the corner of his lips.

Yeah, You Wuming is such a lunatic who acts simply and neatly, and will never drag on mud and water.

When he threw the dream worry-free, and when he cut Han Shaoling's iron lock, she also called for him.

Now it's her turn. Well, he has to deal with her neatly.

The hopeless struggle will only make the hunter more excited.

"Don't stop when I have a heart attack." She wrapped his neck around her and no longer avoided it. "I hope the joy you gave me can overwhelm the pain of the poison."

It was at this moment that he found the secret door that was never found.

Advance and retreat is only in one thought. He hesitated, his dark eyes flashing violently.

Sang leaned far and kissed his slightly stiff lips.

This time, she smelled him.

It is a bitter floral fragrance, very rich, the kind of desolate and gorgeous taste before it broke.

A tear slipped across her smiling lips, accompanied by lilac, and fell into his lips.

You Wuming gave a slight shock, and suddenly, the army could not be defeated.

...

He confiscated her jade jade and shut her in his bedroom.

His gloomy look scared the dead, pointing at her, and fiercely ordered her not to make any noise to disturb him.

He is going to deal with business in the study next door.

He pretended to be calm and fled in embarrassment.

Sang far felt that this must be the only time in the life of a lunatic who has shown embarrassment.

From time to time she would hear the violent footsteps next door come back and pace.

She did not stay in the bed honestly, but went down softly to inspect his residence.

She knew she would not have such good luck next time.

You Wuming is, after all, a peerless powerhouse—his cultivation practice is already a spirit blazing realm, which is several days higher than Han Shaoling.

The first time, it was just an accident.

Of course, it is not known whether there will be any shadows.

Sang was far from knowing how he later played the full field.

Facing the black eyes clearly floating with infinite annoyance, she pretended to be ignorant and kissed his lips and cheeks, thanking him for letting her go and thinking about their future...

Worthy of being the big brother who has taken the little gold man.

Sang praised himself far from being shameless.