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

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You Wuming seemed to be in a good mood.

He turned over to bed, and his back seemed to be particularly lively.

"There is a sacrifice today." He casually pulled off the loose robe and took off a slightly more formal black robe from the jade rack.

"Little Sangguo, come and change my clothes for me."

She sat up and said in surprise, "You still have to go out before your serious injury has healed?"

"Injury? What injury?" He looked back at her solemnly, "Do I look like someone who will get hurt?"

Sang Yuanyuan smirked, got out of bed, and tied his belt for him.

There were no clothes that fit her on his jade rack.

After taking care of him, she yawned and wanted to go back to the bed.

"Little Sangguo," he stopped her, "where are you going?"

"Make up your sleep. There are no clothes I can wear here."

He chuckled and clapped his palms.

The waitress came in with a tray, and on top of the tray was a set of black clothes, the texture of which was almost the same as the one he was wearing.

It's just that his fringe is Chilong, and hers is Wufeng.

Although it is casual clothes, it seems to be the etiquette of Mrs. Zheng.

The waitress put down her clothes and bowed down. You Wuming walked in front of Sang Yuanyuan, his eyes were heavy and extremely oppressive.

"Do you want me to help you get dressed?"

She quickly grabbed her clothes and fled behind the screen of the misty mountains.

When she came out a little shyly, she saw him with his arms around his chest, smiling strangely.

"Little mulberry, those clouds, are gauze. Transparent."

Sang Yuanyuan's expression changed.

You Wuming smiled wickedly: "Flickering and appearing, it is even more graceful. Xiao Sangguo, you are deliberately seducing me."

She turned her head stiffly to look at the screen, stared at it for a while, and found that she couldn't see the palace wall behind the screen at all.

It's not transparent at all!

"I lied to you!"

You Wuming laughed and leaned back and forth.

Before she could get angry, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her out of the palace.

Short-lived was jumping under the steps, and when he saw his master come out, he was so happy that he sneezed several times in a row.

Traveling today, You Wuming did not bring a knife.

After all, the body is still weak.

The shadow guards were divided into two columns and followed behind him.

"Why aren't you in a hurry at all?" Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help asking, "Those people framed you for rebelling!"

You Wuming's face is full of indifference: "Rebel just rebel."

"But..." She recalled the destruction of Sangzhou in the book.

Tiandu didn't need to take action at all, just sent a letter, and his own pack of wolves and tigers swarmed up and devoured a small state.

You Wuming stared at her from the corner of his eye, seeing that her face was full of genuine worry, he unknowingly raised the corners of his lips, and said to her with a rare seriousness—

"For a while, no one dares to be such a bird in his early days."

His voice was flat and indifferent, and Sang Yuan could even hear a hint of cruelty.

She tilted her head to look at him, and saw a look of contempt in his black eyes.

Just at this moment, a horse came from the front and hurriedly reported it.

"Report to the lord, the king of Hanzhou leads a hundred thousand troops to storm Yumen Pass! Yumen Pass is in an emergency, at most five days!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

You Wuming: "..."

Yumen Pass is the first important town on the west line of Youzhou, adjacent to the border of Hanzhou. Youzhou is different from other states. Every fortress has heavy troops.

Sang Yuanyuan really didn't expect that it was Han Shaoling who made this early bird. At this moment, there has not been any news from Tiandu, and when he did so, he raised the flag brightly.

You Wuming laughed.

"Good," he said.

He pulled the reins and continued to head north of the city.

"Xiao Sangguo, after watching the death sacrifice today, I will take you to behead Han Shaoling tomorrow."

Sang Yuanyuan could only feel the smell of blood in the air.

Going forward for a while, she found that the bloody smell was not an illusion. A sacrifice is being performed in front, and the blood is soaring to the sky.

She suddenly remembered what the life sacrifice was all about.

Every year, the eighteen states of the Cloud Realm have to make sacrifices, taking flawless young girls, pouring them into special potions, vomiting blood to death, and using that pure blood to sacrifice to nine strange inland abyss mouths.

Very cruel and barbaric customs, with a strong superstitious color.

For thousands of years, people on this land believed that if the sacrifice was done on the day of Jing Zhe, they could temporarily satisfy the demons under the abyss and appease the restless abyss.

In the book, Meng Wuyou, after becoming the wife of Han Shaoling, destroyed a sacrifice and rescued a young girl. That year, the 'surging tide' of the underworld demons appeared in twelve places at the same time in a thousand years, and it was only a matter of time before the eighteen states of the cloud realm were completely reduced to the delicacy of the underworld demons.

No one knows if it is coincidence or necessity.

San Yuan didn't know either.

You Wuming caught her nervousness very keenly.

He bent over her ear and exhaled softly: "I'm already dead, I won't give you a chance to sympathize with those sacrifices."

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

The sacrifice is done in a big pit, standing on the edge of the pit and looking down,

I saw that the bottom of the pit seemed to have a huge and beautiful red pattern tattooed with blood and mist, and a pale body was being lifted up by someone, and someone surrounded it, crying and laughing.

You Wuming said: "It's all willingly. The selected sacrifice, the family can get rid of the slave status. For these people, it is actually a great good thing."

"Do you believe it?" she asked.

You Wuming turned his head to look at her.

"Sacrificial sacrifices can appease the demons. Do you believe it?" She looked back and looked deeply into his eyes.

"If I believe..." I saw an evil smile on his face, "I wouldn't do it."

She stared at him blankly.

His breathing became extremely heavy, covering her ears, and his voice was a little excited and hoarse: "Little Sangguo, you don't know how dirty this world is, I can't wait to make it disappear every day!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

This metamorphosis is probably hopeless.

He smiled suddenly, with a wicked smile: "I will live well and give it a funeral with my own hands."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

A proper villain, pure.

Can this be broken back?

At this moment, the crowd surrounding the girl's body suddenly became noisy.

You Wuming tugged at the reins lightly, and ran over in a short time.

When they got close, they learned that there was a nail cut on the girl's forearm, and several white-robed priests were shocked and scattered. new injury.

"Not even a single flaw!" The priest was terrified. "In order to be safe, it's best to make a perfect tribute again!"

Immediately someone pushed another girl to the front: "Lord, look at her, there is no problem at all!"

It's like selling a product.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart hangs slightly and looks over. The girl just raised her head, her numb eyes stared straight at Sang Yuanyuan, as if strange stars were turning in her eyes.

Sang saw the girl's mouth move from a distance, as if she was using her mouth to say - 'Help me. ’

She trembled, and subconsciously clenched You Wuming's hand.

You Wuming moved his eyelids.

The guard stepped forward to push the crowd away, You Wuming walked slowly to the vicinity, squinted at the corpse, and said, "Injury after death."

Seeing the arrival of the lord, the crowd immediately knelt on the ground.

"Lord!"

When the lord said something, no one dared to question it.

Since it was a post-mortem injury, there was no need to sacrifice another girl.

The girl who escaped death knelt on the ground and stared at Sang Yuanyuan until she was dragged down.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. The blood-colored cloud fell on her heart, making her feel uncomfortable. The smell of blood in the air made her very dizzy, and her breathing seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, sticky and heavy.

It was clearly still early in the morning, but she felt sleepy in the afternoon, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

She frowned, and suddenly remembered something very wrong—at the beginning, Meng Wuyou was supposed to be a sacrifice. If Han Shaoling hadn't brought her out of the slave camp, she would have been sacrificed with blood in Hanzhou today. It should be her who was shocked.

However, that day before Meng Wuyou fell on the dead desk, there was a crescent birthmark on her ankle. It was this birthmark that made a Shadow Guard recognize her as his long-lost sister, using his own Her life was exchanged for her life.

"Can I make a sacrifice even if I have a birthmark?" Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help tilting his head and asked.

"Naturally not." You Wuming replied casually without thinking, "No flaws are allowed."

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes gradually deepening.

"Ah, I remembered it. That fake is a sacrifice." You Wuming said slowly, "How can a sacrifice have a birthmark? Oh, the fake is still a liar."

Has Han Shaoling been deceived?

He was indeed moved by the tears shed by a woman who was about to die.

Sang Yuanyuan shook his head slightly. Even if she doesn't like Meng Wuyou, she has to admit that people like Meng Wuyou can't tell such lies.

She must have been chosen as a sacrifice.

So, will birthmarks grow the day after tomorrow? At the right time...grow out...save her life?

Sang Yuanyuan's contemplative appearance fell into You Wuming's eyes, gradually igniting a dark fire.

"What are you thinking?" he asked softly.

She was so fascinated that she didn't hear it.

You Wuming bowed and covered her ear, and said like a hypnotized deception: "I found that Han Shaoling was deceived, do you really want to go to him and tell him the truth, eh?"

Sang Yuanyuan's thoughts were confused by him, and she vaguely felt that this man seemed to have performed some strange trick to confuse her mind. She happened to be very sleepy, so she got caught.

"Yeah." She uttered the words in her heart.

You Wuming's eyes instantly became cold to his bones.

He raised a big hand, slowly stroked the mysterious dress that symbolized the Mistress of Youzhou, and landed it on her slender neck, strangling it.

"Then what?" He continued to breathe softly beside her ear, "Let him hate that woman, how are you going to come back to him? Huh?"

"What woman?" Her eyes were still sluggish, she didn't even feel her breathing was blocked, and her voice was panting, "I want to tell him that the one who killed my father and brother was not you."

lifeless

His expression changed, and he hurriedly dropped his hands.

Before she came back to her senses, he stunned her abruptly, held the person in his arms, and his eyes were quite guilty.

As soon as he pulled the reins, he ran out of the royal city in a short life, and ran straight to a grassy low slope on the outskirts of the city.

He rolled down with his arms around her, put her on the grass, crouched aside, and stared at her.

"Short life," he called.

Short-lived leaned forward and cupped Sang's far arm with his nose.

"What should I do?" he muttered, "if she wakes up, will she realize that I have wrongly blamed her and touched her."

He glanced at him briefly, his eyes rather speechless.

It remembered one thing. Last time, its master didn't know where the wind was blowing. He suddenly wanted to carve a pattern on the tree, but he accidentally made a mistake. chopped into firewood.

Another time, he kindly helped it build a log cabin, but the roof was a little crooked, and the repair was done. After fiddling with it a few times, he suddenly became impatient and dismantled its nest again.

That's the guy...

"Or kill?" He really said this sentence.

He was still squatting on the ground and shaking gently, as if eager to try.

Shorty sneezed angrily, turned sideways, and a flick of his tail knocked You Wuming upside down on the grass.

You Wuming was so shocked that it was genuine.

I saw the short life drop the big furry butt to the ground, and the whole giant beast sat upright in front of Sang Yuanyuan.

It's actually a little cowardly, with a pair of black eyes that glanced lifelessly, and then glanced lifelessly.

When one person and one beast looked at each other, it immediately assumed a arrogant posture and twisted its big head to one side. The body is unstoppable.

You Wuming: "..."

After a long stalemate, he stood up slowly, and said, "If you don't go out with a knife, even your short-term life is wrong."

He tilted his head and complained, "You've become a sperm, haven't you!"

Short-lived was quite a little guilty, his head drooped a little, and he glanced at his master from the bottom up.

"Little Sangguo is mine!" You Wuming raised his hips and declared his sovereignty, "It's not yours!"

The short-lived big head was hooked lower, hesitating, not knowing whether to let it go.

One person and one beast confronted each other for a moment, and the short life was completely counseled.

It was short, with its four legs bent and moved to one side.

Although the body is very honest, it still takes the last breath of beast, and puts on a posture that it is ready to throw down You Wuming at any time to prevent him from doing stupid things.

You Wuming blinked innocently, sat next to Sang Yuanyuan, pulled her up, and leaned halfway in his arms.

After observing for a short while, he rubbed behind him and made him a pillow.

It understands its owner - with this appearance, it will not kill for a while.

"What did Xiao Sangguo do?" You Wuming tilted Sang Yuanyuan's head aggrievedly, staring at the faint bruises on her neck, "I just touched it lightly."

Shortly rolled his eyes.

"Oh!" His eyes lit up, "It's an old injury made by Jiang Jinpeng! As for Jiang Jinpeng, I'm going to kill him."

Short-lived: "..."

You Wuming nodded: "Yes, keep it there, with 'it'. Let him 'enjoy' for a while."

The voice was somber.

He narrowed his eyes.

Sigh: "You said, I'm about to die, why won't the Shadow Guard betray? Follow me, what are they trying to do? If they betray, I'll kill them all, saving one today and one tomorrow. ."

He touched his short-lived head back with his hand: "Why didn't you die last time? You've died a hundred times. If you don't die, I have to worry about when you will die."

Short-lived: "..."

It felt that its owner was actually a very, very insecure guy, but he would never admit it himself.

One person and one beast stared at each other with big eyes.

After a while, You Wuming slowly lowered his head.

I saw a drop of translucent water drop on the hand he was holding on Sang Yuanyuan's waist.

The woman in her arms trembled slightly, whimpering softly, like a milk cat.

She murmured in a low voice, "Shuang'er...Shuang'er..."

You Wuming's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Short-lived put his head under the claws of You Wuming in a timely manner.

He grabbed two hands on its soft white fur, and smiled lightly: "Why are you panicking, it doesn't sound like a man's name."

Short-lived really wanted to give him a look of contempt, but unfortunately didn't dare.

"Ah!" Sang Yuanyuan exclaimed, opened his eyes, and his chest heaved violently.

She stared blankly around for a long time before slowly regaining her senses.

She had an extremely real dream, which made her unclear for a while what it was.

Trembling, she raised her hand and looked at the fingernail of her left ring finger.

"Little Sangguo," a faint voice came from behind, "How old are you, and you still have nightmares?"

Sang Yuanyuan slowly turned his head and looked at him blankly. After watching for a while, a bright teardrop rolled out of his eyes.

You Wuming's expression was a bit cracked: "...with me, what to be afraid of. What is there to be afraid of in dreams."

She lightly grasped the placket of his shirt, and after a while, her expression calmed down.

"I just dreamed that I became the girl who was sacrificed." She slowly enunciates,

As if to drive those memories out of my mind, "The dream started last night and continued until I died today. Every moment, I feel the same."

You Wuming slowly narrowed his eyes.

"That medicine... ruined the whole body, and there was only one intact shell left. Inside, everything was corroded, and blood was spit out, and it was all spit out. It was very uncomfortable." She recalled, saying, "But, even so , I still think it would be better to die."

You Wuming's eyes became colder, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, as if he understood something.

"So, at the moment when I was given the medicine, I quietly cut my arm with my fingernails. This is not perfect. They will definitely sacrifice another person, and the two won't have to wait until next year..."

She raised her hand and looked again at her clean nails.

After a while, she closed her eyes, inhaled gently, three times in quick succession, and then exhaled long and slowly. After repeating it seven or eight times, she managed to get her mind out of the suffocating emotions.

"Who is Shuang'er?" You Wuming asked lightly.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly got out of the state of empathy. She recalled for a moment and said, "It's the girl who was almost replaced."

The corners of You Wuming's lips were slightly curved, and his smile was gentle: "So, after seeing that scene, Xiao Sangguo couldn't let it go, and he weaved a sad dream?"

"...Ah." She didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.

The details in the dream are too real, every mood, and those encounters...

Also, the feeling of scratching the skin with a fingernail.

She couldn't help but look down at her nails again. A strange impulse kept coming up in her heart, and she felt that she had to confirm it, otherwise it would be really hard to let go.

"Can you take another look at the dead body?" she asked.

"it is good."

You Wuming lazily pulled her up, hugged her, mounted the Yunjian Beast, and walked back to the city.

He indifferently instructed to continue, but after a while, the body of the girl covered in white cloth was carried into the vestibule.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly lifted the cloth, revealing the girl's pale face.

She took two deep breaths, looked down, and landed on the girl's left hand.

Ring finger nails...

Impressively left with dander and blood stains!

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, his scalp was numb, and the sound of his heartbeat reverberated violently in his mind.

She circled stiffly to the other side and gently lifted the dead man's already stiff arm.

That scratch was exactly where she dreamed.

how is this possible? !

She was stunned in disbelief for a while, then suddenly remembered something, got up and looked at You Wuming, and said, "Save me, save Shuang'er, okay?"

An indifferent smile appeared on You Wuming's lips: "The next sacrifice will be next year."

She shook her head slightly, her expression a little weird, as if she thought what she was about to say was ridiculous.

But she said it anyway: "The person who looks after the 'sacrifice' is very bad and does some very, very bad things to them."

She pursed her lips and continued to say with difficulty: "After today's sacrifice, that guard was stimulated by blood, and will definitely torture Shuang'er even more abnormally..."

You Wuming raised the corners of his lips: "But the sacrifice must be perfect, even if there is such a bad person, what can he do?"

"It won't cause all the trauma." Sang Yuanyuan's eyes were slightly stiff, and he said every word.

At the beginning of the dream, she saw it with her own eyes.

The potbellied guy bared his yellow teeth and wanted to do something to her. It was Shuang'er who hid her behind him and suffered all kinds of humiliation in her place.

"Oh?" You Wuming suddenly became interested, he took her into his arms and said happily, "Go and have a look."

On this land of Youzhou, You Wuming is the god who dominates everything.

After a while, the two arrived at the slave camp where the sacrifices were kept in captivity.

The crowd fell to the ground in a daze. You Wuming didn't say a word, so they didn't dare to get up, and they didn't dare to make any sound.

Short-lived lightly and skilfully hunched the two of them, jumped up the stone steps as tall as a couple of feet, and crashed into the big stone house where the sacrifices were usually taken care of.

Sang could see from a distance that the girl was kneeling in front of a fat man who was not wearing an inch, and raised her head in humiliation.

You Wuming was stunned for a moment.

Those extremely dark eyes slowly turned around.

Fatty Yellow Fang turned his head suddenly, saw You Wuming's face clearly, and froze in place with fright.

After a moment of stagnation, he was terrified.

The girl was still kneeling numbly, like a walking corpse, unconscious.

You Wuming twitched the corners of his eyes, bowed his head and instructed the guard behind him, "Buried."

When the guards were about to do it, he added, "Bury the ditch."

Fatty Yellow Fang was dragged down like a corpse.

The girl slowly raised her head, and after seeing Sang Yuanyuan's appearance clearly, her eyes finally became a little smarter.

"Shuang'er is willing to be an ox and horse, serve the lady, and die for the lady!" She fell to the ground, smashing the floor with her forehead.

You Wuming pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Sangguo seems to be missing a personal maid."

A girl named Shuang'er was taken out of the slave camp.

Sang Yuanyuan called her in front of him and asked a few simple questions. He was completely sure that this girl was the one who appeared in his dream.

This fact is very miraculous.

Sang Yuanyuan thought groggyly, could this be fate?

When he returned to the royal city, Sang Yuanyuan felt even more sleepy. She kept her spirits strong, and after changing the medicine for You Wuming, she crouched on the sapphire couch, not wanting to move at all.

She knew he would stare at her every now and then.

This guy's physique is really different from ordinary people. He just woke up yesterday, and today he is a little bit eager to move, as if he wants to do something to her.

She closed her eyes neatly.

Whatever, don't expect her to move anyway.

My mind slowly floated up, and when I was about to fall into a deep sleep, I suddenly heard my own voice—

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