After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

You Wuming arranged things one by one, and then led the vanguard, speeding up to Yumenguan.

The western part of Youzhou is full of high mountains.

Han Shaoling wanted to fight head-on. There were only two options. One was to go through Sangzhou, and the other was to attack Yumenguan.

So he came.

It is very heroic when male beasts win a spouse.

"Can you not fight?" Sang was very worried, "Jiang Yanji is the cheapest person who died."

You Wuming: "...What you said makes sense. But Han Shaolin must not blame me if he wants to die."

"And Xiao Sanguo," he overturned, and said in a low voice, "He has been attacking for three days, my people must kill red eyes, only blood can burn the fire... that kind of fire, If it stays, it will devour the Lord."

Sang knew it.

This is the case with war. Once this horrible machine is in operation, it cannot be easily stopped.

Guan Zhong was killed and killed. If the reinforcements he had hoped for were not involved in the war, but instead came up and shook hands with the enemy, it was really cold.

So we can only stop the war. To defeat the enemy with the fastest speed and the most thunderous means, you can unite people's hearts and boost morale.

This is not an ideal fairy tale world, war, or a woman who ran to the two armies and shouted to stop, it would stop.

In this battle, the faster you win, the smaller your losses and the lower your casualties!

A towering pass is already in sight.

Across the plain, Sang Yuan heard the cheers of the Yumen Guanshoujun.

After a few days of reinforcements, finally arrived!

It's their king!

The lifeless breath nearly doubled. Heartbeat is extremely slow and extremely heavy. Sang had no need to look back. He knew that he must have pressed his beautiful eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and a sneer floating in his composure.

Black Knife pressed low on his side, and began to run in short life.

The army behind them gradually ran into a triangular shape, and the lifeless is their acute angle, taking them to break through all the enemies who dare to block the road.

The black iron gate was pulled open, and Lifeless passed straight through the northeast gate, leading the army to pass the barrier and killing from the southwest gate!

The walls of the city were already stained with war and blood.

The defenders were exhausted, but their eyes were bright, and they stared at their king with excitement, screaming and cheering.

The drums of war shook.

You Wuming rides the dust and rushes out of the giant door.

The sky is full of arrows.

There were arrows raining down the walls of the city walls, as well as neatly directed locusts from the Hanju Army.

From time to time the wind whizzed, and the catapult drove the whole piece of black iron ore toward the enemy's camp.

Youmei led the army to kill, the city wall stopped shooting arrows, the Hanzhou army also put out a cavalry formation, the two armies hedged, and the locust arrow cloud closed the rain break.

Two torrents of steel collided!

Not long ago, the two armies that joined forces against the Devil in the Great Wall showed their fangs and claws mercilessly towards each other.

In the chaotic army, the two kings instantly locked each other.

In the battlefield, breathing became extremely difficult, and around the world shouted to kill Zhen Tian, ​​the soldiers struck each other with blood, and blood was spilled.

Everything turned into slow motion, but people fell and died faster than ever.

Sang saw Han Shaoling at a glance.

Today he is wearing silver armor, a golden cloak is flying behind him, his eyebrows are thick and his lips are red, like a **** of war.

His eyes fell on Sang Yuan and he paused.

At this moment, the series of shadows in Han Shaoling's heart finally closed together. It's her, and every silhouette is her.

If she can be taken away from You Wuming's hands today, then he is confident that he can possess and conquer the woman completely.

Han Shaoling smiled, raising the silver halberd in his hand.

The halberd slowly crossed a half circle in front of him, and Sang was surprised to find that Han Shaoling had advanced!

He was originally a strong player in the eightfold heaven of the Lingming Realm, and at this moment, almost five feet long of the spirit blaze erupted on the halberd. Obviously, he has stepped into the Lingyao Realm and has a real battle with You Wuming. .

Sang Yuan's heart sank slightly.

If it is usual, no matter how advanced he is, he can't beat Youmei, but at this moment, Youmei's serious injury has not healed, and he will certainly not be able to exert his normal strength.

As soon as the thought turned, I saw the black sword above the lifeless black sword, bursting out more than ten feet of Aoki spirit!

He... is also stronger than before!

Short-lived slightly lowered his body, and soon became a lightning.

Dare to stop everything on the road, it was completely levelled in an instant.

With two breathing kung fu, the two kings each traversed half of the battlefield, and with great strength, they collided.

One hit will determine the outcome.

Han Shaoling, broken halberd.

Short-lived hooves, turned around, and ran again to the enemy king who spouted blood, and saw him under the hoof!

Fortunately, Han Shaoling's guard responded quickly, and when the halberd fell to the ground, they had swarmed up, snatched Han Shaoling, and hurriedly retreated.

The lifeless laughter overshadowed the roar on the battlefield.

"Kill!" His voice was not loud, but it instantly ignited all the Youjun.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

Shout to kill Zhentian.

The Hanzhou Army retreated, barely supporting more than ten miles, completely collapsed, and fled back to Hanjingguan.

A round of arrow rain blocked the pursuit of Youzhou.

Youjun was stationed under the Hanzhou Pass and sneered and despised at the enemy.

They are troubled by you.

After a little trouble for a long time, seeing that Han Shaoling didn't mean to fight anymore, he lazily withdrew his army and returned to the camp.

This time, You Wu was postponed, hanging slowly at the end of the army.

"Little Mulberry," he pressed his forehead against the back of her head, his voice low and dumb, "I can't hide you."

He was also hit hard when he killed Han Shaolin with all his strength.

The blood that could not be swallowed was nowhere to be placed. He grabbed her cloak and wiped the blood from his mouth. Naturally I can't hide her.

If not, he would pretend as if nothing had happened.

"This kid is lucky," he sighed quietly. "Lianjin ranks three, I'm afraid I didn't take any terrible medicine. As long as the rank is lower, he's already a corpse. Hey, it's a pity."

Sang counted with his fingers apart.

Tier 3, then Han Shaoling is now the second heaven of Lingyao Realm.

The male owner is really different, stimulated, and can immediately hang up.

She silently felt the pitiful spiritual hidden realm of Triple Heaven's cultivation, and sighed for a long time.

After this battle, Sang far more clearly realized how amazing the strength of the villain.

She turned around and grabbed him gently.

"Go back and recuperate. Don't leave the bed until the injury is complete."

You Wuming raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Xiao Sanguo, what are you suggesting. With you to accompany me, I am willing to stay out of bed and die on it."

She said: "Your two old doctors will be happy to accompany you."

Halfway through, news came one after another.

The heavens really sent a letter, summoned the kings of the states, and condemned the rebellious and lifeless!

Along with the letter, the three envoys sent back to Tiandu's spiritual images by special means before dying, to prove that Youming was really a betrayal. Tiandu conquered the state, and the evidence must be conclusive.

As soon as the news came out, Youzhou was in a hurry.

The Northwest Pingzhou, the Northeast Zhangzhou, and the Southeastern Zhao Zhouqi and Jiang four-state coalition forces also sent troops to the Youzhou border. Although Zhengdong Jizhou did not do anything, it also hoarded its horses and horses at the border.

In the west, there are Han and Sang Erzhou. Han Shaoling was just seriously injured. Although he also transferred his soldiers, he could not turn the waves.

At first sight, only the southwestern frontier bordering Sangzhou is temporarily safe.

You Wuming carelessly listened to the military situation of each line, gently stroked Sang Yuan's hair, and said, "Little Sanguo, you say, who will we kill next?"

"Your injury..."

You Wuming said: "Agu's strength is not to lose Han Shaoling, just let him go. Xiao Sanguo, look at you, how bad your vision was!"

The powerhouses of this world can be surpassed by 10,000.

The two armies hedged, and if the Lord would be cut, it would most likely be rushed into a sand by the other party's cutting-edge power in a short period of time, just like the Thunder War at Yumenguan.

Therefore, a good general, plus a normal-level military division, can control most of the battle.

Sang pondered for a moment, and took care of his thoughts, saying: "According to Fangcai's report, Pingzhou in the northwest and Zhangzhou in the northeast are the states most eager to send troops, and the grain and grass supplies have not been able to keep up. Together, they are holding back each other. It stands to reason that they should be caught off guard by killing them at this moment."

"In the southeast, Jiang Zhaozhou and Qi Qizhou's four-state coalition forces are coming aggressively and steadily, preparing to hoard soldiers at the border of Jiang Erzhou and slowly advancing, it will be a protracted tug of war."

"In the east of Jizhou, the soldiers are on the border, but the king of Jizhou has already gone to the capital to plead for you."

She looked back at him.

You Wuming gently raised her eyebrows and said, "Little Mulberry just listened to it once and remembered so much."

Sang raised his eyebrows proudly: "Not only remember."

"Oh?"

She proudly lifted her small chin: "Ping and Zhang Erzhou are adjacent to Ming Yuan, and they were sheltered by you in the past. Even if they want to be ungrateful, they never dare to really take into account the Ming Yuan behind them. This is in acting. Look at the sky!"

You Wuming's eyes narrowed slightly.

Sang Yuan continued: "Jiang Zhao Zhouqi's four-state coalition forces seem to be fierce, but in fact the four-state strength is poor in one game, and a group of goats together cannot become a tiger. They are just walking around the border to see Look, it's not a climate."

You Wuming pressed her lips.

"And Jizhou in the east, huh," she tickled her lips. "The king of Jizhou pretended to beg you in the sky, but the border army was not at all lazy. With just a command, you can start to attack you. Ferry, this is the real trouble!"

Red lips touched lightly: "If I didn't make a mistake, the people at Youdu will be unprepared at this moment, and they may be called brothers and brothers with the Jizhou Army who is hoarding outside."

There was a dignified float clearly in the dark eyes of the lifeless.

"Little Mulberry, you are such a genius."

Sang far smiled elegantly and humblely.

She wouldn't tell him that Youzhou had destroyed the war, she had already seen the spoilers.

After You Wuming died in Tiandu, Youzhou quickly fell across the country, and all of them were reduced to prisoners of war, ending the same as Sangzhou.

In Sang Yuan's heart, Youzhou and Sangzhou are simply brothers and brothers.

"Then kill Ji Lechi." You Wuming claps his hands.

The king of Jizhou went to heaven to be merciless and pleading, and now it is the king of Jizhou, Jilechi who leads the soldiers.

A strong man with five celestial realms.

Sang smiled mysteriously from the far away: "It's just like the father is almost in the sky, not like us..."

Soon, Wang Ling passed on.

After talking about the border war, the two were like cicadas suddenly stopped crying in the tree, and the atmosphere instantly fell into stagnation.

After the plan was set up the night before, Youyou was very generous to send those rebellious and forged documents to Sangzhou, and ask Sangzhou Wang to act according to plan.

If the King of Sangzhou got upset and quietly handed the evidence to the emperor's desk, it would be a great achievement. After the extinction, he would be able to share the greatest benefits.

It is quite normal for the royal family to sacrifice their children for the great cause.

Sang is far from being able to protect others.

A moment later, she broke through the dullness: "If the father Wang pits you, then I can only do my best to compensate, and die with you, how?"

You Wuming smiled and did not answer.

Sang glanced at him from afar, knowing that the man had his own plans.

Soon, the army returned to Youdu.

Master Wang triumphed, and seemed to be thrown into a string of firecrackers in the dull atmosphere.

On top of a heavy cloud, the stars bounced joyfully.

After entering the king city, Youyou swayed back and forth and left the palace quietly from the side door.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

"Buy something." He said mysteriously.

Sang Yuan's face turned red.

Arriving in front of the shop with the word "white" on the lower right of the plaque, Youwu pulled up the mask to cover their faces and stepped in.

"Take the best hibiscus fat." He hanged Erlang locally. "Here is the problem, money is not a problem."

Sang far felt that he was covering his ears and stealing the bell, because the master's armor was so easy to recognize. Returning to military lord, it is really a ghost animal who is unable to vomit.

The guys in the shop are shaking their legs.

The hibiscus fat is packed in a small jade box. The ice-cold box is like a soldering iron in its hand.

When she returned to the palace, her legs were shaking.

Although Youmei was wounded, this man seemed to be unaware of the pain at all. As long as he didn't fall down, he could be just like someone who was fine.

He clutched her wrist and strode the meteor towards the Lao Temple, unable to wait to swallow her into the abdomen.

She was forced to trot.

Unexpectedly, You Wuming fell into the palace as soon as she entered it.

Sang was far away from his eyes, and quickly went to support him. Unexpectedly, the man was too heavy. He took her to the ground and crushed her.

Fortunately, she was wearing a armor and didn't make him hold his breath.

For a long time, she finally got out from under his arm. She whispered Xiaowuxiaoliu quietly, and helped You Wumei back to the sapphire bed, removing the heavy armor.

When the armor was removed, he immediately noticed that the arrow in his heart burst, and the layers of blood coagulated in his clothes, forming a thick scab.

Sleeping beauty fell asleep again.

He didn't say hello either, and Sang wasn't sure if he had recovered from his self-confessed treatment.

The two white-haired doctors were summoned and worked hard to wash his wounds several times and apply the wound medicine. Thousands of thousands asked him to let Sang look at him from a distance, not to let him get out of bed, not to be violent. movement.

Sang feels guilty far away.

...

The night slowly occupied the large black carved wooden window.

Sang kept a few fluorescent candles in the distance, put down the dark blue tent, and there was only a little dim light between the beds.

This gruesome environment seems to be particularly suitable for the lifeless.

Looking at him like this is more like a perfect immobile Yan Luo.

Even with his eyes closed, he can still see that this person is not easy to mess with. She couldn't help but fell to the jade pillow, stretched out her fingers, and traced the outline of his eyebrows carefully.

Just like he did to her.

He was born very pleasing. Sang can't help but imagine, if the strength of the two people is swapped, she can raise him as a white face! Raise for a long time!

After staring at him for a long time, seeing that he really didn't mean to wake up, she fell softly, sideways, squinting halfway, her eyes fell on his chest, watching the beautiful lines slowly rise and fall .

She didn't know how to watch the vigil, just to watch, don't let him die?

He stared at him for a while, and suddenly heard a clear voice from the corner--

"Tuk."

Sang was taken aback.

Looking out through the dark blue mantle tent, the entire monastery shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, numbing the scalp.

You Wuming didn't feel this way when he was awake, because he himself was the head of the ghost, and if he was there, all the ghosts would bypass.

But at the moment he slept deeply.

Sang took a long inhalation and decided to confirm it, saving himself from suspicion and scaring himself.

She lifted the mantle and got off the bed, drew the shoes, took a candle, picked up her beautiful crystal jade sword, and walked in the direction of the sound.

"Tuk."

The sound came more clearly.

In the corner stood a black screen.

Sang Yuan's heart beat faster. She has the illusion of exploring in ghost films.

"Otherwise forget it." She settled down, adjusted her clothes, and walked back.

"Tuk, Tuk Tuk."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." There is a **** that I don't know when to speak.

Intuition tells her that if you go back like this, this **** voice will be with her overnight.

It should be something like a mouse.

Calling Youyingwei in to catch the mouse seems a bit excessive. Call the waitress? Forget it, it's really unethical for girls to work overtime in this haunted house in the middle of the night.

On the lifeless ground, there is no need to consider the issue of personal safety. Sang thought from afar that at most he was taken aback. Anyway, he had to watch him tonight and scare him off.

She took a breath and walked behind the screen.

I saw a black wooden box placed at the top of the ground, half-height, boxy, with exquisite materials and exquisite workmanship.

"Tuk Tuk."

The sound came from the box.

"Did you come up with it?" Sang asked very calmly.

"Tuk Tuk."

"Don't want?"

"Tuk Tuk."

Sang nodded from afar, thinking, it seems that it is not something that can understand people's words. The eight achievements are mice or cockroaches.

She reached out and touched the edge of the black wooden box.

What people fear most is always unknown. Knowing that the sound came from the box, Sang was far less afraid.

At this size, there is no way to hide zombies.

She opened the lid with the tip of her sword and squinted into it.

"Lying!...fuck!"

Seeing what was right in front of her eyes, Peerless Beauty made a decisive blow.

It was Jiang Jinpeng who looked at her right.

That day, in the imperial palace, Jiang Jinpeng, who was shot by You Wuming's palm, lost most of his body.

At this moment, he was like a wooden sculpture of a half-length body, and he was placed in this luxurious black wooden box in an upright manner, and Sang Yuan's eyes widened and squinted.

He is not yet dead!

A turbid single eye was full of blood, turned red, the expression of fear was twisted, and the body was still made of wood. I don't know what poisonous hand is under You Wuming, but he can actually turn a living person into this way.

Sang had sympathized with him for a while. Was he forgotten here by Yumei? ! Gee.

"Otherwise I'll give you a good time? If you agree, you blink."

Jiang Jinpeng blinked like crazy.

Sang hesitated for a moment, raised his sword and pierced his eyebrows.

This guy wanted her life at first, but now he has been tortured for so long, and the punishment is enough. It is a good deal for her to come to deal with him personally. Sang thought so far.

Jiang Jinpeng's one eye lost its luster.

The crystal jade sword was not stained with blood.

She closed the lid and sighed.

I did not expect that it was not a cockroach or a mouse, but a half-living person.

But now that he has become a dead person, there should be no more noise to make a restless life.

Sang Yuan placed the crystal jade sword on the long case and turned back to see Youyou.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

No, this time, it was a bit scary.

She watched Jiang Jinpeng die, and she couldn't die anymore.

That Duyin sounded more urgent, and urged.

Sang provokes a lot of anger at it.

"Hey, I want to see what it is!"

She put the fire candle aside, covering her eyes with one hand, looking out from the cracks of her fingers, the other carrying the sword, and once again lifted the lid of the black wooden box.

Jiang Jinpeng had fallen down, and behind his body, a puppet was sitting upright, far away from Sang.

If Jiang Jinpeng does not fall, then he and this doll are back to back. Just then his body just blocked the puppet, and at the moment he fell, and the puppet appeared.

Sang held his breath from afar, manipulated his fingers, and looked up and down.

The sound of "Tuk Tuk" was uploaded by this doll.

Sang looked away from the side and found the mystery.

It turned out that there was a long string of amber rosaries hanging on the neck of the doll. The doll was sitting with chest on its chest. The rosary rocked back and forth, knocking on the wall of the box and making a sound.

It should be that Jiang Jinpeng moved to the doll just when he fell.

Sang exhaled from afar, no longer covering his eyes halfway.

She reached out the tip of the sword and stopped the rosary.

The world is quiet.

Sang withdrew his sword from afar, and was about to press the lid of the box, and saw the puppet fall straight back.

She was taken aback, glancing at the face of the puppet among the electric light and the flint.

The evil spirits are gorgeous, and the lips are full of malicious smiles. Is a male puppet. How old is it.

When it was about to look closely, it had fallen straight into the shadows.

If Sang wanted to take a closer look, he would have to walk directly above the cage and look straight down.

The teal palace is so ghostly that the candlelight doesn't enter the bottom of the box...

She made up the picture with a brain, and Ji Lingling shivered, gave up her thoughts decisively, and slapped the lid with a sword.

Solved the annoying sound.

She had no interest in the eccentric eccentricity.

In case you accidentally found something you shouldn't find...

A few green vines hung outside the carved wooden window, and Sang moved his ears far from the ear. He heard short-lived and twitched his hoofs in his nest.

"Does Gouzi also suffer from insomnia? Short-lived, sleep with eyes closed!" she shouted softly toward Qingteng.

Short life is still planing.

She went back to the bed, and the probe tried the dead temperature.

He didn't have a fever.

Silently watching the sleepy face of the madman for a while, Sang could not help but sighed softly again.

If this man is not such a lunatic, I am afraid that the noble girl chasing him can circle the cloud realm three times.

Like now, there are more than twenty people, even women have never touched.

Just wanting to be enchanted, she suddenly had a strange intuition that made her turn her head. After seeing the black screen in the corner of the temple, I could vaguely see the wide open lid.

Sang Yuanyuan: "emmm..." Remember to close the lid just now.

Hehehehe? It must be closed.

She counseled for a second, and decisively crawled over You Wuming, lying on the side of the bed.

Let this shaxing be calm.

Within a few seconds, she felt something wrong again.

There was something above the mantle behind him...

She took a deep breath and slowly turned her head.

When Yu Guang glanced at a shadow, his wrist was suddenly gripped.

"Xiao Sanguo, how do you care for patients? Hmm?"

His voice was weak, and his tone was brutal and domineering.

Youwu woke up!

At this moment, Sang was like a ball filled with courage, and suddenly expanded.

She suddenly looked up at the top of the tent and found nothing on it.

She looked again at the black screen, and only faintly saw the outline of a well-shaped cage.

"Yu Wuming..." She flattened her mouth and looked at him. "Is there a ghost in your temple?"

He stared at her like a ghost, for a while, you said quietly: "You can see me dead, you can have one."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She stared at the freshly awakened patient.

"Can you tell me the next time you confess yourself?"

"Okay." His appearance looked poor, probably because of light.

After hesitating for a moment, she said: "Just before I found Jiang Jinpeng by accident."

You Wuming narrowed her narrow eyes halfway and said lazily: "Well. Are you dead?"

"I didn't know it was dead at first, but after I saw it, I was dead." Sang fart couldn't help but vomited a groove in his heart. What's this about Schrodinger's Jiang Jinpeng?

He smiled softly: "Did you look dead?"

She didn't answer the phone and looked at him with her cheek, looking left and right.

He closed his eyes and pressed her eyes with his big hands: "But can you see anything else?"

"A beautiful doll." Sang said far, "with a string of amber beads. I only saw one glance, if you can't ask, then don't say it, I don't know anything anyway."

Youming: "..."

He moved his eyelids and stared at her funny.

"Little Sanguo, are you thinking about something strange in your head?"

He stretched out his hand, pulled her to his side and lay down, his big cold hand pressed heavily on her side face.

He leaned over half of his body, stared at her eyes, and said solemnly: "Don't guess, it's a weapon."

"Ah, weapons?" She nodded stunnedly, "Oh!"

A weird smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "This is my secret, a secret that only you know. Dare to say it, you will die."

"Uh huh!"

He narrowed his eyes: "Little Mulberry, I think you are perfunctory."

She rushed up and kissed his unpleasant mouth.

She had already sold her hue.

After a few more kisses, there is really a sense of belonging. She felt that only the person in front of her could make her kiss directly without any ill feeling. Even if he is sick. Not too sick.

Kiss, kiss, get used to it.

Breathing quickly, Youyou grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her away.

He panted heavily and pressed his cough forcibly, flushing his cheeks.

For a while, he said badly: "Do you want to use Hibiscus fat now!"

The eyes are slanted and the view is dangerous.

Sang Yuan made up for the way he was lying on her body while vomiting blood with force. With a twitch of his mouth, he quickly retracted into the bedding and smiled politely: "Sleep."

Since he woke up, the gloomy atmosphere in the temple disappeared, and the deep cyan color only felt thick and vicissitudes. Not even short-lived.

It's a magical sense of security.

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