Chapter 32： Trauma

You Wuming took Mulberry far away and headed south.

He walked a dozen miles, and he grinned suddenly.

"Xiao Sanguo, you said, what did the father-in-law do during the festival?"

Seeing that he was finally willing to speak, Sang was relieved at first, and then sighed: "Father's acting... hey."

Think about spicy eyes.

You Wuming narrowed her eyes and slightly raised her chin, thinking for a while, laughing a few times, thinking for a while, and laughing a few times.

the other side.

Sang Bujin is pounding his father Wang.

It's really hard for this old man to pretend to be decent, and he looks so distressed. At the moment, Sang Bujin still feels that his temple is suddenly jumping and hurting, and in the face of the old man, he doesn't dare to laugh.

Sang Chengming jumped into the abyss after rebelling, and there is no proof of death. No one knows why he did such a thing.

Sangzhou has been investigating this matter, but has never found a clue.

The documents sent by You Wuming gave Sangzhou a wake-up. Since the black hand behind the scenes could forge the documents to frame You Wuming, wouldn't Sang Chengming's rebellion also come from the same party? When I think about the things before and after, I always feel as if I have touched the truth.

Since some people want Youzhou and Sangzhou to die, then, Sangzhou can't naturally drop Youzhou, a brother and a brother!

After receiving the document sent by You Wuming, Sang Bujin personally performed the fencing, and made a fake Wang Ling according to the gourd scoop. It said that Sang Chengming led the army to attack Han Shaoling and You Lifeless.

Sangzhou Wang and Sang Bubu brought these two documents close together and picked the most lively time. They threw out the evidence in public, yelled at the injustice of Youzhou, and disturbed the festival of heaven.

——Sacrifice for a fart sacrifice, Youzhou is wronged, all snow in June! Behind this scene, the black hand is to use the emperor as a sword, first want to destroy Sangzhou, and you want to destroy Youzhou. This is to subvert the cloud for thousands of years.

——Youzhou was wronged today. Who knows who will hurt tomorrow? Provoking infighting like this, and when the next Demon strikes, who else can sacrifice for the human race? Behind this scene, the black hand is to destroy the human race, to destroy the whole territory!

——Ten thousand years of peace, the inheritance left by the ancestors, and the civilization inherited from generation to generation, will be destroyed once and for all!

This is how the Sangzhou King did it.

Sang Bujin recalled the expressions on the faces of Empress Fangcai and the special envoys of the princes of the states.

In this case, it is true that only Sangzhou King is the most suitable.

At the beginning, Sang Chengming led the army to attack the demons Han Shaoling and Youmei, and almost killed the two. Fortunately, Sangzhou Wangli turned the tide and rescued the Han and You forces under the Great Wall. This is a well-known fact.

Everyone knows that Sangzhou King is innocent.

Therefore, as long as Sang Chengming's rebellion and Youzhou's rebels intercepted and killed the Sangzhou King, the two pieces of evidence are bound together, and you can immediately overturn the "iron case" of Youzhou. Look up.

The victim who was intercepted jumped out and called for justice for Youzhou, and there is solid evidence. Everyone looked at it, and every day he wanted to deal with it slowly, he could only issue an decree immediately to stop cutting You.

Just embarrassed the old man, a lot of age, had to sing this big show in public.

"Laugh if you want to laugh!" Sangzhou Wang slapped Sang not close to his head. "Your boy, the bad way of holding a smile is even more annoying!"

Although Sang didn't have a beautiful woman, Sang Chengyin had never distressed him because he was beautiful and lovely.

Sang Chengyin was beaten by the old Sang Wang from chubby to big. After giving birth to a son, he was beaten according to three meals, and he beaten the porcelain doll made of pink and jade made by Sang Bujin into a skinny rough man. .

Sang slapped his head close to his head, and the porcelain-white skin didn't even mean red.

He smiled and said: "Dad, why am I laughing at you, I just thought, helped You Wuming so much, he should have agreed to let the little girl go?"

Speaking of this, Sang Chengyin's face suddenly looked a little bit ugly: "Her son! If you dare to move my daughter's finger, see Lao Zi turning his back on him!"

Sang Bubu thoughtfully: "In fact, think about it carefully. This kind of thing that kills your father is not a pioneer, and this person is very cruel, and he is a hero. Looking at his ordinary behavior, it is not completely useless. ."

He spoke vigorously, not realizing that his old man's eyes were becoming more and more dangerous.

"Huh?"

"If you don't say anything about this, you've always been close to women," Sang Bujin said, "This is stronger than Han Shaolin."

Sang Chengyin smiled: "I am not close to the female, the father, but the younger ones appreciate You Wuming, eh?"

Sang was not close and did not marry a wife, saying that he did not find the person he liked.

"Ah, let's do it," Sang Bujin didn't find that he had dropped a pit, and said casually, "If the younger sister really likes him...Ah, Ao, Ao Dao, you hit me to do what!"

"Father-killer, father-killer! I call you father-killer! Ha! Little Bunny, the hair is long, ah?!"

Sang Bujin was kicked into a beautiful ball.

"Dad spared the baby!"

...

You Wuming took Sang all the way south, and soon reached the junction of Youzhou and Tiandu.

He stayed in a city for an hour, dispatched Youyingwei in batches, and then dressed up, dressed up, and dressed as a team of merchants who transported Youzhou specialty water mushrooms to Tiandu to trade, very low-key toward Tiandu. go with.

This water mushroom is actually a kind of moss. After the rain, it will grow in the dark blue stone cracks. They naturally contain many water spirits, and they are very popular among those with strong water properties.

Only these high-quality goods are eligible to appear in Tiandu Market.

There are fewer than twenty people in the shadow shadow guards.

Sang far found that since he was a businessman's follower, they were no longer like monkeys or soldiers, one game after another.

"What are we going to do?" Sang was far from knowing how to understand.

He hasn't recovered from his serious injury.

"Yeah," You Wuming Yi Rong became a businessman with sick seedlings, and he was speechless, "Go and kill Huangfu Jun."

What was said was very cruel.

"You didn't even bring a knife."

Disguised as entering the capital, naturally it is impossible to carry weapons.

Youyou smiled smugly: "Little Mulberry, I am not only a good knife."

Sang thought from afar, and it turned out to be crazy and crazy.

In the Fayou Festival, Huangfu Jun did not send a special envoy, but went to Tiandu in person. Huangfu Prefecture is located in the east of Yunjing, and is separated from Tiandu by Xiaojiangzhou and Yunzhou, and is miles away.

To kill Huang Fujun, this way is indeed the best time to start. It's just that the situation at the moment of You Wuming doesn't look like it can kill the strong like Huang Fujun.

She began to understand a little bit, why he died early in life.

He didn't have the patience to recuperate, as long as he didn't fall, he was always squeezing his body. If you go on like this, there is no need to kill him, and he will not be able to live for a few years.

Sang sighed softly.

If you want to heal the wound, you have to face the wounds. Sometimes, you have to tear them apart, remove the bad meat, and regain your vitality after the most severe pain.

The same is true of the wound on the heart.

...

Merchants do not ride the beasts on the road, so they have to ride in cars.

Short-lived and grievously walked with the four-headed cloud beast. These very indifferent and unwise creatures still wanted to reject this newcomer, and after being cleaned up by him, they walked honestly in front of it.

It was like a shepherd dog, with a long grass whip in its teeth, walking behind them, pumping them up from time to time to prevent them from laziness.

You Wuming leaned close to Sang Yuan's ear and whispered: "Do you also think that short-lived it becomes fine?"

"Um..." Sang said far away, "presumably staying with you for a long time."

You Wuming turned the pair of dark eyeballs twice, and still couldn't tell whether Sang was praising him.

"Yu Wuming." She suddenly looked aggrieved and called him pitifully.

He stunned, shrinking Tongren slightly, staring at her: "Huh?"

"Don't you care about your body at all?" she asked.

His pupils shrank even more, but his face was covered with a cynical smile: "Why, Xiao Sanguo is worried that I can't satisfy you? Ha ha, what do you think, then you only have to beg for mercy, you know? "

She lowered her head and snapped a big teardrop: "You are so badly hurt... I am used to loving you every day, I dare not think, if one day is facing no one..."

He screwed his head to the other side very slowly, very slowly.

She tugged on his clothes gently, and her eyes fell on his shoulders, seeing that the undulation of his shoulders was slightly larger than usual.

Breathing is also much heavier.

She has successfully aroused his empathy.

It’s not just her who is used to kissing and saying likes every day.

He will also get used to it. Once you get used to it, if you lose it again, you won’t get used to it and you won’t accept it.

"Nothing like that will happen, Xiao Sanguo." His voice floated faintly, "I won't leave you when I die."

She leaned her face on his back, arms around him gently.

"it is good."

She thought secretly in her heart that from ‘dead with you’ to ‘live with you for a long time’, I am afraid there is still a long way to go.

However, she has never been afraid of difficult challenges.

Suddenly, he grabbed her arm, turned around, and pulled her off his back.

"Little Sanguo!" He grabbed her by the shoulder and complained with glaring eyes, "You got my clothes wet!"

He raised his thumb, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and then asked the corner of his mouth: "Did you not wipe my nose?"

Sang far wanted to blow him two bubbles.

"Then you promised me to take care of yourself a little bit. Otherwise, I'll wipe you all next time." She leaned back and bargained with him.

When she said the first half of the sentence, he subconsciously wanted to turn his head to escape. After listening to the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but smile with his head down.

After laughing for a while, he looked up to her with perfunctory words: "Good."

Shiny in the eyes. One looks like she can't help it.

Sang had no intention of forcing him too far. This hedgehog was too sensitive. When the wind and grass moved slightly, he would curl up tightly.

"Then let's practice together." She whispered with a smile.

You Wuming chuckled: "Little Mulberry, you just want to take advantage of me!"

"Yeah," she gazed at him, "Is King Yuzhou so stingy, you can't let it rub?"

"Ru rub!" he said impatiently, leaning his head and hiding the smile from the corner of his lips.

He threw up his boots, rolled his knees, and was ready.

Such masters are indeed different.

Sang wanted to settle in far away, he had to adjust his breathing first, calm down his mind, and prepare for most of the day. Sometimes it was like sleeping insomnia at night, and he couldn't get into it for a long time. It was uncomfortable. Who really tried and knew.

Look at others!

After Yuming was destined, the air began to be filled with a touch of woody fragrance.

Sang Yuan felt that if the man had been practicing by her side, she would sleep as long as she nested next to him, and Xiu Wei would surely rise.

Mu Ling Yun is too rich.

Sure enough, finding a girl who is a boyfriend in this department is a smart person.

Sang sat in the thick wood spirit and settled in.

She was surprised to find that after the last accidental planting of a sun flower for You Wuming, her cultivation practice not only wasn't wasted, but there was a sign of advancement!

The pink-green color in the texture begins to appear green, as if the white mist covered above is gradually dissipating, but it is temporarily unstable, so that the layer of white mist will be re-caged back, completely covering the star of green .

The whirlpool of the soulless Yun Yun covered her.

This practice is far more than twice the result with half the effort.

Like she was rowing a boat in the turbulent flow, she was rushed forward by the yoke, and the wind and water were not enough to describe the situation at the moment. It must be said that it was like a tornado to the other side of victory.

Soon, the white mist dissipated, and Sang Yuan's spirit was shocked, and he entered the spiritual heaven. Her mind moved slightly, and immediately a slap-sized sun flower bloomed on the lifeless chest.

When the sun flower was first called out that night, it had only fingers.

It seems that after her cultivation is improved, this special function will also advance.

She was happy for a little while, and then continued to seize the time to absorb the spirit.

While continuing to practice, on the other hand, he threw a dozen sunflowers on the lifeless chest, and planted him closely.

I saw the blue light lumps continually oozing out of the flower disks, which were rich and hydrated, and they fluttered into his chest, and they looked super nutritious.

What's more surprising to Sang is that they are like real sunflowers, following the sun above their heads, slowly turning the faceplate.

When we arrived in the west, we stopped moving.

So Sang knew that it was night.

Sunflower's head has always been facing west.

After a long time, she couldn't help but secretly think, when the sun rises east, will this group of sunflowers collectively come back violently? !

Together with this thought, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, broke into a steady state, opened her eyes, and saw the face of Youyou lifeless.

He changed his face without a perfect face, but the temperament and momentum suddenly grabbed her mind.

She couldn't help but glance at him more.

She has always understood that a truly confident person will have a charm beyond ordinary people when he raises his hand.

And Youmei, in his temperament, added a kind of unreserved destruction that is ready to die with the world at any time, like the fireworks and bubbles that will burst into the extreme and make people burst. Feeling sorry and distressed.

"Yu Wuming, you are so pretty."

She said to herself gently.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Little Mulberry," he asked, "you are seduce me, right?"

He reached out his arm and dragged her towards him.

Mouth muttered: "Do not look at what Yi Rong looks like, such a ugly face, seduce me useful."

The mouth was disgusted, but the body consciously opened her arms to her.

Sang Yuan was about to fall on his chest, and suddenly he saw a ray of sky coming from behind.

She twitched a few times and twitched her lips.

She remembered the sunflower planted on his chest. Should they turn their heads back and forth at this moment, with a faceplate towards her?

It's a bit hard to say...

You Wuming saw her standing still, and immediately lifted her eyes: "Little Mulberry! Could you be scorning me?!"

He also changed his face, and it didn't look good.

He complained angrily: "Are you such a superficial person!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "...Yeah, I just covet your beauty. What about it?"

Hearing the words, Youyou hooked her head, trembling with a smile.

After a while, he looked up and nodded his head, saying: "Very good. At least you like me, not anything else."

She must have looked at him, and suddenly smiled, said softly: "But what hurts me is that you are hidden in the body. Even if it is easy, I can recognize you at a glance."

That strong, fragile and sensitive lonely soul.

You Wusheng body shocked.

She was lying gently on his chest, her soft body with a sleepy body temperature.

He looked down very slowly, and landed on her black hair and neck.

He had an ominous hunch, and if the woman was not killed decisively at this moment, she would definitely bring him unpredictable subversion. She would make his intact and safe world fragmented. She will drag him into the abyss that will never end.

His hands and body were shaking.

The throat knot rolls up and down.

"Sang is far away..." he said dumbly, "you're best, stay away from me."

This was the first time he called her name directly.

His pupils tightened and stared at her from top to bottom.

"You, now, immediately, go. Otherwise, I don't know what will be done to you." His forehead burst out of the blue muscles, and the contents could not be covered.

She poked her head out of his arms.

Not afraid at all, still smiling.

The tenderness in his eyes wrapped him like water, and she said: "Then I and Short Life walked around for a while, and it must also be stuffy."

Having said that, before he responded, he pushed the car door and jumped to his short-lived back.

"Short life, let's go play!"

Short-lived has long suffocated the planed hoof.

It sprang out like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, Sang disappeared far away on the horizon.

You Wuming stared at the two disappeared figures, and for a long while, suddenly lifted five fingers weakly and covered her face.

...

"Short-lived," Sang bowed his body far away, hugged his short-lived, furry neck, and leaned beside its pointed ears, "Your master, it's really hard to do!"

"He is sick!"

She complained loudly.

Short-lived and deep.

"Do you think I can cure him? I feel suspended!"

The wind screamed across his ears, and on the empty Gobi, Sang felt a little floating in the distance.

"You said you and me, why did you meet such a hapless child! It's kind of distressing to be such a guy-short-lived, you run so fast, if you want to run, no one can catch up with you, but you Willing to follow him, right? What's he good for!"

She suddenly remembered something.

In the book, before you die, you cut the tail of the mount and let it roll.

It didn't roll, but the female emperor who rushed to the wound wanted to kill her, and was beaten into flames by Huangfujun.

"Short life..." She burst into tears suddenly.

Crying and shouting, "Don't die. Don't die! We are all alive, okay? Don't die, don't die, You don't die, I don't die, we live together! Live! Live together! good or not!"

He stopped short, raised his head high, and opened his mouth.

"Ou woo woo--"

It made a howl of half wolf and not wolf.

The Yunjian beast turned her firmly off her back. She turned her head, arched her face with the softest white hair on her forehead, and wiped off her snotty tears.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

After wiping, it seemed to suddenly realize what, a pair of dark eyes stared at her nose without blinking, and the expression gradually became very disgusted.

Sang Yuanyuan: "Yu Wuming is right, you are really fine in short life!"

After walking for a while, everyone went back to the convoy.

You Wuming has been adjusted, he lifted the curtain of the car, sitting lazily by the window and waiting for her to come back.

"Do you think you can abduct my short-lived little mulberry?" He looked arrogant. "Don't think about it! No matter where you go, it will come back!"

"Well," she rode on her short-lived back and smiled at him with her small face raised. "Me too, no matter where I go, I will definitely come back and come back to you."

You Wuming was shocked for a moment, and suddenly closed the car curtain.

Sang gave him a very intimate time just for quiet time.

By the time she got on her hands and feet and climbed into the car, the man had recovered his slowness. He lazily carried a bronze pot with **** and poured blue tea into the sapphire cup.

He moved his eyelids, glanced at her, and said, "Know what this is?"

Not waiting for her to answer, he chuckled and continued, "Juice of water spirit mushroom, stewed wood spirit solid jade crystal."

Shui Ling Mushroom Mulberry knows far away that it is the baby he transported to the sky to "sell", which contains the best products rich in Shui Ling essence. She also knew that Mu Linggu Yujing had heard that Sang Bujin said to Sang Chengyin that night when the imperial palace was assassinated, and wanted to **** it from the hands of Fengfeng Wangfeng Bailuan from others.

Must be baby too.

You Wuming just stewed with tea?

Prodigal!

"Is there water spirit and wood spirit inside?" She sat beside him.

You Wuming glanced at her like a fool: "How can there be spiritual essence when it is simmered into soup? The taste is what you drink, understand?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Prodigal X2!

She sighed and took a sip of his glass.

Sure enough, the taste is excellent!

It's a bit like honey jelly, but it is more refreshing and pleasant.

"Did you forget something today?" Youyou asked chillingly.

When the sun rose, he drove her out.

It was too late to say that.

She sipped tea and smiled at him: "Like you like yesterday!"

He looked faint and careless: "Well? Why haven't there been so many in recent days."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Who said it is not rare? who is it? Who!