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

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On the Fengtian platform, there was a daze.

"what is this?!"

Han Shaoling's eyes widened. His hands unconsciously exerted force, crushing the stone fence in front of him.

The beautiful and neat flames stayed in the air for a long time, as if mocking his ignorance and stupidity.

After a long while, he turned his head very slowly, his eyes questioning, and he looked at Sang Bujin.

Sang Bujin innocently shrugged and spread her hands: "Little sister always surprises people."

Han Shaoling tried his best to suppress, but his voice still trembled slightly: "Who is that person?"

Sang Bujin smiled and betrayed: "King of Hanzhou don't have to be impatient, it will be written on the wedding invitation when they get married."

No one would have guessed that the man who gave birth to a pair of fire wings was actually a wood-type powerhouse You Wuming.

"That's true!" The white princess who didn't faint roared at the right time, "If I can find a man who can fly as my husband, how can I look like a common man! What kind of flame god is this!"

Qin Wushuang's face was filled with joy: "First, the ancestors have spirits..." This is probably holding some extraordinary thighs, right? !

Han Shaoling tried his best to smile disdainfully, and then calmly stepped down from the high platform.

He was in a hurry, and wanted to send an order as soon as possible to send someone to chase down the winged birdman - if this person is not eliminated, it will become a serious problem.

However, Sang Bu was near, Yun Xuzhou, and the Qin family brothers and sisters, they were actually entangled in him, holding him to ask this and that. It's a quarter of an hour later.

Where can I find any trace of the winged man?

...

Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

After You Wuming took a big circle in Han Capital City, he escaped into the backyard of this brothel.

Sang looked at the scene in front of him from a distance and looked a little stunned, thinking that he had returned to the Dragon Maiden Palace in the East China Sea.

I saw exquisite fake corals, snails and shells placed on the ground. Between the blue and blue false scenery, there were two rows of beautiful women, all dressed in silver shimmering transparent gauze, with colorful clothes behind them. The scallops, with seaweed-like silk sash in their elbows, danced, making people dazzled for a while, thinking they had entered the underwater world by mistake.

They sang and danced, and the melodious tune was accompanied by the sound of ding ding dong dong, which was very deep-sea style.

A woman with an ordinary face but an extraordinary temperament has been waiting for a long time. She greeted You Wuming, nodded respectfully, and said, "Master, everything is ready, just waiting for news from the Han Palace."

There was no trace of vulgarity in his expression. Sang Yuanyuan thought, this must be the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Yeah." You Wuming nodded indifferently, and took Sang far to an ordinary large tiled house.

As soon as the thick wooden door closed, it immediately seemed to have fallen into another world, and no sound from outside could be heard.

The light also disappeared.

You Wuming popped out a ray of fire and lit the candle in the house.

Sang looked around from afar, and saw that the furnishings were extremely simple. Behind the huge black wood desk was a large Taishi chair, with a bookshelf standing beside it. The books on the shelf seemed to be untouched for years. .

Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly hugged from behind.

Wrapping his strong arms around her, he leaned over to her ear: "Change clothes."

It seems to have some hints, but it doesn't seem to be.

Her heart was flustered for a moment, and she asked, "Do you want to go back to the Han Palace to do bad things?"

"Yeah." His voice and breath moved down slowly against the side of her neck.

The big palm wrapped around her in front of her neatly untied her ice-blue silk yarn.

He picked her up and put her on the huge black wooden desk.

Forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

He said solemnly: "In those days when the Lin family was wronged and died, the culprit, Zuo Hengping, was easily let go by Han Shaoling because of his outstanding talents. Now he is the prime minister of Hanzhou. The surname Zuo has been so proud of himself for too long, and he almost deserved to die. By this If you have the opportunity, let Lin Youyi, oh, the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, bring personal and physical evidence to Han Shaoling, and sing grievances in front of the princes and queens of various countries."

Sang Yuanyuan's pretty face flushed, and she grabbed his wiggly hand.

The mouth clearly said such a serious thing, but the action was not serious at all.

He clasped her wrists with his backhand and continued: "Zuo Hengping is tight on defense, only by letting the mussel girl open the way first, and then get so many shells, can the Lin family and the evidence be sent in - as long as the Xiaoxiang Pavilion Zuo Hengping will carefully examine the things that the Lord sends in. When he examines the mussel girl, she will use the power of the Wu clan's blood to tell him that all these seafood are safe and there will be no problems. Influence can always be done.”

He looked very proud.

"When the banquet was over, Han Shaoling came back to his senses and found that they were singing about the unjust case of Lin's annihilation. , When the 'witness witness' stepped forward to block Han Shaoling, it was convenient for the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to directly assassinate. At that time, the evidence will be revealed to the world, Zuo Hengping is also dead, and Han Shaoling has no reason to punish him, so why not take revenge?"

"Then what?" she asked.

She didn't believe that You Wuming was drawing a knife to help the injustice on the road - he just couldn't afford to be too early.

He started to deal with her middle clothes.

He bent his eyes like a fox, painted

There was a dark light in the dark eyes: "Then we take advantage of the chaos to do something bad. There is a lot of noise over there, and Han Shaoling must not care about such a little mess."

As he said that, he had already started to do bad things to her.

She was pushed down on her back on the desk, and the cold wood touched her back, she said anxiously: "Cold!"

"It won't be cold any time soon." You Wuming grinned wickedly, and fit over him.

Light wings spread out behind him.

He tore off the disguise, the dark fire reflected on the extremely handsome face, the corners of his lips evoked an aggressive smile, and locked her tightly in his arms.

The warm and dark floral scent hit her, her head was a little dizzy, and her breath gradually became chaotic.

He threw away the clothes on his body and said, "Xiao Sangguo, I know you miss me and think hard. Here, let's make do with it first, eh? You have to change your clothes anyway."

Speaking like this, the breath is already extremely unstable.

He said 'you miss me', but everyone knew that what he was thinking was actually 'I miss you so hard'.

The temperature on her body rose rapidly, dyeing her a layer of crimson.

Her black hair spread out on the black wooden desk, and her skin was white with a hint of red, which made people's souls float.

The lifeless breath has been completely disordered, and there are both black deep seas and dark fires in the eyes.

He leaned down, caught her, and turned the desk into a playground.

Her back and elbows slammed against the desk, the solid wood clasping her bones.

"You Wuming, your back hurts." She complained, "You bully people!"

"Little Sangguo," he gritted his teeth, his smile pierced into the bone marrow, "I'm deliberately bullying you today."

So he really bullied her even more.

If she didn't want to be held back by the wood, she could only cling to his extremely powerful body like a vine climbing a tree.

You Wuming's smirk became even more complacent.

After one experience, he gradually found a way.

Whenever things got too difficult to control, he stopped, touched her cheek, forehead, and chin with his lips, and said a few indescribable love words.

Although there are some stumblings, the effect is extremely significant-compared to the pure newcomer period when he dared not move to tell bad jokes, now he is a little bit like a veteran of Huacong bullying the little girl.

"Little Sangguo, you are really killing people!" When he stopped again, he sighed bitterly.

He is killing people. Every time he came to a critical moment, he made a sudden stop, which made her unable to get up and down.

Unable to bear it, she hugged his head, raised her face, and kissed him softly.

After tossing and turning, exhaling like blue: "You Wuming, I like you, more than any moment, your temperature, your taste, and your..."

She told him the unfinished words in body language.

You Wuming was stunned for a moment, and after turning his black eyes for half a circle, he suddenly heard a violent roar in his mind.

His emotions were completely out of control in an instant, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a smirk. He held her tightly, and his love was like a huge wave, drowning the two of them.

"Xiao Sangguo, you asked for it yourself..."

For a moment, he felt really crazy.

When he came back to his senses, the man in his arms had his eyes tightly closed, and he was almost out of breath.

He himself was no better. His heart was beating wildly, and the extreme satisfaction made him want to die immediately. He hugged her tightly, just wanting to give her everything while embedding her in his own flesh.

For a while, he couldn't tell who was bullying who.

...

After a quarter of an hour, the two finally changed their clothes.

She leaned against him, her eyes soft and her cheeks red.

You Wuming couldn't hold back the pride in his brows. He raised his chin slightly and let her take his arm, raised his eyebrows, and tensed the corners of his lips, and walked out of the room very elegantly.

There was a little ember in the corner of the house, and the used clothes and silk were burned.

He peeked at her and saw that her eyes were lazy, and the sadness and fragility hidden in the bottom of her eyes seemed to have faded a lot. , The mood is often unstable, and there is always hidden sadness, tears at every turn, crying and laughing like a little madman. Just now, I said goodbye to Sang Buu, and I pretended to be happy in front of people, but in fact, my eyes were quietly red, thinking I didn't know. Oh, thanks to me, I gave her such extreme happiness in time and made her forget some sadness. ’

He glanced at her again and thought confidently, 'It would be better to help her more in the future. Yes, it's not that I am greedy for her, but that she needs me. ’

Sang looked at him from afar, and saw that his dark eyes were slowly rolling, his expression was very firm, and he seemed to be very reliable.

...

Seeing You Wuming come out of the house, Lin Youyi, the owner of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, greeted him, bowed his head and said, "My lord, I have received the news, and I will enter the palace at the time of Xu."

"Well, let go and do it." You Wuming took two steps, squinted his eyes rarely, smiled, and said vaguely, "I wish you good luck."

Lin Youyi was startled: "Thank you, Lord."

Soon, You Wuming took Sang Yuanyuan to the prop car that entered the palace.

He changed into black clothes, bent one knee lazily, sat inside a large shell, and slapped her across his body.

He held her hand, and it hurt her.

"Sangguo," he said, "the environment there is too bad, and you keep complaining about your back pain, that's why it's so hasty."

She glanced at him and said, "Mmmm."

He slowly rolled his eyes, stared at her for a while, and seeing that she was still a little absent-minded, he raised the corners of his lips proudly and took her closer to his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then touched her lips.

After realizing it, her heart palpitated slightly.

At that time of confusion, both of them were a little sluggish, their body's instincts overwhelmed everything, and their minds were numb, but they felt okay. On the contrary, when he is awake, his eyes meet and his breath occasionally collides, and he will be so flustered.

"I'm going to take you somewhere," he said.

His tone was a little serious, and she couldn't help but concentrate and look at him seriously.

Intuition told her that she was about to discover his new secret again.

The carriages and horses slowly drove into the Han Palace.

Sang Yuanyuan leaned against You Wuming lazily, looking at the gradually darkening sky through the veil covering the top of the carriage.

"It's back again," she sighed. "I really don't like it here."

"Never again." He said coldly.

She knew he was here to do this. That Jinbei, it's just that she was lucky and picked up a treasure by the way.

She buried her head in his arms, surrounded him, and said, "Okay."

Leaning on him, she thought to herself that without him, she would hide her tears and fragility, raise her head, and stride forward just like before. Now there is one more person, and they are all people who are burdened with misfortune and hardships, like two little bugs in the cold night, snuggling together to keep warm, being each other's eyes and ears, and relying on each other, it is a rare luck.

Thinking like this, he secretly tightened the arms around him.

...

Court evening banquets usually last two to three hours.

Occasionally overnight stays.

The owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion got the summoning order and went all the way without hindrance, and entered the inner court with props, carriages and horses.

The group stopped at the remote reserve palace. There are some things that have been used at banquets in previous years, and probably will not be used again, but it is a pity to throw them away, so they are temporarily left behind, exuding a messy and deserted atmosphere.

The dancing girls, led by the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, walked gracefully towards the hall where the banquet was held. The waiters removed the huge fake corals and shells, but did not notice that two figures sneaked into the palace wall by the night. in the shadows.

The flames on You Wuming Wing have been sent and received freely. When flying down the high platform of Fengtian today, what is required is the cool effect, and the raging flames will be deliberately ignited. At this moment, it is necessary to act in a low-key manner, and a pair of wings are not well behaved, with only a faint glow of dark fire, carrying Sang Yuanyuan, flying silently between the palace wall and the willow shoots.

Although this place is within the scope of the inner court, it is not an important palace, and its defenses are extremely slack. The guards who were dispatched here almost have the meaning of old age. You Wuming brushed past the guard's back many times, but no one noticed the difference.

Not long after, he unknowingly took Sang far away to a secluded place.

The sacrifice pit for human sacrifice.

It has been a long time since the sacrifice, but San Yuan still felt unwell when he got close to here.

After all, for thousands of years, a girl has been bled to death every year in this place, and the bloody smell that has been deposited has long been unable to dissipate, and the air seems to smell the cries of unjust souls.

This kind of place, usually no one will set foot on it.

Only the temple of the priests will symbolically send a few people to guard it.

He bent over her ear and said in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

She shook her head.

He bent down, put his handsome face in front of her, and said seriously, "Xiao Sangguo, it's not a good place there."

She nodded.

"That's real hell," he said.

She stared into his eyes: "What's in hell?"

"Flesh, rotten land." His eyes flashed slightly.

She hesitated for a moment: "Then... Will I try to grow any new varieties?"

He stared at her for a moment, grinned for a moment, and said, "Wow."

He embraced her, like a ghost, and approached quickly.

There were three people guarding the edge of the sacrifice pit.

Usually no one is near here, but the temple of priests does not dare to be too careless, because there are always some people who want to jump into the sacrifice pit if they can't survive, trying to drag the whole world to be buried with them - Yunjing's Everyone believes that if an imperfect sacrifice is used, it will cause a catastrophe.

You Wuming kicked all three priests with one kick.

He stood on the edge of the sacrifice pit, listening intently, with a toothache expression on his face.

"Little Sangguo, listen, isn't it so deep?" He said to her mysteriously, "Those who dare to go down and find out must be those with extraordinary courage and wisdom. Guess, has there ever been such a thing in this world? great people?"

Sang Yuanyuan's face was speechless: "Didn't you just go down?"

She exposed it mercilessly.

"You've guessed it all! Xiao Sangguo, you are indeed a woman who can like me, smart and insightful."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." How can there be such a brazen person in the world.

You Wuming smiled, grabbed her, and jumped straight into the bottomless pit that was a few feet wide.

In an instant, there was a sound of wind 'woo hoo hoo' ringing. He shielded her head in front of him and motioned her to mobilize the spirit in her body to resist discomfort.

"Look at Xiao Sangguo." During the fall, he did not forget to point to the wall of the pit to signal her to look, "See, do you see these?

It's all signs of someone falling. The last time you asked me, do you believe that a perfect sacrifice can appease the demons? Oh, only fools believe it. "

At this moment, it was completely dark, and her body was falling rapidly. She couldn't see any traces on the wall of the pit.

You Wuming held her tightly in his arms, waved his arm, and the wood spirit exploded, like a sharp blade that cuts iron like mud, and plunged straight into the pit wall. He grabbed it casually and immediately hung it on the pit wall. up, stay in shape.

"Look."

He slowly raised his chin.

Sang followed his instructions from a distance, and saw that there were nails scratched on the wall of the pit, as well as dents and bloodstains left after someone fell from a height and hit the wall.

"So the so-called perfect sacrifice doesn't make any sense at all," she murmured.

You Wuming smiled coldly: "People always need a little self-deception."

San understands far away.

Just like before doing something important, people always like to unconsciously look for some "signatures" to give themselves confidence. The matter of the underworld is a matter of life and death, and a series of strange rituals will inevitably be derived. This 'perfect sacrifice' is probably the ultimate one can think of.

She hugged him, secretly took some warmth from him, and then raised a smile: "Go on!"

You Wuming's hands loosened, hugging her and continuing to fall.

There was a smell of sulphur in the air.

Sang Yuanyuan nervously poked You Wuming: "Below, it won't be lava, right?"

"No, it's a spiritual fire vein." You Wuming's narrowed eyes from falling down turned into a sly slit, "I'm going to take it to Youzhou."

Sang Yuanyuan was at a loss: "The ore vein? The two of us? Bring a ore vein back to Youzhou?"

This amount of work, are you sure it's not tiling the Great Wall?

He smiled smugly: "It's such a trivial matter that you don't have to work the lady."

When she asked again, this abominable man deliberately sold off and refused to speak.

After falling for a while, the air was drier and the temperature climbed a lot higher.

You Wuming finally showed off his wings and slammed it twice to stop his fall.

Sang Yuan hugged his lean body and looked around.

Looking up from here, the sky can no longer be seen. The walls of the pit are curved, and the top is small and the bottom is large. When you get here, there is a spacious underground space around you. If you don't look carefully, you can't find the way.

The light source of the illumination is the spiritual fire ore vein in You Wuming's mouth.

At first glance, it was thought to be an underground river flowing with lava.

The smell of sulfur is extremely pungent, and there are dark fire spots everywhere in the Spirit Fire Mine, which are bright and extinguished at times.

You Wuming continued to descend.

The Linghuo Mine stretched to the left and right, emitting a dark red shimmer, illuminating a part of the underground space, and beside it, the dark fire that was on and off would occasionally illuminate some moving shadows.

From a height, it looks like countless ants.

You Wuming retracted his lower wings and swept straight down. In an instant, he arrived at a place less than a hundred feet away from the Linghuo vein.

Sang looked down from afar, gasping in shock, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

She was horrified to discover that, accompanied by the spirit fire vein, it was slowly wriggling, it was actually a dense tide of ghosts!

She grabbed him subconsciously.

You Wuming pursed her lips and calmly held her tighter.

"Shh," he whispered against her ear, "so that you won't be discovered."

Sang Yuanyuan focused his head and pressed close to him carefully: "Okay, I know."

The warm breath, with her unique fragrance of fresh flowers and fruits, brushed past him next to him, and his lifeless wings couldn't help but tilted higher, and he slammed it twice, swept a little higher, and fell into the air. A depression in the rock wall.

He shielded her behind him.

She carefully scratched his shoulder and looked out.

"Aren't they going to climb over the mouth of the abyss?" she asked quietly.

"No, they are blind when they enter the ground." You Wuming looked around.

"How do you know there is a spirit fire vein here?"

You Wuming smiled smugly: "Because the ghosts passing through the underground of Hanzhou are all covered with mineral smell."

He moved the bridge of his high and straight nose: "I can't escape my nose."

"Well," she praised him sincerely, "your nose is better than short-lived!"

You Wuming: "..." Why should I compare myself to a dog?

"It's almost time." He said calmly, "It will take some effort to go up, Xiao Sangguo, wait for me here, I will come back to pick you up when I am done."

"Are you going to leave me here alone?" She grabbed his clothes nervously.

You Wuming laughed and pointed below: "Here, I'm right here, and I won't leave your sight. You throw the big face flower out, block the hole, and wait for me to come back."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This picture is too beautiful.

He held her face, slapped her on the forehead, and then spread his fire wings and swept down.

Sang Yuanyuan called out a big face flower according to his words, plugged the hole with a huge face plate, and squeezed his head from the side to observe You Wuming secretly.

The light wing behind him ignited a dark fire, and his posture was extremely unrestrained and neat, like a sharp arrow, swooping down, cutting through the darkness.

Approaching the tide of ghosts

, I saw him backhand with a knife, the blade ignited the flame of wood fire, the blue flame swayed more than twenty feet, and the short flash of light was like lightning, breaking his handsome face and domineering figure. Scene by scene was engraved into her eyes.

Every time a knife was slashed, large tracts of ghosts fell like reaping wheat, and they didn't even have time to make a sound.

You Wuming did not stop at one step, seemingly strolling in the courtyard, but in fact, the speed was astonishingly fast, waving the knife carelessly, harvesting a large open field.

In a dozen or so breaths, he came to the edge of the Linghuo vein.

Behind him, the ghosts formed a semicircle, whimpering and roaring in a low voice, trying to attack.

He looked at the spiritual fire mineral veins attentively, and from time to time he swung a knife behind him, slicing the underworld demons who dared to go forward into pieces.

It's as if the overwhelming thing behind him is not the ferocious monster that everyone fears, but the troublesome flies or mosquitoes.

He raised a hand.

An orange flame ignited slowly on the palm.

The firelight shone on his focused eyebrows, and the tall figure stood among the flesh and blood on the ground, really like a Rakshasa leader standing in the sea of ​​blood in hell.

Sang Yuanyuan and Dalianhua squeezed together, staring at this man whose eyes were shocked at every turn.

A ghost found her.

It quickly climbed up the stone wall, and when it was three feet away from her, it suddenly stuck out its long black tongue and attacked her!

San Yuan was taken aback.

She suddenly threw a piranha flower, and just when the long tongue of the underworld demon was less than a foot away from her, she saw the huge red bud of the piranha suddenly opened and closed, shoving the underworld demon into the mouth.

"Suck it-"

"Gollum—"

The last tail of the tongue unwillingly swung twice in the air, and then was completely smashed into the flower pole.

The brown flower stem wriggled a few times.

After seven or eight breaths, the underworld demon was digested and turned into a strange heat flow, which melted into the piranha, and it was visibly bigger with the naked eye!

Sang Yuanyuan: "???"

She collected the piranha and threw a new one.

Still bigger!

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