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

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Although it is only a temporary residence, it can be seen that You Wuming is usually very indifferent to the affairs of life.

The waiter prepared high-quality thin silk quilts for him. He obviously never used them. They still maintained the shape they were when they were folded on the couch. There was only a small depression near the head of the bed. Make up for the appearance of You Wuming sitting there cultivating casually.

He would bring some memorials and military books to the bed to read, and toss them all over the place.

The words in this world are similar to Xiao Zhuan. She can roughly understand 70% to 80% of the time. The written grammar looks awkward, and she doesn't need punctuation marks. She hasn't read a few pages for a long time, and she can't find any useful information at all.

She didn't know what she was looking for - when she was in a desperate situation, if she didn't want to sit still, she could only force herself to move, do something casually, and maybe she could find a turning point.

A large black-grained wooden cabinet stands beside the wall. Sang Yuanyuan carefully held the sapphire groove and slowly opened the cabinet door.

All his clothes.

Black, white and gray, simple in style, with an inconspicuous clawless Chilong. The clothes were neatly folded, and it was clear at a glance, it didn't look like they were hiding something.

She bent over and took a sniff.

No flavor whatsoever.

There is a couch beside the wooden window, on which is a low white jade table with a black pen holder and some paper, inkstone and other objects.

Sang Yuanyuan checked it again, but still found nothing.

She came to the only conclusion - there was indeed no woman beside You Wuming.

His eyes fell back to the bed and suddenly stopped.

She hurried a few steps and carefully lifted the cyan jade pillow.

I saw a small dark wooden box hidden upright under the pillow, which looked quite a few years old.

Her heart was pounding, and after listening for a while, she heard the sound of clucking from the wicker chair next door, and then she felt relieved to touch the buckle and gently open the small wooden box .

In the delicate silk cloth, there is a bright white and transparent bead.

Remember the Pearl.

Injecting into the Lingyun, you can record a short video and sound, save it in the beads, and inject the Lingyun again, you can read it repeatedly.

Only in the Lingming Realm can the outer spiritual aggregates be released. She can't see it.

Sang Yuanyuan closed the wooden box dejectedly and pressed it back under the jade pillow.

This must be a very, very important thing, otherwise he would not have placed it under the pillow - it is very rare for a person like You Wuming to carry other things with him besides a knife when traveling. .

The wooden box is old, and the box body is polished to be transparent and bright. Obviously, it is often held in the hands of You Wuming.

And that piece of silk... at a glance, I knew it belonged to a woman. It is a strong and bright woman with a fiery red fragrance.

Remember Lingzhu, it must be related to her.

He is someone You Wuming cares a lot about.

Is there anyone who cares about someone like him?

She was so fascinated that she didn't realize that a ghostly man had quietly stood in front of her.

"What are you thinking?" He resumed his casual look.

Sang Yuanyuan calmed down and looked up at him.

Just now, she had washed off the disguise on her face, but at this moment, the powder was not applied, and the afterglow of the setting sun had put a light golden makeup on her. She smiled and squinted her eyes.

"I'm thinking, when you win the battle and follow me back to see your father and king, what kind of scene it will be."

This was the picture of the future she unilaterally sketched in the bathtub while he was stunned.

At this moment, she is dancing on the tip of the knife.

She had to get him interested in her so that she could save her own life. But she couldn't make him too interested in her, especially not to arouse the kind of interest men have in women.

You Wuming really became interested, the corners of his lips curled up, he sat beside her carelessly, patted his knees and said, "It must be very interesting. That old guy Sang Chengyin will definitely cut me with a knife."

"And brother." Sang Yuanyuan asked with a sideways smile, "Can you beat the two of them?"

There is an inexplicable illusion that the years are quiet.

You Wuming thought about it for a while, then quickly tapped his knee and said, "It's hard to say. I can't fight, I can only kill."

Listening to the meaning of these words, I don't want to be serious about Sang's father and son.

Sang Yuanyuan was comforted inexplicably.

He tilted his head to look at her, with a dark light in his eyes, and asked her, "What do you like about me?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This is really a bit difficult to make up.

"It's this face?" He tugged at his own face without pity.

Immediately shook his head: "No, you have never seen me before."

"Because I kill people so badly?" He seemed to ask her, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

He stared at her openly and complained loudly, "You're not sick, little mulberry!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

"Okay," he concluded, and he seemed to be in a better mood. "Since you like to watch me kill, I will kill more for you in the future."

Sang Yuanyuan: "???" I'm not, I don't have to talk nonsense.

He pointed to the inside of the bed: "Are you going to sleep?"

Sang Yuanyuan quickly shook his head: "

I have washed the tendons and cut the marrow, and I can use practice to replace sleep. "

"Then practice with me." He looked extremely happy, and tugging at it a few times, he lifted the thin silk quilt into the bed, making a big space.

He bent down, took off her shoes, and threw them aside, grabbing her feet, in a standard sitting posture.

He kicked off his boots and jumped onto the bed.

The jade pillow blocked him for a while, and he was flipped inside.

The ink-colored wooden box was exposed.

You Wuming paused as if he had been tapped.

He stretched out his hand, and there was a faint blue light on his fingertips.

The slender five fingers were buckled on the ink-colored wooden box, and the blue light flowed like water, resonating gently with the wooden box. In the swaying water waves, several fingerprints clearly floated.

Small, soft, not his own at first glance.

He grabbed the wooden box in his palm and turned to look at her.

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt as if someone had hit the back of his head and back with an electric mosquito swatter. Her body was stiff and her scalp was numb.

what to do? Fight with him?

"No wonder." He smiled suddenly.

Sang Yuanyuan stared at him closely, thinking to himself that he would scratch a few blood marks on his face if he desperately wanted to! It is best to bite his throat, maybe it will be bitten off?

"No wonder it's sour." He rolled his eyes, "You think this is something I'm in love with? No. It's me... mother."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Which eye did he see that she was jealous? This brainstorming effort is truly incredible.

Wait, he doesn't seem angry?

"Come here." He beckoned.

Seeing that she didn't move, he stretched out his long arm, dragged her over, and slammed into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around him and lifted the lid of the box under her nose.

His chest trembled slightly, and he said amusingly, "I can't see it if I found it, are you angry?"

Sang Yuanyuan had no choice but to follow him and say, "I'm so angry."

You Wuming laughed happily, and while laughing, he injected a blue-colored spiritual essence into the spirit-remembering bead.

It took a little time to wait for it to shine. He lazily put his chin on the top of her hair, twisted the transparent bead with one hand, and flipped the other hand up inadvertently, grabbed it in front of her, and squeezed gently. few times.

There was a sound of "hum" in Sang Yuanyuan's mind, and his face was flushed instantly, and he retreated angrily.

"Don't move." His voice suddenly deepened again, "It's rare for me to be calm at this moment."

She bit her lower lip and turned to look at him stiffly.

His black eyes looked extremely empty, staring straight at the Ling Ji Ling Zhu at his fingertips, his face was cold and hard, like a piece of lifeless wood.

sick?

A lazy and strong female voice slowly floated out from the Ji Lingzhu.

"Poor child, my mother has no choice but to abandon you. Don't be sad, it's nothing to be sad about, everyone will die, isn't it? If you die like this, you can still do something for your mother, no matter what your mother does. Wherever I go in the future, I will remember this good baby who is willing to sacrifice for my mother..."

There was only a piece of darkness on the bead surface, and the scene at that time did not appear.

You Wuming slowly held the Ji Lingzhu in the palm of his hand. The other hand also let go of her.

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly understood that at that time, he held the beads in his hands like this.

So, it was his mother who spoke to him?

Could it be that what happened five years ago...he didn't go crazy, but killed himself in self-defense?

Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what was in his heart for a while.

He secretly recorded what she said to him with the Ji Lingzhu, but instead of cleaning up his reputation, he used bloodier means to ruthlessly suppress those discussions...

Sang Yuanyuan's throat was dry, and she felt the breath on You Wuming's body was getting colder. He backed away like a tide, kept away from her, threw the bead back into the wooden box, and closed the wooden lid.

Then he just sat on the head of the bed and meditated without looking at her again.

Sang Yuanyuan calmed his breath and found a seat not far from him.

The mind is confused and can't be calm.

That happened five years ago. The king of Youzhou married his daughter, the prince You Wuming went mad, and led his confidant, You Yingwei, to bloody the hall and slaughtered the You clan who came to congratulate and see off. Except for You Yingyue, who was about to marry to Hanzhou, one also Do not stay.

Afterwards, You Wuming didn't have the slightest remorse. He stepped on the ground full of blood and became king, and then handed over a jade slip stained with fresh king blood to You Yingyue, patted her shoulder, and told her gently. After she arrived in Hanzhou, don't lose Youzhou's face.

Handprints stained with blood of the closest relatives were branded on the shoulders of Dahongxifu.

You Yingyue was paralyzed and was put on the carriage to welcome her.

No one knew what method You Wuming used to suppress the dissenting voices. As a result, Youzhou unanimously supported the new king, and all the impeachment papers handed to Tiandu were like a sea of ​​mud.

Since then, no matter what state, the people who openly talk about it will always die.

The name You Wuming has gradually become a taboo.

San shook his head in disbelief. Is there something hidden behind this? Old King You's wife, what reason do you have to force against her son?

Besides, You Wuming five years ago was already a peerless powerhouse with full wings, so it was impossible for his mother to speak in such a dominant tone in front of him.

It's more like... against a young, powerless

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