Sang felt a sudden looseness in her neck, and fresh air from Da Peng poured into her chest, choking her tears.
Holding the gold sign, she quickly climbed up, looking at the man in black who had restrained Jiang Jinpeng through the misty tears.
His face was much whiter than she remembered, almost transparent.
He pressed a hand on top of Jiang Jinpeng's head, and while praising him for being "good", he patted gently.
Every time I shoot, Jiang Jinpeng's body will be short, inexplicably a little happy.
But when Sang Yuan's eyes fell on Jiang Jinpeng's feet, his heart was only horrified-this person was not frightened by the legs, but the entire body had become a wood-like material. , Jiang Jinpeng's legs and feet collided with the agate ground and shattered into scattered wood chips.
The long and thin horse face twisted into a very twisted arc, obviously painful to the extreme, but unable to make any sound.
You Wuming didn't look at him, but said slowly to Sang Yuan: "Little Sanguo, you said, how should I deal with you fugitive?"
Jiang Jinpeng can only move his eyes, and his white and black eyes are frantically turning around in his orbit. The forgiveness overflows from his eyes, and tears flow across his face, terrified and regretful.
Sang wanted to speak from afar, and suddenly it was a shocking cough.
"You deserve it!" You Wuming gritted her teeth, her eyes slightly red.
It started a little more sharply, and took Jiang Jinpeng into a half-pile of wood.
Jiang Jinpeng has just asked to die quickly.
You Wuming no longer moved him.
He turned his knife back to his back, and he didn't know what he encountered. He stunned and closed the knife at another angle.
He took a step and stood in front of her.
Two cold fingers pinched her chin and kissed hard.
In order to stay awake, she bit her tongue and still hurts at the moment.
You Wuming found her wound following the smell of blood. He carried a thick maliciousness, as if to go through this little wound and devour her flesh.
She just got rid of the crisis of life and death, and she only felt blank in her mind. She cooperated with him dumbly, her strength seemed to be evacuated, and she was almost unstable.
She suddenly found that his breath was more unstable than her.
Her intellect returned suddenly.
This kiss is clearly just a punishment, and his breath should not be so chaotic.
Soon she heard his heartbeat. Even in the overwhelming wave of underworld demons, he never made a half-hearted heartbeat, and at this moment he was able to beat one by one.
Coupled with the **** smell that drifts from time to time...
he is injured.
Sang opened his eyes far away and pushed away hard.
You Wuming is about to attack, but sees her eyes full of concern, is grabbing his arm, and looked up and down.
"Where did it hurt?"
He froze. For a while, he frowned uncomfortably: "It's fine."
Sang was far behind him.
I saw an iron arrow glowing red light nailed straight to his back, almost passing through.
She gasped: "You..."
You Wuming was a little annoyed. She backhanded the knife and cut off the arrow outside her body. She said irritably: "It's okay to say."
She still stared at him in tears, turning around him, trembling her hands and trying to touch his wounds while checking for other injuries.
"Are you going to save me specially? Was you injured to save me? Arrow, you have to take it out quickly..."
Impatiently floated in his black eyes, grabbing her rudely: "Don't turn!"
"Oh." Sang stood in front of him far and honestly.
"Save you?" He smiled coolly. "If there is no Jiang Jinpeng, then the person who is doing those things to you at this moment should be me."
She blinked a pair of innocent eyes, and her eyes fell on his throat.
"But I have no interest at the moment." He narrowed his eyes, turned back and grabbed Jiang Jinpeng's half body and the broken arrow on the ground, said lightly, "You haven't seen me tonight."
He stomped his feet, and the wood chips all scattered into dust that was invisible to the naked eye.
He flicked lightly to the entrance of the temple, opened the door, was about to step out, and suddenly stopped.
He didn't turn around, his voice floating low: "...Okay."
The voice did not fall, the black figure flashed, and escaped into the dark dense jungle.
Sang saw a very strange thing guiding him in the distance. He didn't see clearly in the darkness. He only vaguely saw a half-human silhouette, which made people feel eerie and strange.
The lifeless figure had just disappeared, and Sang Yuan heard a clear and broken sound beside his ear.
Just where the lifeless disappeared, the tower-like body of King Sangzhou rammed in.
Sang Shizi followed, both father and son's eyes were burning with raging flames.
"Girly girl!" "Little girl!"
Several masters in the palace skimmed into the hall and scrutinized them.
Sang noticed from afar that one of them was carrying a reddish black bow on his back, and there were obviously fewer arrows in the quiver.
Soon, these high-level guards dug out a few evil rattles from the four corners of the palace. A black tunnel was also found in the southeast corner, I do not know where to go.
Sang's father and son embraced her from left to right.
"Jiang Jinpeng. He ran away when he heard the news." Sang sued calmly, "He said he was going to kill me and marry Jiang Jinzhen, because Jiang Jinzhen had killed many people here. Found."
The bodyguard in the back bow frowned, "The assassin I shot was superb, unlike Jiang's junior. Ordinary people, there is no possibility that I can still escape after a single arrow."
Sang far sneered: "Oh, I was almost killed. How could anyone admit that the murderer is wrong? Could it be that adults want to calm down? If so, let me just say that I should cooperate-the emperor's palace guarded by the adults is as solid as the golden soup. It happened, I have never seen anyone!"
As soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but stunned — since she was sensible, she had never spoken to people in such a harsh tone.
Is she trying to cover Youyou's life, or is this man hurting him?
The bodyguard of the back bow stunned and hurried to sue: "I will wait for the protection, and I will ask the emperor for sin later."
Sang's father and son stared at them coldly, and their faces were disgusted.
"Go, can't live in this ghost place!" A family of three strode out of the palace.
When the full moon was empty, an iron tower, with two thin skinny ones, stood on the spacious corridor blowing cold wind.
The father and son of Fang Cai heard the movement of chasing the assassin outside, and could not rest assured that Sang was far away, and went to her place to check, only to find that she had something wrong.
The emperor's close old servant quickly rushed over, and a series of indemnifications made the Sangzhou king a little embarrassed. Under the persuasion of Sang Yuan, the father and the son died, and as the old servant entered the inner court, he moved into a new one. Lao Dian.
This time, the father and son of Sangzhou said they would not leave Sang Yuan's side. She sat on the jade couch and practiced, and the father and son stared like lanterns, and the pestle stood beside her.
Sang Yuan is actually not determined.
You Wuming's appearance before leaving has been echoing in her mind, disturbing her mind.
The arrow on his back, and he said...
'...it is good. '
What good? what's good?
Could it be...respond to the sentence he didn't respond to a few days ago?
That day, when the war was about to strike, she hid in the carriage, hanging her heart, crushing the jade jade, and said to him, wait for her to settle and leave, can he come to the door to raise relatives?
Is it this?
"Dad," Sang Shizi squeaked in his voice, and said to the Sangzhou king sneakily, "Isn't the little girl a genus of wood?
"His--" Sang Chengyin was immediately anxious. "What should I do then?"
"I'll go back to Fengzhou and ask Feng Bailuan to ask for the Mu Ling Gu Yu Jing for the little girl."
"Yes," Sang Chengyin made a final decision. "If he doesn't give it, if he snatches it, I'll hoard soldiers and horses to meet you."
Sang opened his eyes quickly, unable to sigh: "Dad, brother..."
She is, what robber's den?
...
In the middle of the night, the servant maid led the three of the Sang family to bathe three times, using a thick and luxurious fragrance, and then walked through the white jade bridges to the imperial palace.
At this time, there were still a few bright stars hanging on the horizon.
On the square, the instrument drum wrapped in red cloth was beaten by the gold-clad warrior, and on the sound of the drum, the Sang clan went to the hall.
The situation in Yunjing is somewhat similar to that of Zhou Tianzi's feudal princes. In the face of the emperors of the states holding the heavy soldiers, the emperor will not be suppressed by power. Both parties will do a good job in terms of emotional etiquette.
The waiter raised his neck, and Xuan Sangzhou Wang saw him.
Sang was far behind his father and brother, walking slowly up to the 50th grade jade, and stepping onto the wide terrace. I saw a gilt furnace standing on the left and right sides, and the smoke was curling in the furnace.
The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and the red sun just happened to be the probe, and the first ray of light was sprayed to the earth.
Qingyan has a faint fuchsia, which is more sacred and solemn.
The main hall is magnificent and golden.
Standing on the left and right, the Bai officials stood, and the three of Sang's eyes did not squint.
After Wang Li was given, he slowly raised his head.
I saw the red gold shark gauze hanging down from the top of the temple. Through the mist of the yarn, the emperor's face could only be seen indistinctly. I saw her wearing a golden-red Chinese dress, holding a high bun on her head, wearing a red gold crown, and red lips like flames. .
"Sangzhou King worked hard."
The voice of the emperor was almost as Sang had imagined. Solemn and steady, full of prestige, with a heavy tail.
Slightly familiar.
Sang was thinking for a long time, and he couldn't remember which seiyuu had been given such a textured sound.
The King of Sangzhou put away the rudeness, and after answering a few words with the Emperor Zhenger Bajing, he asked the waiter to present several documents.
In fact, what happened in the western border of Hanzhou, it is impossible to hide the emperor with his eyes and eyes. This time, this time, it is just to make a full face and set the final result.
No one mentioned the matter of last night. This kind of thing is usually not dealt with on the bright side, and Jiang Jinpeng has not been arrested, and the emperor is waiting for the news.
After meeting the emperor, a waiter stepped forward and led Sang far out of the main hall.
Women are not qualified to listen to political affairs.
Sang Yuanyuan was not interested in staying in the hall to listen to Sang Chengyin's awkwardly concave words. She followed behind the waiter and walked through the cloister east of the main hall, ready to wait in the side hall.
Suddenly, the instrument drum sounded behind him.
The long voice of the elder waiter spread across the front of the hall: "Xuan-Hanzhou King Seeing -"
Sang stopped and looked back.
Has Han Shaolin arrived? ! It seems that Sang Chengming's case has already brought results.
Just when Sang looked back, Han Shaoling felt something and looked up to the side gallery.
Across the large terrace in front of the hall and half of the corridor, each other could not see each other's face.
If the line of sight seemed to meet each other, Han Shaoling suddenly shocked, leaving the waiter who was leading the way and striding toward the side corridor.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"Mother Sang?" The waiter called her softly.
Sang quickly turned around and said, "Go to the side hall. I'm tired."
As soon as the hall door was closed, he heard the sound of footsteps rushing by. A large hand was pressed against the carved wooden door, and the guard at the door of the hall hurriedly stopped.
"Korean King, get rude!"
Han Shaoling accused him in a good voice, and then screamed at the closed door of the temple, saying: "I know it is you! Can you come out and meet me?"
This figure haunted his dreams every day, and he could recognize her just by seeing a silhouette. Such a flexible and straight spine, in addition to her, there can be no second person.
On the battlefield that day, he had thrown his skin and self-esteem at the feet of this woman and let her trample on. In the face of her, he could only break the jar.
Sang reluctantly replied: "Korean King, you are too rude."
When she met him on the battlefield, she used false sounds.
At this moment too.
It's just that I'm afraid I can't hide it today. When he asked the guards outside the door, he would know that the woman hiding in the temple who did not want to see him was the wife he was marrying.
Han Shaoling's voice was somewhat lowered: "I thought I had no chance to meet again in this life. Today, it is indeed abrupt."
Sang far sighed and discussed with him: "Hanzhou King might as well deal with Heli first?"
Han Shaoling's figure was shocked. What is she suggesting? !
His tone was slightly brisk: "I entered Beijing this time to deal with it."
"Then go quickly." Sang urged far away.
"Good!" Han Shaoling really turned around and went.
He ran over with a hot **** punch for a while, and it was known that something was wrong at the moment.
He thought that the person he was thinking about was actually concerned about his harmony, and he felt that the road under his feet seemed to float.
Even if he is blamed by the emperor, it is worth it.
He had never felt this way.
In the midst, it seems that there is some traction, getting closer and closer to him...
Sang awaited far away.
When the three poles hit the sun, the meeting between the emperor and the two kings was finally over.
The father and son of Sangzhou came down to the side hall under the guidance of the waiter, and their smiles were a bit unnatural. Obviously, what happened to Sang Chengming still hurt the father and son.
The rebellious Sang Chengming was desperate, but with all his heart, he jumped out of the abyss, and there was no proof of death. This incident became a headless case.
"Little girl, let's go." Sang Shizi said, "Then Han Shaoling is waiting for you in the apse, so he will break up with him-the little girl should have no heart, right? Don't be weak in front of him, his man , It's really not a good thing."
Sangzhou Wang waved his hand: "It's okay, no matter how good he is, Han Shaoling, it's only one. Then Dad gave you Zhang Luo's son-in-law and picked him ten or eight to win by quantity, ha ha ha ha..."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She sighed: "How can I repent, only worrying about what moth came out of him..."
Speaking of this, Sang Shizi suddenly raised two beautiful eyebrows, and said: "Sister, you are really too naive, do you think this Han Shaoling still has a lot of affection for you? No, he can't wait to leave you clear. It's really shameful that the relationship between old people and dead people does not communicate with each other!"
"Let's go," Sang sighed far away. "On the way, I will elaborate with my brother again."
The two brothers and sisters walked around the back porch under the guidance of the waiter and came to the apse where the emperor met the courtier and dealt with the complicated work.
Before stepping into the hall, he heard Han Shaoling's firm voice: "The emperor does not have to persuade, this matter has no room to turn around. The Sang's maiden is safe and sound, then please the emperor to summon her to the front, and then drag, I It will not change your mind."
Sang Shizi first stepped into the hall and walked through the ceremony. Then he sneered: "The Hanzhou King said this as if my Sang would depend on you. Today, in front of the emperor, when I was not close, I put the words down. ——Who wants to repent, pigs and dogs are better!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Until today, she didn't know that her brother's name was Sangbujin.
The name level of the Sang family's two old couples can't be complimented.
Han Shaoling was irritated by him, and he laughed: "Sang Shizi doesn't need to talk about animals. This is what you mean in Sangzhou. Whether you are trying to make ends meet or not, you can retreat to advance, in short, and leave. I have signed the book, there is no reason to regret it. Whether it is me or you."
He chuckled lightly and continued eloquently, saying: "Sang's maiden face is peerless, even if you are married, there must be a lot of Wang Sunguizi coming to the house to marry, no need to worry about nothing in the rest of his life."
Speaking of this, it has automatically lowered Sang far to the next level. This is the wife of a monarch.
Sang Shizi narrowed his eyes slightly: "That really doesn't need you to worry about it."
Han Shaoling smiled: "Why didn't Sang Wangnuo delay..."
His eyes flicked backwards, which happened to see the woman in white dressing up.
"Have seen the emperor."
The female emperor sat behind the large black and gold desk, and the Jinhonghua costume spread to the left and right sides, with red phoenixes on her eyes, vermilion lips, and vivid colors.
The most beautiful and gorgeous, but without half a charm, I saw Zhuang Su.
The female emperor raised her lips slightly and said slowly, "You are willing to be such a peerless beauty, Hanzhou King."
Sang couldn't help but startled again.
She must have heard this voice somewhere.
Han Shaoling's eyes fell casually on Sang Yuan.
At that moment, Sang Yuan witnessed what Wulei was like.
I saw that the young king's cheeks were covered with chicken skin densely, the hair of the temples was upright, the eyes were stretched out, the corners of the mouth were shaking, and she was scanned up and down.
The figure of the soul is dreaming, and it gradually overlaps with the beauty in front of it.
Sang smiled politely at him from afar: "Hanju King has already responded to me. Naturally, he will not regret it."
"Okay," said the empress, regretfully, "since both sides have decided, then I don't want to persuade anymore, so be it."
She nodded gently, only to see the waiter bowed to her body, took the marriage deed and concentric deed that she had nodded under Jin Kou's long armor, and presented it to Han Shaolin and Sang Yuan.
A small flaming golden sword is placed between the deeds. As long as the two deeds are cut with it, they will be burned automatically, and everything will be settled.
"How, how could it be you..." Han Shaoling was crumbling.
Isn't the woman he's missing a lifeless woman? How could it be Sang Far? Sang Yuanyuan, but there is a concentric agreement! How can she be a lifeless woman? ! You Wuming didn't touch her? how can that be!
Sang smiled politely: "The King of Hanzhou is a true hero. Even if he has decided to separate from me, he still protects him on the battlefield. This friendship is my heart. Sangzhou and Hanzhou, the marriage is not sentimental. In the future, we will look forward to helping each other to protect the peace of the cloud."
Han Shaoling shook his head incredulously.
Sang approached from a distance with a smile, took his hand unpretentiously, and put it on the fiery golden sword together.
He was resisting, his thick, cocooned hands unconsciously retracted.
But the little soft hand, firmly covering the back of half of his hand, did not allow him to retreat.
His heart twitched frantically, and he glared at her, unbelieving at all.
In his memory, Sang Yuan is as delicate and weak as Meng Wuyou, a kind of petite girl with a little hypocrisy, who always needs people to care for.
How could she have such a flexible and straight spine?
She is the prince of Sangzhou! How could he carry a knife on that battlefield, so heNot willing to give up, just wait for the opportunity quietly, the father and brother will do their utmost to save people.
The mind is certain, she closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, citing Mu Ling Yun to heal the trauma on her body.
It was just that there was a bit of pain in my heart after all, as if hurt, and as if not hurt.
The army passed through the pass.
Three days later, arrived in Youdu.
Youzhou people used a heavy cyan stone to build a house. In the daytime, they felt the vicissitudes of life. At night, the white moonlight was reflected, and it was a bit like the legendary ghost town.
All the people in Youzhou are soldiers, and the atmosphere is very different from other places.
The leader sent her straight to Wangcheng.
He held her, standing under the tall dark green gate and waiting.
Sang looked down from afar, staring at a ray of grass roots floating on the ground. It was tenacious, and nodded out of the cracks in the bluestone floor tiles.
Alive. To live. In any case, to survive, you will find a way out.
Just then, she saw that little grass root tickled her head towards her.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This must be an illusion.
Immediately, a small, slightly obscured voice reached her ears.
"Don't the Lord have commanded me, must the father and son of Sang have to die one, and now both have run away, will it break the plan?"
Another responded: "There is no way, Sang Nu can't die. Only if she is alive, You Wuming will recognize this bad debt."
Sang Yuan's heart was shocked.
With a hang of breath, she glanced at the general standing beside her with Yu Guang.
The person seemed to have heard nothing. A pair of eyes were staring straight at the inside of the gate, without any slight expression on his face.
Sang Yuan's heart jumped violently.
So... can she hear the sounds in the distance through the plants underground? !
No wonder that across so many gates, she heard short-lived scratching the wall-not even Youmei.
Is it because there are many blood vines climbing on that decayed ground?
She held back the slightly chaotic breath and pretended to look back inadvertently. In the direction of the voice, there are indeed two people who are looking at her from a distance.
She remembered that one was a lieutenant general and the other was a military division.
What do they mean? !
At this moment, a slender figure flew from the cloud beast, is the leader of the shadow shadow guard, Sang far heard that You Wu called him Agu.
"General Agu, who is under Lin Tianping, was ordered to take back Sang the Queen, but fortunately it was not a disgrace." The general sent Sang far away, arched his hands, and walked away.
Agu frowned, his eyes falling on Sang Yuan's face hesitantly.
Just about to talk, suddenly a white shadow jumped from the ridge of three feet high, gently falling before Sang Yuan.
It raised his head and gave a huge snort in excitement.
Sang touched the short-lived tip of his nose far, and took two quick steps before approaching Agu.
A Gu looked awkward and subconsciously stepped back.
Sang Yuan asked softly: "Is he really going to catch me?"
Agu frowned more tightly. He slowed down obviously and said coldly: "The Lord is waiting, please follow me."
Sang glanced at the guards around him with Yu Guang, and said nothing more.
Short-legged short limbs, indicating that Sang climbed up to its back.
Agu pulled the corner of his lower lip unnaturally and said, "The battle ride between Sang and the prince is very fate."
The two cloud beasts ran towards the inner court.
Wangcheng was also built with that kind of turquoise boulder, which is very hard.
Short-lived hooves rushed, quickly leaving Agu behind.
Outside a guarded palace, he turned his head short and grievously, blinked his black eyes, and looked at Sang Yuan depressively. This means that even it cannot enter.
Agu hurriedly rushed to signal the guards on either side to open the palace gate.
As soon as he stepped into the vestibule, Sang felt that the atmosphere was very heavy. The Shadow Shadow Guard was almost all here. His expression was tense, like he was guarding against foreign enemies, and he was afraid of what happened in the temple. They gathered under the cloister and jumped around, more like a group of monkeys than when they were outside the Great Wall.
The palace gate closed, and Agu looked solemn, looking far away from Sang.
"If the prince ordered the Sangwang daughter to be invited before being comatose, then also be prepared for burial."
Sang felt a sigh in his heart and understood. There is something wrong with You Wuming, You Ying Wei blocked the news, not to let the outside know.
Sure enough, with such a heavy arrow, how could it be safe?
She also regarded him as a fairy.
Therefore, those people must not have been sent by Youmei.
She calmly said: "General Agu, please quickly control that army, they must not be the order of the King of Youzhou. I heard their private conversation, mentioning the'Superintendent' and saying that you should marry the King of Youzhou. They beheaded three heavenly envoys and wanted to start with my father and brother-General, please do it as soon as possible to prevent the evidence from being destroyed!"
Agu's complexion changed slightly.
Sang Yuan said: "The general should know that my hearing is excellent."
Agu nodded, an awkward smile floating on the corner of his lips, patted the head of the cloud beast under the seat, and said, "I'll go and investigate. Primary five and six, take the sang queen girl to rest."
"I want to see him!" Sang stopped him from afar.
Agu looked a little hesitant.
There was a wave of light in her eyes: "He has saved me many times and I will not hurt him."
Agu subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Xiao Wu bit his fingernails and said, "Isn't the doctor saying that if someone who cares about the monarch calls him, may he wake up more?"
He squeezed his nose away from Sang.
Agu Hengbrow thought for a moment: "Follow me, what happened to the prince, I'll slap you alive."
"Hey!" Xiaowu jumped in front of Sang Yuan like a monkey, bowed his waist, and gestured like a shop's second child, "Wang Mai, please."
Sang looked at him far away.
I saw a huge smirk on this young face.
After she stared at him for a while, he couldn't hold back, his smile trembling first, and then collapsed.
Became a monkey who only cries without crying.
The monkey pressed his lips to the side and opened his head sideways. He said awkwardly: "Hurry in and see, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the living people for a moment!"
Sang picked up the skirt and hurried up the stairs.
"How did it hurt?"
Xiao Wudao: "I got a poison palm and an arrow, hurt my heart. I have been in a coma for nine days."
Sang remembered his face from afar.
So white, white to transparent. How could she think he was really okay? He is so good!
The door of the hall was pulled apart, and a strong **** smell mixed with the smell of medicine lingered in the hall.
Xiao Wu led Sang far to the inner hall, and saw the large sapphire bed, lying quietly and lifeless, his chest half exposed, wrapped in a fine cloth wrapped in herbs.
The blood oozed out through the herbs and muslin, and it was shocking.
"You go down first." Xiaowu waved his hand.
Two white-browed old doctors with calm faces retreated outside the hall.
"It's said in the book that only people close to you can wake up. You can wake up." The battle-hardened teenager sucked his nose. "I lied to Agul, in fact the doctor didn't say that."
"Is the master tired?" he whispered. "It would have been easy to walk away. Why did he turn back?"
Sang was far in front of the bed.
Why go back?
After exploring the veins, the doctor forgot to cover him with a cloud cover, and half of his hands were exposed, white and bloodless.
She took that hand gently.
His hands are large, and there are cocoons in his palms, especially where the knife is held.
She hid his hand back under the cloud cover and looked at his face.
The eyelashes are particularly long when sleeping like this. People who had been in a coma for a few days seemed to have not slept enough.
"You're lifeless, you can't die." She sat on the head of the bed and said softly, "If you die, who will beat the sky? Wouldn't Jiang's mountains be sitting firmly for thousands of years?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu, who stood beside him scratching his head and scratching his head, suddenly shivered.
He couldn't help interjecting: "You and the lord are really a natural match!"
Well, the first sentence to meet and say hello is the madman who rebelled against the cause!
Sang looked back at the answer, and the back of his hand suddenly hurt.
She was startled, looked down, and saw that a miserable white hand protruded from the cloud, grabbing her, and was so strong that she was tearing her hand alive.
The hoarse voice gasped slightly, and came low: "I'm dead? Xiao Sanguo, don't even think about it."
"Master!!!" Xiaowu almost jumped on the room beam.
Sang looked far away from the sound, and saw that Sleeping Beauty had opened her eyes as promised, and a pair of dark eyes with a deep glimmer flashed fiercely.
When he woke up, the weakness in his body seemed to be afraid of him, and he disappeared in an instant.
"Take her to wash, dirty, dead." You Wuming said with disgust.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."Sang was far away in a hot spring palace made of nephrite.
A pool of hot springs indoors makes one's bones soft at a glance, and wants to soak away the tiredness.
She went into the water, leaning against the wall of the pool, half awake. Suddenly worrying about the road every day, the mind and body are a bit overwhelmed.
A strand of thin vines stubbornly drilled into the carved wooden window and stuck in the window mullion.
It shook gently, and when Sang was so confused, he suddenly heard the unique voice of You Wuming.
"several?"
She was startled, thinking that the man was mad and awakened from the coma, so she had to do something that was inappropriate for her.
Immediately, Agu's calm voice sounded: "Five. Lord, after this matter, there should be no more ghosts in the Shadow Shadow Guard. This time the Lord is in a dangerous situation, three people want to take the opportunity to stab, and the other two want The message has been controlled by his subordinates, waiting for the master to send it."
Sang Yuan's eyes fell on the vines in the window mound—she turned on the remote listening mode again.
"Okay." You Wuming coughed gently, "Buried."
"Yes." Agu Dao, "The killing of the Sang family is related to the remnants of the old king. The forged ordinance is covered by the missing old king seal. Thanks to the reminder of the Sang king, the subordinates rushed to destroy them. Evidence controlled the situation before. It was a matter of care. In the past few days, I didn't pay close attention to the border customs, so I would poke such a big Lou Zi! Please punish the master!"
You Wuming smiled and said: "Why have you asked me when you have been in prison for many years?"
"Yes, his subordinates will take one hundred sticks later. Lord, this time, there is no news in the world yet. Will you prepare for the battle first?"
"can."
"Several rebel thieves have already been taken and are being sentenced." Agu's voice brought a trace of worry, "How to deal with those soldiers who have been blinded and made a big mistake?"
I'm afraid to hear those two flirty words again-buried.
You Wuming smiled and said, "Did you kill the leader? Reward."
The end is extremely arrogant.
"Yes!" A Gudao said, "The lord is also asking for good health. This is too dangerous! You can scare the little waste by self-confessed healing for nine days. The subordinates are also terrified."
He seemed to hesitate for a while, and asked again: "Is the lord not worried... Will his subordinates be bad for you? If his subordinates are also traitors, then..."
"Then you're in a different place." Youyou's voice was calm and calm, "Go."
"Hey, hey." A Gudao, "Yes!"
The footsteps faded away.
After a moment of silence, the lifeless voice slowly drifted out.
"Would you like to see Xiao Sanguo taking a shower?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She quickly climbed out of the pool, put on the new clothes prepared for her by the waitress, and pushed the door out.
The waitress took her straight to the lifeless palace.
I saw him leaning on Wen Yu's pillow, wearing a robe loosely, his chest half open, and the arrow wound was still bleeding.
Seeing Sang coming in from afar, Youyou narrowed her eyes happily and waved at her: "Come."
Sang walked to him and sat down.
He'brushed' and handed a paper to her, and slanted a line with his long fingers, saying: "Xiao Sanguo, are you really looking for death and living like this, do you want to be with me? Wait for me to raise relatives Can't wait?"
Sang recognized the words on the paper with great difficulty.
The above record is that she used a dagger on her neck, threatening the end of the release of the Youjun.
He was good, out of context, saying she would depend on him for life and death.
"You still have fun to make fun of me," she said. "You haven't quickly figured out a way to settle this matter? Now, how can you be right against the sky?"
He reached out his long arm, brought her to his side, and said happily: "What's so scary about dying, as long as I can go to Wushan with my little mulberry before death, the peony flowers die..."
Sang covered his mouth from afar.
A blush flew up from the snowy cheeks, and her angry look made him feel better.
He smirked. The cold lips moved once, and again, as if kissing her palm.
She numb her scalp and quickly withdrew her hand.
You Wuming laughed happily. He leaned up and whispered in her ear: "What a shy thing. Xiao Sanguo, do you know that day, if you didn't encounter a little hindrance... "
He meant something, and his eyes seemed to be burning with warmth on her face.
"I have already entered."
At first she was stunned, not knowing what he was talking about. When the reaction came, she only felt that all her blood poured into her head, and she wished she could grab the pillow behind him and press it on the awful handsome face.
"Han Shaoling was really useless," he still laughed there, "cheap me."
She was angry and angry. He wanted to leave, but his wrist was tightly grasped.
You Wuming surprised with a look: "Where did you want to go, Xiao Sanguo, I'm talking about breaking into the evil formation to save you-isn't Han Shaolin also in Jiang Yanji's palace? This hero is a good thing to save beauty. It's cheaper for me. What's wrong with Xiao Mulberry? Did you think of something strange?"
Sang is far from believing his evil! He was just so fluid, he said clearly...
"I want to contact my father and brother!" Sang closed his eyes from afar, and said, "They must be worried that they are broken!"
You Wuming loosened her, raised her hands, and made a big gesture.
"I have sent so many jade slips to Yue Zhang."
Sang was slightly centered. Now that the jade jade has been sent, you can only wait.
Her eyes suddenly fell on his wide robe half open.
He has pectoral muscles, the lines are extremely smooth, and there is no abruptness at all. The fine cloth covered the arrow wound, and not far from the heart, there was a purple and black handprint.
She remembered Xiao Wu said that he had a poisoned palm and another arrow.
This palm print is very small, and at a glance it is known that it came from a woman's hand.
You Wuming glanced down at her, then pulled her shirt around, then glanced at her lazily, and said, "So greedy me?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "I was just thinking, how long have you not taken a bath."
Youming: "..."
The corners of her lips floated with pride, and a starry smile flickered in her curved eyes, shaking him a little dizzy.
He eased for a moment, one arm rested heavily on her shoulder.
"Exactly, the injured need help."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She was escorted to the Hot Spring Hall by this patient who was looking lean and actually ridiculously heavy.
Fading off the loose robe, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, walking into the spring water, leaning against the wall of the pool.
The rag covering the wound was soaked in water, and Sang was a little helpless.
He ripped it off and threw it aside.
"Down."
Sang hesitated for a moment and went down in his clothes.
There was one more person in the pool, and the temperature seemed to have doubled. She stared at his wound, and saw blood ooze from the edge of the healing wound, meandering down and scattered in the hot pool.
Next to the wound, the purple and black palm print was very eye-catching. She couldn't help but think about the woman who could hurt him from close range and in front...
He took her arm with a smile: "Relax, it's not a good match."
Sang sighed far away, soaked the water with a cloth towel, and carefully cleaned the dried blood stains around the wound for him.
Her expression was too focused, her movements were extremely soft, and she cleaned all the blood marks neatly for him without touching his pain.
He knew that she was actually nervous, and a small sweat bead oozed from her clean forehead and rolled into her eyes. She only blinked casually without any influence on her movements.
Although she was just an introductory minor repair of Lingyin, she clumsily clung Mu Lingyun in her palm as clumsily as possible.
Her cherished appearance is as if... he is really a great baby.
Oh, the most precious baby.
The most precious baby...?
His arms caught her secretly somehow.
"Little Sanguo," his voice became hollow and hoarse, "they said that once a man gets a woman's body, he won't cherish it anymore."
She acted and looked up at him. Is this... sick?
There was no expression on his face, and his eyes looked through her, not knowing where he was looking.
One finger slowly lifted her chin, and his eyes were empty, and he approached her slightly blankly.
"So," the thin **** lips moved lightly, "Let me get you, and then, treat you as an ordinary woman, spoil you, and give you the best of all, how?"
Sang looked up slowly at him.
A smirk appeared on the corner of his lips: "Don't seduce me like this, don't try to walk into my heart, if you let me be confused for you again, I will kill you."
His eyes focused slowly, falling coldly on her face.
At this moment, Sang felt that all the hot soup around her body had frozen, so that she shuddered gently.
She has a bizarre intuition. She has carelessly touched the true scale of this madman.
What did she do?
She opened her eyes and recalled for a moment, but she didn't remember what she had done before.
Don't you just help him take a bath?
Isn't he asking for it himself?
She pursed her lips and met his gaze, and said grievously: "Then, if you get me, instead of getting bored, it's more cherished, what should I do? I don't want to die, I just want to be with you together."
"What do you do with me?" he said quietly, "have a baby? No, I don't want that kind of thing. Xiao Sanguo, one day, you won't like me anymore. By then, if I have already I like you, what should I do?"
As soon as her lips moved, he was resisted with a cold finger.
"Hush. Do you want to say that you will always like me until you die?" A smirk floated on his face. "If so, it would be better to kill you now, lest it will become a lie in the future."
She stared at him.
Under the cold black eyes, there seemed to be a trace of vulnerability. There is a bit of sadness at the end of the road.
This person is too abnormal.
"Is this good?" She raised her arms and gently wrapped around his neck. "I wake up every day and I will tell you whether I like you today as I did yesterday. Day by day, If it doesn't change until the day I die, then you believe that I have always liked you."
A clear tremor floated in his eyes.
The beautiful Meifeng flicked gently, as if receiving an unstoppable kill.
After a moment, he closed his eyes.
Sang was far from sure if he would simply kill her when he opened his eyes.
She leaned forward decisively and kissed the corner of his lips.
So far, she actually can't tell how true she is in her heart.
Do you like You Wu Ming? There are always some.
He looks really good, has a great figure, and that evil spirit is also very attractive. He also rescued her, and that arrow may have caught him just to turn around and help her.
However, the first time she said "like" to him, it was a complete lie. Because of this erroneous beginning, she could only say 'like' to him again and again. Until now, I don't know if I was cheating him or myself.
Tears fell again.
She turned her head, not letting him taste the tears.
She was absorbing his slightly bitter floral fragrance, and she never thought that there would be such a special smell on people.
He was motionless.
After a while, she whispered intermittently: "You, don't you like me like this? No one will kiss you and talk to you like this when I die. Don't you like my taste? There will be no more death. "
The big hand on her neck gradually relieved her strength.
His breathing was heavy, and after a stagnation, the anti-guest took the lead and overbearingly took her breath and pushed her into the water.
Sang was killed from afar and was caught off guard. His nose choked into the water, and he couldn't cough under the water. When he opened his mouth, it was convenient for him to kiss her thoroughly.
By the time he smiled and lifted her out of the water, she was dizzy and her eyes were dull, and she didn't know whether it was suffocating, choking, or kissed by him.
"Little Sanguo!" His face was filled with a very happy smile, "Remember your words today, from now on, wake up every day, I want your'like', and your' taste'."
She coughed softly and spouted a hot water splash.
You Wuming almost smiled and broke his chest.
After the bathroom crisis was successfully resolved, Sang was very tired. After putting on dry clothes and redressing the wound for him, he lay down lazily on the sapphire bed and didn't want to move anymore.
In the darkness, she didn't close her eyes when she felt you are dead.
He grabbed her by the hand and lay quietly beside her.
From time to time, he seemed to suddenly think of something, nudging her hard, and found that her small hand was still held in his palm, sighed with satisfaction, and continued to squint half asleep.
With brutal beasts, they do not forget to declare their sovereignty.
Sang was far from knowing when he fell asleep.
Nothing happened overnight.
In a daze, she felt the light and darkness in front of her eyes, and from time to time there was a bit of cold floral fragrance fluttering on her face.
The eyelashes are also itchy.
She frowned and opened her eyes.
I saw a pair of dark eyes staring at her from the top, he put his arms on her side, his robe was lazy, and most of his chest was hanging above her, the handsome face dangled in front of her as if Look for the snake in the attack angle.
There was no expression on his face, and his dark eyes were bottomless, and he could not see any emotion.
She raised her eyebrows and said softly, "I like you as much as I did yesterday."
She lifted her body and pecked his lips.
He raised his long eyebrows, two dark flames blazed in his eyes, and a smirk that couldn't be restrained from the corner of his lips, he pretended to reply innocently: "Oh. I know.""Don't you want to do it today?"
Hearing his voice, Sang was far from excited, and everyone was frightened.
How can you say such a shameful dream? !
When he recovered, he found his mouth closed.
Moreover, he has never called him 'lord'.
"Huh?" Youyou Lazy responded, "You want?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." No, I don't want to.
She opened her eyes strenuously, feeling that the mountain on her eyelids seemed to be squeezing a big mountain, struggling for a while, and then barely stretched out a seam of eyes.
Seen dimly, a petite woman in a white dress stood pitifully on the edge of the bed, bowing slightly, staring at the lifeless.
In her eyes, there were a few strange starlights.
It was Fang who quietly picked the fire candle, prepared the warm tea, and prepared a pair of clothes for Sang.
"Don't you want to try it, as you saw in the slave camp today...I would like to do anything for the lord. Do you not want to try it?" Shuang'er gently licked the lips like flowers.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why use my voice to say this? The degree of shame almost burst. And this scale is too large to accept incompetence.
She seemed extremely sleepy, and her whole body was like mud, unable to move.
Like a spectator, watching the woman rescued in the daytime, imitating his own voice, seduce the lifeless.
It turned out that...
What supernatural events, what fate. No wonder this whole day, people are muddled, as if they have lost their souls.
What is this strange fascination? !
Sang Yuan's consciousness became more sober, but his body still did not struggle.
Her fingers touched the lifeless robe, but she couldn't even pull the strength of his clothes.
He could only watch him leaning sideways, slightly tilting his face, and said lazily: "Come yourself."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Please don't expand the lower limit at will!
The woman took a step closer, the starlight in her eyes turned faster, as if deepening control.
"Um..." She slowly raised her hands and undressed.
At first sight, the perfect body appeared before Youming.
At this moment, her face changed slightly, and suddenly exclaimed a little.
The fascination on his face was even stronger, and the voice was actually a kind of repellent, just like what Youwu Ming did to her.
Sang moved his eyes in disbelief.
She was pretty sure that Yumei's two hands were very honest and did not touch the woman. His right hand was on the frontal side, and his left hand was on his knees, his posture was a little bit wild and wild.
"Ah!" the woman cried again.
This time, the voice was even more straightforward.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Although Youmei was really beautiful, and her half-open chest was also charming, but you can't see this virtue if you look at it with your eyes?
Short exclamations are more frequent.
Sang heard his old face flushed from afar, so embarrassed.
For this acting, she was a bit willing to conquer.
It's just like being able to stand in good order... It's really a person!
After being called by Shuang'er for a while, Yumie slowly said: "Shuang'er, what are you doing? Hmm?"
Sang Yuan jumped in his heart-it turned out that he was not confused, he knew that this woman is a twin.
She found the tone seemed familiar.
He asked her today in this hypnotic tone, what about Han Shaolin? Sang Yuan's head was more sober.
Then they saw the dudes replying blankly: "I am seduce the lord."
"Oh?" You Wuming asked quietly, "Did you have this thought from the beginning?"
Shuang'er shook his head: "At first I just wanted my wife to rescue me and being her maidservant was better than being tortured in a slave camp."
"When did you get a nasty look?" You Wumei flicked her knee carelessly.
"It is said that the prince is a madman who is not close to the female, but I see the prince is very spoiled by his wife. Presumably the rumor is untrue. The prince actually likes women."
You Wuming chuckled: "Continue."
"As long as the prince mistakes me for a wife and asks me, I can step into the sky and become a human being. Afterwards, I only said that I was innocent and forced by the prince. It will not embarrass me. I will definitely be more loved by the lord in the future, because I am on the bed, much more powerful than my wife, I can do anything."
"If the lady can't get used to me, I will use the trick to keep her ill."
She spoke her heart honestly.
"Then did you succeed?" Youyou's voice was murky.
"Successful, just..."
You Wuming chuckled loudly, interrupting her: "Look carefully, the person who makes you want to die is my Yumei, or the dead ghost in that pit?"
Shuang'er's eyes rolled very slowly, and after a while, an extremely harsh scream came out.
Youming's voice seemed to quench the poison: "Since you are so reluctant, go and accompany him."
A clear ray of light appeared in the misty eyes of the two children, and she began to struggle, as if drowning.
"Blood...Pulse...Suppress, how, how..."
She uttered a few words intermittently.
Youwu Ming tapped her knees lightly: "Go."
The clear rays of light in Shuang'er's eyes seemed to be pulled into the abyss. Her eyes became completely stiff, and she nodded very slowly, and said blankly, "Okay..."
She withdrew from the palace and closed the door gently.
You Wuming turned around slowly, and Sang quickly closed his eyes.
"Poor little mulberry," he stretched out a hand and stroked her hair. "If you change a man, you call this witch woman to cheat. The man you like, if you touch another woman, You must cry, right?"
"Fortunately, you met me." He smiled briskly. "Xiao Sanguo, you are a blessing in eight lifetimes!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She caught the keyword.
Malay.
One of the three evils.
The blood of the Wu clan will naturally be confused. When people's mental defense is weakest, they are easily manipulated and influenced by them.
Today, under the impact of the blood of the sacrificial ritual, Sang was in a state of confusion. Her natural empathy ability is extremely strong, in the eyes of this witch, it is a big target that has swept the market.
It's a pity that people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. The witch escaped from the slave camp and tried to climb onto the bed of death. She is too gaudy. Isn't this a trick to him?
But... what does it mean to suppress blood vessels?
How could the blood of the Wu clan bleed on You Wuming's body?
You Wuming has got together.
She felt the cold scent of flowers blowing on her face.
This man's temperature will be staggering only on the battlefield and when he wants to do something with her.
It is usually cold, like a snake.
It seems that he has no interest today.
The dead fish-like mulberry sighed in relief from afar.
He gently dragged her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his hair, with a big hand behind her, patting her back on and off like he was coaxing a baby to sleep.
His arrow wound has healed, leaving only a scary scar. The palm print on the chest has also faded, and the ability to heal itself is amazing.
Sang Yuan's head was buried in his chest, and he could hardly smell the blood.
She thought to himself that unless this man was killed at once, all injuries would only make him stronger.
For a while, the forehead suddenly cleared.
She felt something, both children, dead.
I tried to move my body. Sure enough, the nightmare had subsided, and there was no more restraint.
She soon fell asleep, this night, there were only flowers in the dream, no picture.
Opening his eyes early in the morning, he saw You Wuming had put on her armor and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, staring at her from the top.
She smiled at him: "I like you a little more today than yesterday."
This is for the purpose that he did not want her to cry.
You Wuming quickly turned her head back, making a soft nasal noise, and said, "It's just the same. Make your own claim. Who wants you more."
Sang smiled secretly with his lips pursed, sat up, leaned over to find his eyes, and saw a small, proud jump.
Suddenly her heart warmed, she leaned forward and printed a shallow kiss on the corner of his lips.
"Well, there is something." You Wuming said, "I'll tell you if you change clothes."
This time, what he prepared for her was no longer the clothes of his followers, but the easy-to-move, sturdy but not heavy armor.
With the exquisite black armor and the red cloak, Sang feels that he has instantly become a heroic female general.
While she was dressing up, Youwu Ming casually said to her: "Yesterday you picked up the female slave, and you couldn't think of it in the middle of the night. You were dead, and jumped into the pit, hey."
"Ah..." Sang sighed far away. "Fortunately, she hasn't developed any relationship with her."
You Wuming slightly surprised: "I thought Xiao Mulberry would be sad."
"Everyone who wants to live can't be saved. Seeking death, just ignore her." She managed her cloak and turned out from behind the screen.
Seeing You Mingming's eyes lit up, a black woman reflected in her black eyes.
He drew her to the edge of the long case.
"Look, I found a good weapon for you." He showed her triumphantly.
Sang looked down from afar, and was instantly conquered by the value of a sword.
It is like a dream, a silver transparent sword body, with countless silky green spirit patterns falling inside, like diamonds inlaid with fine jade, so beautiful that it is dizzy.
"Is this an ornament?" She couldn't imagine what it was like to use such a beautiful handicraft to cut underworld demons.
You Wuming smiled and backhanded the knife and cut it off.
Sang was so distressed that she burst into tears.
What is this peerless master? If you don't like it, do you want to ruin the gift of value? ! The point is that she didn't say she didn't like it!
I saw that the long black wood case broke.
The beautiful crystal jade sword fell on the ground, unscathed!
You Wuming withdrew the black knife, arms folded in front of him, and raised his chin.
Sang rushed far away and snatched the precious crystal jade sword into his hands.
"It's mine!"
Youyou Ming laughed happily: "You don't pretend to excuse me a little mulberry fruit!"
She raised her eyebrows: "Everyone is mine, and these things outside are still hypocritical."
You Wuming snorted disdainfully, and stepped out of her foot.
"When did it become her." He whispered to the short life.
Holding his head for a short life, shaking his head, he couldn't bear it.
It likes to go to battle.
You Wuming only ordered 30,000 elite soldiers, and went to Yumen to go to Hui Han Shaoling.
Before leaving, he saw Agu anxiously rushing from the direction of the prison, and approached the arch near the front: "Master! Fortunately, it is not a shame! The subordinate finally chose a name before the death of the counterthief division!"
You Wuming raised her eyebrows lightly and opened her thin lips slightly: "Huangfu Jun."
Agu's mouth twitched: "How does the lord know..."
You Wuming squinted his eyes, looking more surprised than Agu: "I guessed it. Won't it be him?"
Agu: "... the wise master."
Sang Yuan's heart jumped.
How could a person who framed a lifeless man be Huang Fujun!
In the book, it was this man who cut down the first level of Youyou.