Chapter 34： Willing to die for you

You Wuming approached with a smile, like a smiling Yan Luo.

It was the kind of smile on TV before the killing.

"Only you are the only one in the world who knows my secret..."

Will only the dead be kept secret forever? Sang was subconsciously wanting to retreat.

She used all her willpower to force down the fear in her heart, and took a step toward you.

"Yeah," she smiled. "It's an honor, I know your secret again. Don't even Agu know?"

"Of course he doesn't know." You Wuming stared at her small face, "Xiao Sanguo, you are obviously afraid, why don't you step back?"

Not only did she not retreat, she even rushed into his arms.

At that moment, she had a clear illusion that he and she were the same pole of the magnet, and when she rushed to him, she overcome a powerful repulsion.

She hugged his waist tightly and buried her face in his chest.

"I said I will be with you." She shuddered. "Not even hell, let alone Jiang Yanji and Huang Fujun."

You Wuming was obviously stunned: "Xiao Sanguo, what I am talking about is not something else. Are you--are you afraid of me?"

"Why should you be afraid of you?" She looked up at him. "You were good, you were good... It was the bad guys who harmed you, and you did nothing wrong. Why should I be afraid of you?"

Tears fell in her eyes.

"Ah..." You Wuming sighed, "Yes, you are still crying in front of Ming's grave. Xiao Sanguo, you are such a strange guy. We are dead or alive, what is your relationship with you?"

"I feel distressed." She sobbed and said lowly, "I previously thought that if the young son is still there, Aguding will protect him for life and joy. I didn't expect it to be you."

She clasped his body tightly, raised her head, kissed his proud and perfect jaw, and murmured: "I will practice well, accompany you, and kill those enemies."

"Yeah, kill them all." You Wuming smiled lowly.

Her eyes fell on his face hesitantly: "But, how did you hide all the people and become the king of Youzhou?"

You Wuming stared at her for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "This secret, I want you to exchange it with your body."

Sang blushed far away.

You Wuming laughed, grabbed her, grabbed her short life back, pulled the reins, and took her back to the caravan outside the canyon.

After an hour, You Wuming and his party finally reached Tiandu.

The treatment of merchants and royals is not the same, the team lined up outside the city for a whole day, only to wait for the opportunity to enter the city.

After washing away the dust, the crowd set foot on the white agate road and entered the trade fair.

You Wuming received the news that Huang Fujun remained in the imperial palace and left Beijing for Dongzhou three days later. There were frequent battles on the Eastern Front. He also rarely took the opportunity to come to Tiandu to accompany Jiang Yanji for a few days.

Of course, this is not the case to the outside world. The King of Dongzhou only had military matters to discuss with the emperor.

"Xiao Sanguo, go shopping!" You Wuming happily grabbed Sang Yuan's arm and dragged her out of the car. "You must not have taken the lotus fat, right?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

He smiled smugly: "I knew that you didn't feel a little bit conscious!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She was very tired and confused at the moment.

He dragged her, found the shop in Baizhou, bought a dozen boxes of hibiscus fat, put it in a small bag, and carried it on his back.

"Unfortunately, my father-in-law has returned to Sangzhou." He shook his head gently. "Otherwise, he can still find him a marriage contract and get married on the spot."

Sang Yuanyuan: "Actually girls are eager for a grand wedding ceremony, really."

"No, no, I know Xiao Sanguo is not such a vulgar person." He took her by the shoulder.

"Sorry I'm so vulgar."

"Oh," he smiled brightly, "the layman doesn't have that vision. Fancy me."

She twisted her head to the other side.

In fact, she really did not expect any wedding. She and Youwuming are not in normal love marriage. She is holding her head in her hands and playing with the snake. How can there be the kind of thoughts of the little girl's family?

It has always been said to be a relative, but it is also a way to slow down. She was just not ready to have a more intimate relationship with him.

She sighed quietly and glanced at the burden of hibiscus fat behind him, feeling her legs soft.

After walking through a street made of gold and jade, Sang suddenly walked far away.

She saw a very familiar figure.

Wearing a veil hat, half of the gilt mask can be seen under the veil.

Dream worry-free? Why is she here?

Sang felt as if he had passed away from afar. The last time I heard this woman's news, it was Han Shaoling's ruthlessness that caused her to ruin her face and only used her as a detoxification tool.

Could it be that she finally realized everything and fled Han Shaoling's side?

But Han Shaoling was poisoned. How could she let her go?

Sang looked away from afar and saw Meng Wuyou followed by several Han Shaoling's guards, and a group of people hurriedly chased beside a man who had lost his soul and kept talking.

Without taking a few steps, the man reluctantly followed Meng Wuyou and walked into a classically decorated teahouse.

Sang stared at the wall-climbing tiger outside the teahouse far away for a while, then turned his head to Youwu and said, "I'm tired. Is it okay to have a tea here? Do you still have money?"

You Wuming laughed: "If Xiao Sanguo fancy this tea house, I will buy it."

She took his arm into the tea house, packed a classic and elegant compartment, and cooked tea slowly.

Parthenocissus swayed in the carved wooden window mullions, and Sang soon captured the dream-free voice.

——"Help, save the King of Hanzhou, okay? You know, he is a big hero, and he was seriously injured in order to kill a very bad and very bad person. He is going to die, don't you be patient, let this be Did a hero die? If something goes wrong, the people of Hanzhou will be displaced!"

Sang far moved. Han Shaoling is dying? Didn't expect that Wu Wuming's blow caused him such a serious internal injury? Meng Wuyou This is the day to come to seek medical treatment for Han Shaoling? Could it be that this desolate man can't do it?

Meng Wuyou's eager and anxious voice made Sang feel a sour tooth from afar.

She had witnessed Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou's broken case with her own eyes. Han Shaolin's dreaming and worry-free were really scumming, and she madly showed love to other women in front of her, and burnt her mask on her. On her face, she was very abusive.

In this way, Mengwuyou can still ask him for medicine in such anxious way?

Worthy of being the typical protagonist of a scumbag.

Waiting for a while, finally an unpleasant male duck's voice came into his ears.

——"You tell me what's the use of these! I'm not a healer, I'm going to see a doctor if I'm sick, little girl, it's done, you just said that if you come in and drink a cup of tea, you'll get me a piece of gold. !"

——"I know you are a tribe. If you want to save, you can save it." Meng Wuyou said straight away.

A moment of silence.

——“Ha! Hahahahaha! You’re crazy, little girl, ah, no matter how you are, pull a person on the street, and say that people are three evils! You’re not sick!” The man’s voice was obvious Unstable.

——"Your wife has told me everything! Ning Hongcai, you are gambling and lost your child's medicine money. Do you know how worried your wife is? She was trying to sell this news into Fortunately, I was stopped by the imperial palace. If not, you have already been captured at this moment!" Meng Wuyou said.

——“No, it’s impossible! How could Meng Niang betray me! I, I bet money, I’m making more money to treat the doll! I don’t want to lose, I don’t want to lose...” Man Crying.

——"Ning Hongcai, you are in your 30's, and you can't even find a decent job. You only know gambling all day long. Do you have any meaning in your life? You sacrifice yourself to save the King of Hanzhou, and by the way Why don't you do it to save your own child?" Meng Wu persuaded anxiously.

——"Hanzhou King's life is life, is my life not life? Ah?" The male duck cried.

——"And your child, your child has no money to cure the disease, he is going to die! You can live alone, you can change the lives of two people, what a good thing! As long as you promise to save Hanju Wang, I guarantee that your child will get the best treatment!" Meng Wuyou was very emotional.

The man cried with a whimper, and for a long time, he gradually stopped crying.

-"Okay, okay. Give me the money, I will send it back, say goodbye to them, and then go with you." Ning Hongcai compromised.

——"Han XII, you take the money and go with him!" Meng Wuyou's voice was cheerful like a bird.

Ning Hongcai left the teahouse.

Sang frowned far away, thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what race the Ming Clan was.

Sanxie has been punished for more than a thousand years, and there is little left in the world. In the book, the well-known three evils, namely the love family of Mengwuyou, and a witch woman who confused Han Shaoling a few years later.

The Ming tribe is not worthy of having a name at all.

"Yu Wuming," she asked, "you know..."

As soon as he looked up, he saw two dark fires in the man's eyes, staring at her unpleasantly.

"Little Mulberry, what are you thinking about?"

"Do you know the Underworld?"

You Wuming was obviously startled: "Are you thinking about this?"

Sang nodded far.

"Yes, why don't you know." He smiled sideways and said lightly, "The other two tribes are destroyed because they are too bad, and the Ming tribes are dead because they are so good."

So good? Sang far thinks of the dialogue between Fang Caimeng Wuyou and Ning Hongcai, and understands in his heart.

This is a bizarre race that can use its own life to exchange for other people's lives. Not to mention in this world of semi-slavery, which is respected by the strong, even in an era of democracy and peace, such a race with abilities cannot escape the destiny of power.

"Little Sanguo," You Wuming moved closer, "Do you know that when the Ming tribe gives their lives to others, they will be given to that person together when they cultivate their lives."

"Ah!" Sang gasped with a deep breath. "Well, isn't it more coveted!"

"Yeah," Youwu Mingliang said, "So I'm dead. I'll be buckled up with a hat of the evil race."

Suddenly, she felt a little sad in her heart: "It's sinful."

You Wuming chuckled and said: "Xiao Sanguo, are you worrying about the ancients again?"

"Not the ancients, there is one next door."

She said what she had just heard—Meng Wuyou took Han Shaoling's guards in this teahouse, and she had just persuaded a Ming dynasty survivor to follow her to rescue the seriously injured Han Shaoling.

"Oh?" You Wumei raised her eyebrows happily. "Han Shaoling is dying? Oh, I only used seven points of strength. If I knew that he was so bad, I would use eight points of strength, isn't it? He can be cut on the spot!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." blowing, blowing hard. It is best to spit blood while blowing.

"Since I couldn't send him down last time," You Wuming lowered his head and smiled in a dark voice. "This time, I have to work harder."

Seeing the confident and lifeless, Sang suddenly flashed in his mind.

She felt that some clues were slowly connected together.

Her eyes gradually froze.

The female emperor Jiang Yanji gave birth to a child, and was once a man who had nothing to do. Together with Huangfu Jun, she secretly calculated Mr. Ming in the canyon and took the father and son away.

Later, when Mr. Ming died, Jiang Yanji stepped on the road to heaven and became the most supreme woman in the eighteen states of Yunjing.

Therefore, Jiang Yanji's peerless cultivation...was taken from Mr. Ming!

Mr. Ming, Ming and Ming.

He is a tribe!

Sang shivered suddenly.

In his mind, the day when he first saw the lifelessness suddenly appeared, the sentence he said to her meaningfully--

"Sang Wangnv. Here is the rule for me. Life for life. Simple and fair, right? Do you like it?"

Life for life.

No wonder, his tone is so strange.

He is that little son, he is the blood of Mr. Ming and Jiang Yanji. He is also a tribe!

You Wuming noticed the change in Sang Yuan's expression.

He leaned over and put a big cold hand on her cheek.

"Xiao Sanguo, did you find me a secret again?"

His long body leaned over the tea table, protruding his face in front of her, breathing and smelling, his voice low and charming.

"Do you want me to cultivate yourself? Fascinate me, let me be willing to die for you, my life, my everything is yours. Xiao Sanguo, do you want it? Huh?"

Sang raised his eyes far and slammed into his eyes.

The dark pupil is like a deep sea, extremely dangerous, and the bottom of the eyes seems to have a dark star spinning.

This is the blood power of the Wu people!

Last time next to the sacrificial pit of the sacrificial sacrifice, she was shocked by the blood, and she started with an unstable mood. Later, when she saw Shuang'er doing this deceiving technique with her own eyes, she had built a line of defense in her subconscious mind-just like an antibody produced after being invaded by a virus.

She was guarded, and with her calm mind at the moment, she was not confused.

She stared blankly at him. He is both a tribe and a witch...

Under the cruel and crazy shell, such a secret was hidden. He was the Tang monk who walked among the demons and ghosts, carefully hiding his cassocks.

At this moment, Sang saw the fragility of his eyes for a short time. Seemingly the most brutal temptation, in fact, he is desperate.

If even she is also a female monster who covets him, then he will surely abandon humanity as in the book, step into the abyss without turning back, and never look back.

Suddenly there was compassion in her heart.

She slowly raised her face and gently kissed his fragile and lonely lips.

For the first time, she took the initiative to knock off his slightly pointed teeth.

He stiffly avoided.

She stepped forward.

He held his breath, opened his eyes wide, the dark star disappeared in his eyes, and his body shuddered gently unconsciously.

What is she doing...

He subconsciously hid back, but he didn't know when he was caught by her.

The fresh and soft scent of flowers and fruits in his mouth, the little lilac, cool and strange, seems to scratch his heart, giving him a feeling he has never experienced.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been poisoned.

The wonderful time is fleeting.

The binocular woman recoiled a little, her cheeks red, panting slightly, and pressed her forehead against his chin.

He was still stiff and motionless.

"Have you failed to teach you so many times?" She lifted her face, pursed her rosy lips, and snorted him.

Youmei took a sharp breath and gasped.

He found out that his lungs were almost exploding after holding his breath for a long time.

For a long while, he stared at her bitterly and said, "You are done, Xiao Sanguo. Do you think I will let you go."

She smiled shyly: "Yu Wuming, do you want me only? Or Sangzhou behind me?"

He glared his eyes without thinking: "What do you want, Xiao Sanguo, I am not Han Shaoling, of course I want you! What Sangzhou I want!"

She bent her eyes: "So all I want is you. You lifeless, can you still have the whole Sangzhou? You don't want Sangzhou, but me! What do I taste? It’s not the same. What I want your cultivation to do, of course, I want you!"

Youyou stared blankly at her, and her black eyes rolled around again.

It seems completely irrefutable.

Although he doesn't think he is as powerful as the whole Sangzhou, the truth is so reasonable, and there is no big problem.

If she had any feelings with him, he could still be suspicious together, but she reasoned like this, but suddenly dispelled all the doubts in his mind.

He straightened his body sharply and scared her.

"Xiao Sanguo, the person you hate, I will kill it for you!" he smiled happily.

Sang was stunned: "Hey?"

"Don't worry," he squinted slyly. "The first time I met, I saw that you hated the fake."

With that said, he crossed the tea table gently and skillfully, striding outward.

Sang hurriedly stopped him: "She is surrounded by Han Shaolin's guard!"

Yumie coolly crossed her face, pointing her finger at the wooden chair behind her to signal her to sit back.

He said: "So you stay here, don't drag me down. I will return immediately."

Sang bit his lower lip from afar, and sat back.

She has no dreams at all. The woman’s virgin, arrogant, no longer knows how many people have been killed. If she wants to change from life to life, she is not enough to cut dozens of heads.

Besides, Han Shaoling and You Wuming are already dead enemies. The chance of Meng Wuyou's body will surely become an arrow that shoots towards the lifeless.

If you can kill the dream without worries here, it is the best! As soon as she died, even if Han Shaoling could survive the severe injury this time, he would die under the venom.

Kill dreams without worry, Baili is harmless.

Sang was just a little worried about lifelessness. He was injured after all.

When I was thinking about it secretly, I saw the vine move, and the voice of dreams and worries came again--

"Han Wu and Han Ba, you guard outside the teahouse. I want to be alone. It's safe here, and nothing will happen."

Sang Yuan's heart jumped.

At this time, Meng Wuyou actually opened the guards around her? Could it be that the gods help the devil?

Sang exhaled gently, his hands clenched unconsciously. She felt a little nervous.

A moment later, the dreamless voice came clearly--

"Thank you, Father!"

"No," a slightly feminine male voice said, "The night is long and dreamy. Go back to Hanzhou quickly. In fact, why do you have a soft heart and talk to Ning Hongcai about that nonsense. It won't end if you get away."

"Then it is a life, after all, he has to let him be willing." Meng Wuyou's voice was full of joy, "You'er had no parents since she was a child, and she was fortunate to have met her uncle. I really didn’t expect that this time my righteous father could help me find the Underworld, and I don’t know how to repay this kindness. Righteous father! You're so lucky!"

Sang took a breath slowly from afar.

Just father? In the book, Meng Wuyou does have a righteous father!

Like all the mistresses of Mary Su who lost their parents, Meng Wuyou somehow encountered a powerful elder who regarded her as a pro-daughter, cared for her unconditionally, helped her, and the plot developed to the middle and late period. The'unusual' elder dropped the vest.

It turned out that this uncle had a very powerful identity.

He is, Dongzhou King, Huang Fujun.

Huangfu Jun!

Dream Wuyou opened the guard to meet Huangfu Jun!

Sang was far from the heart, hurried to the door.

The slightly feminine male voice said unpleasantly: "Worry, I still advise you to think clearly. I tell you the news that Ning Hong is the Ning clan. I hope you used him to cure the wound on your face. , Not for Han Shaoling’s stink boy! Oh, he treats you like this, are you still determined?"

Meng Wuyou said: "He hates me for cheating him, so he treats me like this. He didn't mean it, he just misunderstood me. Actually, I didn't intend to hide it. I didn't really know that I was a lover... But it doesn’t matter. Misunderstanding will always be solved. I rescued him, and he will treat me well in the future! You don’t believe my vision, righteous father!"

Sang was cold and sweating.

Meng Wuyou and Huang Fujun together!

Youyou must be stopped! immediately!

He was seriously injured and it was impossible to beat Huang Fujun.

She felt tinnitus, the ground beneath her feet seemed to become a soft cotton ball, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

She heard the blood running wild in her body.

She seemed to see the fateful ending in the book.

Knowing the past, how could she have the heart to watch the son of revenge die in the hands of Huangfu Jun?

Sang rushed far out of the box.

Here is the second floor. The antique wooden corridor is circled. She rushed to the corridor, her eyes hurried across the audience, and was fixed in a carved wooden door opened.

The door was blocked by a screen, and Sang saw a piece of clothing from a distance, just bypassing the screen and stepped into the room. It's Yumei!

Sang was trembling from afar, she used all her strength to run over, and almost left a shadow.

Vines also crawled on the corridor.

She heard the dream and worry-free voice-

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"