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

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Sang Yuanyuan felt that he would probably become the shortest book-piercer in history.

Other cannon fodders can't live more than one and a half episodes, but she's better. The first sentence of the book she's transmigrated into is written in black and white—

[Sang is far dead]

Arranged clearly!

At this moment, she was quietly lying on a very comfortable cloud bed, waiting to die.

Around the cloud bed was a shark gauze tent covered with translucent phantom crystal threads, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the exquisite embroidery patterns seemed to be suspended in the air. There is a row of small jade bells on the top of the tent, occasionally making a pleasant tinkling sound.

Luxurious and low-key, extravagantly unobtrusive.

Outside the gauze, there was a golden light dangling, a plump woman.

Sang Yuan knew her identity - You Yingyue, the younger sister of the King of Youzhou. A high-flying, self-willed, arrogant, reckless and reckless lady, she is also the young lady of the male protagonist Han Shaoling, the second vicious girl.

It was she who poisoned Han Shaoling's Bai Yueguang Sang Yuanyuan.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that he might have accidentally picked Tiandao's ancestral tomb, so he was cleaned up again and again.

First, he was struck to death by lightning while walking on the road, and he died with a tender heart on the outside, and then he traversed into the novel he was reading non-stop, becoming the short-lived white moonlight of the male protagonist who died at the beginning of the chapter.

Soon, the second female You Yingyue will pour a pot of poisonous wine into her stomach.

Sang Yuan did not want to die again at all.

Who can save her?

The male protagonist Han Shaoling can't be counted on. This dog man brought back a woman who looked exactly like Sang Yuanyuan from outside, and was now pampering her in his bedroom. If there were no accidents, he would definitely fight until dawn.

You Yingyue ran to Sang Yuanyuan to vent her hatred just for this matter.

As for the guards in the palace... Since You Yingyue can appear here with her followers, it means that she has taken care of the guards outside, and no one will come in to make trouble.

Anyway, in the original novel, Sang Yuanyuan died silently. It was not until the heroine Meng Wuyou took advantage of this incident to completely overthrow You Yingyue that people knew that Sang Yuanyuan was poisoned.

If she wants to live, she can only save herself.

"Is it alright? After a while, it won't be over if you poison him directly. What can Han Lang do to me!" You Yingyue's voice was extremely impatient.

A hoarse female voice replied respectfully: "Little madam, don't be impatient, this matter is very important, and must not leave any flaws. The old body will be tempered for a while to ensure that no matter who examines the body in the future, no problem can be found. This way it won't affect the little lady's relationship with the lord..."

The old woman had a wry smile on her face.

The master never cares about the consequences, and the servants dare not follow her to go crazy.

I saw an open fire burning in the old woman's palm, making the silver wine jug sizzle.

Sang Yuan looked at this fantastic scene, and even more did not want to die.

Xiuxian! This is a fantasy cultivator!

But it doesn't matter if she is dead or not.

She's in a situation worse than the fish on the chopping board. The fish can jump, and she is like a monkey trapped in a hollow puppet.

This body was seriously injured and poisoned, and the soul has long since dissipated.

Until today, Sang has crossed over from afar.

She fluttered from morning to midnight, and finally opened her eyes and mouth.

Before she had time to be happy, she saw the maids in the palace fell to the ground one by one, and then, You Yingyue brought people in, ready to poison her.

The taste of waiting to die is really indescribable.

Sang Yuanyuan wanted to struggle again.

Her throat was like a whole piece of hard wood, and after a long time of strength, she finally spit out a few dry and vague words.

"If I die, Han... will miss it for the rest of my life. What I can't get... is the best."

Although the voice was small, it clearly reached the ears of the two people in the hall.

You Yingyue ripped open the shark veil, and stared at Sang Yuanyuan with a pair of white and dark eyes.

She was dressed like a golden peacock.

It was fine just now through the misty gauze curtain, but when the curtain was lifted, Sang Yuan Yuan was almost blinded.

You Yingyue sneered and said, "Wake up? You actually woke up?! Very good! Since you are awake, let you die and understand."

It is a traditional custom that the villain must talk before killing people.

Sang Yuanyuan blinked his eyes sincerely, expressing his willingness to be the most patient listener.

You Yingyue squinted and stared at Sang Yuanyuan for a while, her plump red lips moved, and every word was filled with endless hatred: "I have been married to Han Lang for five years, a full five years! I love him so much! We love him so much! So good, what's the result? Since I met you, everything has changed! If it wasn't for you to seduce him on purpose, how could my Han Lang lose his heart! For this one, you should be damned!"

Speaking of old things, You Yingyue's beautiful face could not help but twist slightly. She stretched out a golden false nail and poked Sang Yuanyuan's cheek.

"It looks amazing! It's not enough to take away Han Lang's heart, but also to take away Madam Zheng's position and step on my You Yingyue's head! Let's have your Spring and Autumn Dream!"

There was a strong fragrance of fat powder in her mouth, which was whistling on Sang Yuanyuan's face.

Sang Yuanyuan put himself in his shoes and thought about it, and found that You Yingyue was really miserable.

of. If you want to replace it with your own temper, you must even chop the scumbag with the mistress!

You Yingyue continued to sneer: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the assassin on the wedding day was exactly what I arranged, and the target was not Han Lang, but you! Ha, I didn't expect you to be so infatuated, and you would still be so infatuated. I can block the sword for Han Lang without entering the door, which is great! How about it, is it better to die than to die after being hit by the poison of my You clan?

She didn't know if she was angry or excited, she stared, her body trembled, and the golden light all over her body made Sang Yuan dizzy.

Sang Yuanyuan said angrily: "It's useless. He will find a substitute and will never forget me."

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes, her expression like a fox: "I know. Isn't he pampering the woman who looks like you, Meng Wuyou! I just want him to know that when he and that woman are in a relationship , you, Sang Yuanyuan, is dead! When he sees that woman's face in the future, he will think of you, and then think of your death, and then think of you died when he favored that woman - I think he will still sleep in the future Can't sleep!"

San was far shocked.

Who said this is a mindless and vicious second girl? ! This logic seems to be completely flawless!

In the book, after Sang Yuanyuan died, the male protagonist Han Shaoling did not touch the female protagonist Meng Wuyou for some days. It's just that people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. No matter how much the second girl flutters, she can't stand the dog-blooded golden finger arranged by the plot god for the heroine.

"No," Sang is far from being weak, "you don't see the essence. We must solve the problem from the root cause."

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes.

The old woman behind her said, "Little Madam, the poison is ready, you can send her on the road."

Sang Yuanyuan felt his heart pounding violently.

When the word "death" is on the head, no one will be afraid. Especially those who have died once, know the great terror between life and death.

You Yingyue took the poisonous wine and slowly pulled her mouth.

Lips, said: "You can beg me, I will give you a chance to say a word, if I can coax to my satisfaction, I will spare you."

Her eyes were dark and calm, and the corners of her lips raised a sarcastic arc.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that You Yingyue did not have the option of 'release' in her heart. These words are her Sang Yuan's last words. She either died hard, or hopelessly begged and died pitifully.

In a word.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, and then said in an airy voice without a pause: "I don't like Han Shaoling at all if he was forced to marry him, as long as I let him know that what I have in my heart and love is someone else, he will definitely become angry and hateful. Wujiwu doesn't even care about dreams!"

In a word, in one go.

You Yingyue stayed for three seconds, her eyes flashed a few times, and finally, she handed the silver wine jug to the old woman behind her.

"Really?" His eyes darkened.

"Really!" Sang Yuanyuan's eyes were firm.

You Yingyue looked at her for a while, her lips curled into a sarcastic smile: "Impossible. Han Lang is unparalleled in the world. There is no second person in the world with his appearance, strength, wealth, and status, not even the emperor of Tiandu. They all joked that if she hasn't left the cabinet, she will never miss such a good man! Once the sea was difficult, and you have seen Han Lang, how can you like the people next to you! You lied to me, drink!"

You Yingyue stretched out a hand back, and the old woman hurriedly handed over the silver pot.

"Yes!" Sang Yuanyuan earned a lot.

You Yingyue squeezed her woody lips, and her face came closer, a pair of glamorous eyes quenched with poison, patrolling Sang Yuanyuan's face.

"Okay, I'll listen to you make up a name. If I haven't heard of it, or some kind of cat or dog, don't blame me for being rude."

The other hand has already touched the handle of the silver pot.

Sang Yuanyuan said, "Everything is better than him."

This time, not only You Yingyue was smiling, but even the old woman who bowed and served behind her couldn't help laughing, shaking her head and saying, "Your lord is recognized as the most beautiful man in the world, and he took over the throne when he was less than thirty years old. , King is in a state, and all the people bow their heads. He is also a peerless powerhouse in the Eighth Heaven of Lingming Realm, how can there be a man better than the lord in the world?! Saying this, it is a joke!"

"Yes." Sang Yuanyuan still insisted.

The certainty in her eyes made You Yingyue feel an ominous premonition in her heart.

Without waiting for You Yingyue to turn her mind around, Sang Yuanyuan's woodcut-like lips already raised an invisible smile——

"Your brother."

The soft sound was like thunder.

You Yingyue shivered violently, and the old woman behind her also shivered violently.

Where their fingers meet, a silver pot filled with poisonous wine clapped to the ground.

The ground covered with the pure white plush blanket was covered with a large piece in an instant.

This sentence is really... too scary.

You Yingyue her brother.

King of Youzhou.

The plump body of You Yingyue was like fallen leaves in the wind, and began to tremble.

The old woman behind her fell to the ground in a hurry, as if she heard some terrible news and was about to be silenced.

The smile in Sang Yuanyuan's eyes was very harmless: "Right?"

You Yingyue slammed her red lips, her chest rose and fell violently, and in Taohua's eyes, her pupils were so shrunk that they were barely visible, and even the eye sockets were trembling.

Sang Yuanyuan added fuel to the fire: "I like your brother, do you think he is inferior to Han Shaoling?"

You Yingyue almost fainted.

The old woman put her hands on the ground indiscriminately, trying to gather up the poisonous wine seeping into the blanket.

He couldn't stop muttering: "Little Madam, hurry up, hurry up.

Kill her, if this word spreads out, if it spreads out..."

You Yingyue was probably too frightened, but gradually calmed down.

She took a few deep breaths and looked at Sang Yuanyuan like she was staring at some beast: "You, your favorite, that person?"

She didn't dare to mention her name, not even the word 'my brother'.

"Yes." Sang Yuan said.

You Yingyue rolled her eyes for a while, looking like she was about to lose her breath.

What does that person say?

Most of the topics related to him are taboo. Among them, family affection and marriage are absolutely forbidden areas that everyone hears about.

No one dared to discuss it in private.

The three words 'Youzhou King', as long as they turn around in their minds, they seem to have a bloody smell entangled in the soul for three days.

It can be seen that the villain Great Demon King casts a heavy shadow on the eighteen states of the Cloud Realm.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "Little sister, if you have an antidote for wood poison, why not use it for me? Being trapped here for so long, I want to kill your brother."

You Yingyue just wanted to die on the spot.

She stared at Sang Yuanyuan for a long while, with a stern look in her eyes: "Okay, I'll help you... Brother Wang, send a message! If you dare to play with me, I'll set a fire and burn it alive. You! Go, bring my jade!"

The last sentence was said to the old woman behind her.

This world's long-distance communication uses jade slips that have been engraved in advance, point-to-point, and scrapped at one time.

When leaving Youzhou, You Yingyue put the jade slip, which was still stained with blood, at the bottom of her makeup, and she hadn't touched it for five years.

The status of Wang Wangmei of Youzhou allows You Yingyue to be domineering and unscrupulous outside, but in this world, if anyone is most afraid of that man, it must be her.

It was the deepest fear that would stay with her all her life.

But if there's anything that makes one forget fear for a while, it's love and jealousy.

Yujian arrived quickly.

Five years later, You Yingyue finally shook her hands, broke the green jade slip, and pointed at the dark and silent end like hell, she said in a trembling voice, "Sang Yuanyuan, say her, your favorite brother."

After all, like avoiding the plague, he put the jade slip on Sang Yuanyuan's face.

The blood color has penetrated into the jade color, and the faint fishy smell lingers on the tip of Sang Yuanyuan's nose.

The jade slip exudes a cyan shimmer.

Sang far has no other choice.

"Yes," she said softly to Yujian, "That's right, I like you, King of Youzhou."

After a long time.

In the jade slip, there was a lazy and clear voice, which was very pleasant, as if it had a little smile.

"it is good."

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