Chapter 45： Questioning of the undead

You Wuming closed the wooden box with a lid and received it under the soft couch.

Although he had a completely indifferent expression, Sang was far from feeling his bad mood.

It was clear that he only gently pressed the wooden box, but his knuckles were obviously white, and there were also green bars in his forehead. His shoulders were unconsciously stretched, and the shape of the shoulder blade could be seen under the wide robe.

"At that time, Huangfu Jun was not there. He would not know when the bead was." He said without a word.

Sang breathed lightly from afar, slowly reaching out and covering his back, "Well. We will succeed."

She found that his temperature had disappeared and his body was as cold as ice.

Dongzhou is not cold. It is early summer at this moment, and there is only one cold weather in Yunzhou.

You Wuming whispered to herself: "Isn't it a very unusual thing for a woman like Jiang Yanji to kill his son? Anyway, Huangfu ferried from Huangfujun to Xiaofu and had no affection with her. She killed It wouldn’t be normal to kill him, she would kill him, right, surely, right?”

His eyes became empty, and a pair of black eyes seemed to be an abyss, and he could not see the end.

He rolled his eyes slowly, staring at her.

"You said, would Jiang Yanji kill Huangfudu? She had no feelings for Huangfudu, right? She would not have feelings for her son, would she?"

The voice was murky, light and anxious, as if echoing from hell, the undead questioned.

Sang Yuan gently stroked his face and said, "She will. She only has power in her heart. If killing Huangfudu is good for her, she will definitely kill him."

Youyou fisted the corners of her lips stiffly, her eyes still empty.

His heartbeat is very chaotic, sometimes fast and sometimes stagnant. His forehead burst out again with blue muscles, and his fingers were twitching in spasm, as if he could not restrain the murderousness, he would raise his hand at any time and twist her neck.

She was close to him, holding his face, and gently kissing his cheek.

She tenderly called him: "Yu Wuming, we still have very important things to do...you have to give Jiang Yanji "motivation", and how to present this gift, have you planned it? Hmm? Now It's not time for a break, you're lifeless, wake up quickly. We still have a lot to do..."

He rolled his black eyes very slowly and landed obliquely on her face.

"Yes..." The voice was hoarse. "It's an important thing, I haven't done it yet."

His body leaned forward, leaning her against the pillow.

Like venting his anger, he kissed wildly.

For a long time, he slowly propped up his body, his dark eyes fixed on her belt.

"Want to know my last secret?" He bewitched.

——If you want to know, exchange it with you.

She raised her eyes to see him, and saw that before he was frantic, she loosened her shirt and opened her small and strong chest. Her eyes were very dark, and she was breathing slowly. The corners of her lips evoked a very evil and deceptive range.

She knew that his sanity had not yet climbed out of the dark abyss. After all, the Spirit Pearl has followed him for 20 years, and has long been part of his hatred itself. Today, he decided to send it out. The feeling is no less than tearing a wounded flesh from the heart.

Before confronting Huangfu Jun and Jiang Yanji, she still had a tough battle with him.

She hugged him and sniffed gently.

"Smell me what to do." He asked her jaw and grumbled.

The other hand was already familiar to the place where he had taken hibiscus.

"Like your taste." She leaned her cheek against him gently, rubbed, and said, "I want to have your taste and temperature for a long time, and you are intimate and talk freely..."

Youyou's breathing was sudden, the pupils shrank, and the corners of her lips unconsciously raised, like a wolf who had received an attack signal and was about to attack.

"Okay." The voice was completely hoarse.

The big hand simply tore off her underlay.

She clutched his collar, her eyes flashing: "I will call your name aloud, tell you how much I like you, tell you how powerful you are. The whole world, only you and me, in my heart, in my eyes , Only each other, the most thorough possession, don’t let anyone disturb... You are desperate, are you sure you want to be here? Are you going to rush it?"

When she just spoke, he couldn't wait to throw away his belt, and he tore away his robe and tunic, approaching her out of control. When she was halfway through, his movements stopped, slowly rolling her eyes, staring at her flowery lips, her throat rolling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with interest and expectation.

After she finished talking, his magma that had hit her head had cooled down, and her thin lips moved slightly, murmuring, "Here, no."

She lifted herself closer to him.

You Wuming took a deep breath, as if being burned, and suddenly released her, and fled to the window.

His back was trembling gently, and his ears were flushed.

It took a long time for him to adjust his breath.

"Little Sanguo!" He looked back suddenly, glaring at her, with a fierce smile on his lips, "You wait for me!"

She smiled at him shyly.

You Wuming was dizzy. Looking at the clear and pure eyes, he even doubted whether the bold and enthusiastic words he had just heard were the hallucinations of his illness.

His little mulberry is clearly a transparent little fruit, with a bit of astringency, so beautiful and smart. He couldn't imagine what it was like to let her call his name out of control. I'm afraid it really makes people die without regret.

He felt as if he was walking on a gigantic suspension rope, and was carefully approaching a warm and mellow light.

That kind of light... Is he worthy?

He didn't start, thought for a moment, and said, "Come on, I will teach you to carve wooden figures."

Sang Yuanyuan: "Eh?"

He gathered her into his arms, surrounded her, and snatched a piece of wood on the side of the low case table, and picked up the small knife on the table with his other hand, and carved it one by one.

She felt his breathing become smoother and smoother, and her heartbeat faded away.

"Head," Yumyo bowed her back, resting her chin on her shoulder. As soon as she spoke, the voice rang in her ears.

"Head." She looked at the round wooden ball cooperatively.

"Your head." He smiled.

She thought about it: "Not like it."

"It's like for a while." He smiled carelessly, pinching the blade with **** and sculpting it carefully.

He focused on carving the wooden man, and she focused on admiring the beauty of his prosperity.

Just the right face, jade cut.

The round wooden ball soon had a nose and mouth.

Sang looked startled from afar: "It's really like me!"

"A bit?" You Wuming raised her lips and smiled disdainfully. "You wait."

The cart was slowly advancing, and the sunlight sprinkled into a thin line through the curtain that he didn't close completely, and fell on the dead hand.

Unconsciously, he carved Sang Yuan's face wholeheartedly.

From time to time, the body shook gently, and the two people's bodies collided inadvertently. A calm atmosphere that slowly lingered open and away, making Sang a trance from time to time, forgetting that he was driving to Huangfujun's nest.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

When he concentrated on carving, the quiet atmosphere and the very regular rustling sound were really good hypnotic effects.

You Wuming leaned back slightly, letting her nest in front of him, he carved a few times, and couldn't help but glance at her sleeping face, unconsciously, the corners of the lips were already warm and soft Smile.

"Whose beauties sleep so badly!" he muttered in disbelief.

...

Sang hurriedly drove the car carefully and hung behind Jiang Jinzhen and his party, preparing to enter the western city of the first city in the west of Dongzhou.

Since encountering the "Envoy of Heaven", the four people changed their plans and decided to give the gift to Huangfu Jun first, and then went to Donghai Lake to explore the secret of the blood mussel.

Just after passing through a wilderness, I suddenly heard Sang Yuan's exclamation in the carriage.

Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou changed their faces, and opened the door.

Seeing Sang far sleepy and dim, rubbing his eyes, while chasing the lifeless, trying to grab the things in his hand. You Mengyou was able to avoid her with a smile on her face.

Sang is not close: "Walk away, there is nothing beautiful."

‘Bang—’ closed the door.

Yun Xuzhou smiled and said: "How come you can't see your own sister?" The two of them, I feel that they are a couple of gods. You, too big a prejudice against the lifeless!

Sang was not close, he was not convinced: "Where is he good!"

"Where is not good?" Yun Xuzhou said, "Young and handsome, with high weights, cultivated as a deep, one person, such a husband, where to find?"

Sang didn't come close to laughing with her.

He raised his face and said seriously, "You know who Yuming is."

Yun Xuzhou pondered for a moment: "Will there be any hidden feelings? These days, you and I have been watching him all the time, do you really think he is that kind of bloodthirsty fanatic?"

Sang Bujin smiled: "You and I have never seen Xiaoyang have a problem."

"This is also..." Yun Xuzhou leaned his elbow on his knee and sighed, "Those things You Wu Ming did, there are hard evidences, and they have not been overturned. But Feng Chu, you have to think that history is always Written by the victor, if you are desperately going to the top of the Ling, whitewashed into a generation of monarchs, and treat the phoenix fruit all your life, do you still think he is not good?"

Sang Bujin's eyes flickered: "Yun Xuzhou, how can you have such a terrible thought."

Yun Xuzhou slowly shook his head: "Are you terrible. Was Jiang's replacement of Yun's in the first place, who felt terrible? In this world, this is the strong one, and now few people dare to talk about lifelessness in the future. ,Ah……"

Sang Buzhu closed his lips. For a while, he said in a low voice: "I'm afraid, he is only fresh for a while. If he marries someone, such as Han Shaolin, even if he gets bored and doesn't love in the future, he will still give birth to the little girl, but you are lifeless..."

Disgusted by him, I am afraid he will die. Besides, this man is a deep pit with fire.

Sang Yuan did not know that his cheaper brother was bitter and hatred.

The only thing in her eyes at the moment is to grab the wooden head in Yumei's hands and cut it into a thousand pieces.

He was carved...too much!

Anyone who glances at it can recognize her.

She rolled her eyes and drooled! This is clearly slander!

Sang was far intolerant of this kind of thing living under the same sky as her.

She pulled out the kelp strips and curled up to the endlessly long and short, six flowers with big faces were bouncing around in the carriage, making it bad to trip him.

You Wuming laughed loudly, raised the wooden head in her hand, and looked like a ghost. Without seeing how to move, she gently and skillfully avoided her attack, and put the lifelike wooden head in front of her eyes again and again. shake.

Really, since Sangyuan graduated from elementary school, he has never met such an abominable man.

"You're lifeless!"

The more angry she was, the more he laughed.

After tossing for a long time, she was suddenly hugged by him from behind and turned to the soft couch.

He had a green man's hand in his hand, grabbed her'kelp strip', and bound her hands firmly.

After restraining her, he buried his face in her hair and greedily drew her fragrance.

"Little Mulberry... Little Mulberry..." He murmured low, "I haven't carved a wooden man for twenty years, nor have I ever laughed like that."

Her heart suddenly twitched and hurt. Twenty years... Never carved a wooden man? He carved it twenty years ago?

She twisted her body, turned over and arched into his arms.

"I said, it will give you a lot of happiness. You are lifeless, I didn't lie to you?"

She lifted her face and looked at him with a smile.

When he looked down, he saw a charming face.

He was startled, his eyes drifting slowly to the side, and he casually responded: "Well."

She pecked at his chin.

"We will always be good. My little son." She boldly took another step towards him.

His body gave a slight shock.

For a while, he exhaled slowly, put his chin on the top of her hair, and said lightly: "That family can only have a name until they reach adulthood."

Sang Yuan was a little puzzled at first. When he recovered, he only felt a pain in his heart.

It is difficult for the children of the Ming tribe with their guilt to live into adulthood.

"So you didn't have a name before." She asked softly.

"Well," You Wuming said briskly, "The surname Ming called me "hey" or "hey", others called me a beautiful son, they called me a little son. Little mulberry, I was a genius. At that time, I watched them , Just a bunch of fools."

Half of her mind was listening to his heartbeat, and half of her mind was listening to him.

Youmei's emotions are deep.

"I remember the memories at birth." He said slowly, "I know when Jiang Yanji sneaked away. At that time, I was born for about two months, and she still held me crying for a while, it seems Very reluctant, but she still left. Later, someone came to attack us, and was run away by the surname Ming. Later, the surname Ming took me to move."

"I didn't expect Jiang Yanji to do it at the time. I missed her a lot. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to find us when she came back. Ming's temperament was too weak and boring. Jiang Yanji was with him and had a little meaning. I was alone. At that time, I took wood and carved Jiang Yanji, and carved one after another. I really miss her."

"I often think that if she changes her mind and finds us, she can't find it. How anxious should she be? Under the sky, who would be a mother who would miss her son? I still remember how she was breastfeeding. Bright, the mouth is curved, and there is a white light on the whole body."

He stopped talking, bowed his head, and sniffed in her black hair.

It seems that she is a calming medicine.

Her hands were still tied to him, unable to hug him, only to drill deeper into his arms. When she thought of the fact that he was holding a wooden man and laughing with her, she felt a sourness in her heart, and she didn't know how to comfort him.

His injury was too deep, and he was injured in the deadliest place, and the others could never feel the same. Any consolation and persuasion seemed so pale.

If it is simply hate, revenge can be very popular. But he was entangled with love in the hate, and the attachment of the fledgling to the mother. Without hate, he would have nothing.

You Wuming attacked the heavenly capital at the beginning, and it was originally the same heart as Jiang Yanji, not just killing her.

He wants to destroy everything, including himself.

What about today? Is her weight enough to pull him from the abyss?

"Yu Wuming, don't leave me anyway, okay?" She poked out her watery eyes and stared at him.

He lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes deepening gradually.

At this moment, the man showed his true appearance extremely rarely.

No smirks, no jokes, no disguise.

His eyes moved slightly, and asked her very gently: "What do you like about me? If you don't try to hold me, you will fall with me, and there is no bone. Is it worth it?"

He understands everything.

She did not rush to answer, just looked at him fixedly, waiting for him to continue.

You Wuming tickled the corner of her lips: "Let's consider my original proposal. Give me your body and take back your heart. These days, you have done enough to exchange your life from me. Before I go down, I will let go and die without pulling you."

"How is it, eh?" He raised her chin with his finger.

At this moment, his eyes were extremely calm and extremely ruthless.

She stared at him without a word, tears in her eyes.

You Wuming was still very calm at first, and gradually became more difficult to parry. He raised his hand and wiped her tears awkwardly, but it wiped more and more.

The serious expression soon shattered completely, and he released the shackles of her wrist, grabbed her hand, and let her wipe tears herself, looking like she was in a hurry.

"Don't cry, cry, shouldn't you be happy?" He frowned, his thin lips curled into a line.

She was motionless, like a puppet who only shed tears.

"Little Sanguo," he maintained his last stubbornness. "Don't try to lie to me. At that time, I heard you say that you like me in Yuyingyue's jade slip. Do you know how fake it is, do you think you can cheat? Have you ever met me? Xiao Sanguo, I am a genius! Also, when I first caught you, you were clearly afraid of me, because of the concentricity in your body, I spent the hardest time dealing with me, you thought me So stupid, I really don’t know what you are thinking?"

She slowly lowered her eyes.

This layer of window paper was finally pierced!

"You've been waiting, isn't that what I said today? You know I never regret it, saying that letting you go means letting you go, why are you upset?" He frowned, puzzled. Asked.

"Okay." She finally said a word.

You Wu Ming couldn't help holding her breath, Tong Ren contracted, unconsciously backed away a little, staring nervously at her.

"I see," she said, "you don't like me at all, just watching the show."

There was a wave of light in her eyes, and she resisted not letting her tears fall.

The lifeless heart also dangled in her eyes, and with that Qingquan, crumbling: "No..."

She raised her hand, took off her belt, and pulled off her robe.

The kelp whirls, blocking the doors and windows.

The pure white blouse made her more slim and slim, shocked in the lifeless black eyes, the throat knot rolled, could not speak a word, only stared at her blankly.

She continued to undress.

"That's it, today, now, right here, you take what you want, and then I leave, we will never meet again."

He grabbed her hand.

His eyes were red, and he said hardly, "You, what are you doing!"

Qingquan shuddered in her eyes: "Give you what you want, take your heart back. Don't worry, I have no problem, it's simple."

She flicked his hand away and gently pulled it, and her jacket fell to the ground.

Yumei suddenly closed his eyes and turned his head away.

"Who said to be here!" He gasped for breath. "Put me clothes on!"

"When and where, what's the difference?" Her voice was soft. "It's not all the same. Come on, come on, finish earlier, I'll leave earlier."

"Ah-" Youwu was crazy.

He grabbed the clothes on the ground and put them on her indiscriminately.

"I don't mean that. I," he said, "I'm not in desperation now, I can still protect you... What are you panicking about now, not going now."

He tied her girdle anxiously, his big hands trembling.

"So you still want to tease me for a while, don't you?" she asked. "Is it interesting?"

"I haven't!" he denied without pause. "I'm not teasing you."

"What's that?" She looked up at him. "I know that I'm just trying to save my life, so I'm just fooling with you. You still pretend to know nothing and leave me with you. Isn't this teasing me?"

He couldn't breathe: "If you didn't really like me now, how could I find out that your liking was fake?"

She froze.

You Wuming, while tying her belts together for several knots, explained while chattering: "Your expression and your taste have become different, and now it seems to have added honey, which is much sweeter than before. So I discovered that you didn’t like me before. It’s because you like me that I don’t want to let you die with me. Do you understand?"

Sang was stunned. Did she... have something changed?

He continued to tie the knot and tied her belt into a long pimple, just as if she was afraid of eating him.

He said: "I thought you would be very moved. Who knows your women's mind is so strange. Xiao Sanguo what are you thinking about, when will I drive you away? I know it is for your own good, how can you Treat my kindness as donkey liver and lungs?"

"So do you like me?" she asked, crying.

"I like it." You Wuming continued to tossing her poor dress.

"Carefully!" She grabbed his collar.

You Wuming slowly lifted her eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth carefully, and chopped off her hand carefully. Some of them could not help but say: "Xiao Sanguo, what you look like now, I don't know what I did to you. Actually How did you almost give me..."

She stared at him, not resigned.

Youyou desperately coughed awkwardly, her eyes fluttering, and when she reached her lips, she said lowly: "Don't you just say that in Yunzhou. Like it."

"Then you want to let me go away because you like me, don't you want me to be in danger, right?" she continued to ask.

You Wuming is dying and struggling: "I just let you live a life."

"Yu Wuming, are you the big devil!" She grabbed him angrily, "Domineering a little! Without a way out, he will fight for me to make a **** path! Falling off the cliff, I will grow wings and fly! "

Her eyes glowed.

Just like a small warm sun, suddenly, he hit him.

Youmei stared at her staring blankly, Russia, his eyes seemed to have a whole piece of dark deep sea broken, and immediately, the dark star rose slowly, he took a light breath, feeling something in his heart was breaking the cocoon Come out!

Suddenly, behind him, two blue and black light wings that were half a man long spread out!

The carriage seemed to no longer exist, and Ling Yun became a terrifying vortex, and madly flocked to the spirit wings of the lifeless, resplendent, and the illusory light wings quickly solidified.

He really grew wings.

The violent explosion of Lingyun shocked Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou on the cowl.

The two rushed into the carriage, dumbfounded.

"Broken, broke through..."

What is above Lingyao Realm?

No one ever knew.