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

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The offensive has begun!

On the left and right sides, the You Army had besieged Huangfuxiong's elite cavalry, and they pulled up the giant iron wire nets that ran across the north and south, and set them on the cloud beasts equipped with sophisticated armor - these are steaming gold!

Huangfuxiong found that something was wrong, and finally began to try to break through.

But where can it be?

The escape route was completely blocked, and the infantry in Youzhou was full of scheming, and it was aimed at the cavalry. I saw that the Yunjian beasts of Dongzhou were caught in the iron net one by one, fell to the ground and struggled, and many cavalry also Unable to move by the net, the rest either died or fell, and fell down quickly like reaping wheat.

The two long Youzhou lines of troops, like two black waves on the sea, quickly moved towards the middle to encircle them, flattening the last struggle.

Sang Yuanyuan let out a long breath, finally letting go of the heart that had been hanging high for a long time.

Just waiting for the harvest!

Her mind wandered around.

All of a sudden, he turned his ears to focus—in the forest behind him, there was a very unusual sound.

The mountains and green trees swayed, and she heard a group of people walking among the jungle.

The suona played a low mournful music, and a young woman whimpered—

"Concubine, Qu Ya'er, in this barren mountain today, I set up a tomb for the person I admire in my heart. Lang Jun arrived on Huangquan Road today, and I still hope to hear the voice of my concubine, wait for the first class, don't want to be alone Go on the road alone. Wait for the concubine to arrange your parents and younger brothers, and when the exact news of your death, you will resign from the world and be with the prince, be a slave and a maid, and accompany the prince."

Sang Yuan heard it strangely, and secretly thought in her heart, since she hasn't heard the news yet, how does she know that her beloved will set foot on Huangquan Road today? I don't know if the person is dead or not, so I started to make a grave for him, and also made a tomb for his clothes? Was she so sure that she couldn't collect the body for him?

It's really weird everywhere.

Abnormal must have monsters. Now that You Wuming was not around, Sang Yuanyuan decided to take the initiative to find out what was going on.

She threw out a big face flower, weaving thin spiritual threads, and dived to the place where the group of people dug graves and erected monuments.

Ling Yunsi quickly found the source of the sound.

I saw a woman wearing white linen with a beautiful face, looking really sad.

The people who dig graves and play music are all middle-aged men, their expressions are numb, and they look like they are doing things with money.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, manipulated Ling Yunsi, and climbed to the tombstone that was placed aside and was about to stand in front of the grave.

The tombstone is covered with a white muslin cloth, and I don't know if it is a custom, or I don't want people to see the words on the tombstone.

Ling Yunsi quietly crawled into the white muslin, and Sang looked at the inscription from afar.

Looking at things through the spiritual cloud, it is like seeing through a thick layer of water, and it is difficult to see clearly. Sang Yuan struggled to identify the dangling words on the tombstone——

The font of the birth and death year is too small to be read at all, only the name of the owner of the tomb can be identified.

In the center, there is a vertical inscription on the left side: Qu Ya'er of the Qu family of Jizhou.

Qu bud. The woman in white just now seems to be calling herself Qu Ya'er.

San looked to the right from a distance.

Her pupils tightened instantly.

I saw the words engraved vertically on the right side unexpectedly - Youzhou King You Wuming.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and looked at it again.

Word by word, clearly.

King of Youzhou, You have no life.

Lifeless?

This woman in white was making a tomb for You Wuming—a double tomb buried with his clothes after she died.

Sang Yuan didn't know what to be shocked by for a moment.

She had never seen or heard the name Qu Ya'er once.

Why did this woman think You Wuming was going to die today?

Sang Yuanyuan's heart couldn't help but be a little flustered, and the back of the spine burst with chills. She retracted her mind and turned to look at the battlefield.

The harvest of the Youzhou Army is coming to an end, and You Wuming handed over the battlefield to his subordinates. Being too far apart, people are like little ants. He has withdrawn his hand and no longer bursts with the green light of the sign. Sang Yuanyuan has been looking for a while, but he has not found his figure.

The Youzhou Army moves in an orderly manner, and the atmosphere is lively and cheerful. Obviously, their lord has nothing to do.

very good.

Sang Yuanyuan calmed down for a while, but after all, he still couldn't rest assured.

She hesitated for a moment, marking the trees along the way, looking for the strange tomb team.

Soon, they were found on a mountainside.

Sang is far away carefully hidden in the woods, looking out.

In addition to the woman named Qu Ya'er, there were thirteen people in the group. The four people who played the suona had already stopped, sat on the grass beside them to rest, and took out the steamed buns in their arms to eat.

The other eight men were digging the grave, and there was a coffin that was not closed.

Could it be that lifeless clothes?

Sang squinted her eyes from a distance, looked at these people with bated breath, and looked at them one by one, and there seemed to be no problem - she observed many details, such as the suona player and the grave digger, where are the cocoons in their hands, The old and new wear and tear of shoes and clothing may be abnormal, and the skin behind the ear has no traces of spiritual contamination.

trace.

After looking around, she came to the conclusion that these were ordinary people.

Common enough to make the scalp tingling.

Sang Yuanyuan pondered for a moment, then quietly threw a big face flower, protruded out the Ribbon of Lingyun, and quickly climbed from the ground to the field. Thirteen strands of Ribbon of Lingyun dived to the feet of the thirteen people.

She closed her eyes and had a sudden attack!

Ling Yunsi suddenly wrapped around the ankles of the thirteen people, pulled them away suddenly, pulled them off the ground, rolled them up on the tall trees on the side, brushed their heads down, and hung upside down. on the tree.

Without waiting for these people to react, Sang Yuanyuan waved his hand, and a huge piranha flower appeared right below the crowd.

"Mountain ghost! It's a mountain ghost ahhh-"

After a brief silence, a group of people began to scream and howl.

Sang hid in the bushes far away, and let them scream in horror for a while.

After observing for a long time, she has already determined that these people are not practitioners, because the most subtle instinctive reactions on the body can't deceive people, they are really panic and fear, like headless flies.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly and carefully manipulated Lingyunsi, helping them climb the branches one by one 'quietly', circle the back of the tree, and slide into the grass under the tree.

Everyone who landed tried their best not to make a sound, and when the piranhas didn't notice them, they staggered and ran out of the mountain with both hands and feet.

Soon he ran away like a rabbit.

Sang Yuanyuan continued to observe for a while, and saw that Qu Ya'er was exhausted and was about to faint, so she took the piranha and put Qu Ya'er down.

I saw this woman with red and swollen eyes, fell limply under the tree, still holding the piece of cloth tightly in her hand, shaking like a quail.

"Why don't you run?" Sang Yuanyuan came out from behind the tree and stood ten feet away from Qu Ya'er.

Qu Ya'er trembled and looked at her.

From head to toe. Glancing across Sang Yuanyuan's neat and clean clothes, it finally landed on her face that was so beautiful that it was not like a mortal.

Qu Ya'er's eyes gradually lit up.

"You...are you a mountain ghost...or a mountain god?" Qu Ya'er asked cautiously.

"What's the difference?" Sang took a step forward.

"If it's a ghost, please wait a while before eating me, and let me make a grave for him. If it's a god, please show your might and save the person I admire!" Like straw, he fell to the ground and banged his head.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what he was thinking at this moment. You Wuming would never have imagined that there was such a woman in this world who could overcome the fear in her heart for him, not even being afraid of ghosts and gods.

She moved her fingers and ripped the white muslin cloth wrapped around the tombstone with Lingyun silk.

"You Wuming. He is so good, why do you want to save him?" Sang Yuan asked.

Qu Ya'er: "You... are you an immortal?!"

She walked a few steps on her knees, came to Sang Yuanyuan, and kowtowed several times without hesitation.

"I beg you to show your might, go to the capital of heaven, and save the life of the King of Youzhou! I am willing to sacrifice for his safety, and I am willing to be a bull and a horse for you forever!"

Sang Yuanyuan asked, "Who told you that he was in Tiandu?"

Qu Ya'er raised her head, her lips were trembling, her eyes were frightened: "I saw it, I also saw that he was beheaded by a man in a purple shirt... beheaded, beheaded..."

Sang Yuanyuan's heart throbbed violently, his scalp was numb, his hands and feet were cold, and he forgot to breathe for a while.

If it was based on the plot of the original book, wouldn't You Wuming just enter the Burning Huotian Capital at this point in time and die in the hands of Huangfu Jun?

I only felt a buzzing sound in my head, and my mind was confused for a while, but I couldn't get a clue.

After a while, she said calmly: "When, where and how did you see it?"

Qu Ya'er said anxiously: "Can the gods save the King of Youzhou first? It's too late!"

Sang Yuanyuan raised his face: "I will never let him have an accident. Say, what is the relationship between you and the King of Youzhou, and where did you learn about Tiandu?"

Qu Ya'er seems to have regarded Sang Yuanyuan as a life-saving straw.

She was so excited that her face was twisted, she crouched on the ground and said anxiously: "Three years ago, I went out for an outing and accidentally lost my way. I knew then that he was not as bad as outsiders said, he was a great man, a great hero!"

The god-like handsome man saved her life at the most dangerous time, enough to make the girl go crazy for him.

Sang Yuanyuan's eyes fell on the half of the cloth that Qu Ya'er was holding in her arms.

She could imagine that when Qu Ya'er was insulted by the gangsters, she must have been disheveled. Generally speaking, the hero who saved her will give her a piece of clothing to cover her body.

But would someone like You Wuming take off his clothes and put them on for a strange woman on the side of the road?

Seeing that Sang Yuan was staring at the clothes in her hands, Qu Ya'er said, "This is the clothes that King Youzhou ripped from the bodyguard beside him and borrowed me to cover his body..."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

So this is the meaning of taking Agu's clothes and making a tomb for You Wuming?

Although Sang Yuanyuan knew very well that this dress was the only thing Qu Ya'er could find that was related to You Wuming, it wasn't necessarily too embarrassing.

Sang Yuanyuan took a breath and said, "You don't need to talk about the past, just say how you knew that something would happen to him in the sky."

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Ya'er didn't dare to hide: "Don't hide it from the mountain god, a few days ago, the Lord of the Temple of Heaven passed by our Qujiazhuang and dropped a box of gold and silver treasures, which were secretly distributed by the villagers. Our family didn't take it, but I Inadvertently, I found a broken mirror that was thrown away by them. I don't know if the Lord will come back to find it, so I want to take it home and store it up. Who knows, the broken mirror is actually a divine object, touch it When I get to it, from time to time I can see some things that haven't happened yet, and those things really happened very soon!"

Sang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

The Son of Heaven, the Mirror of Prophecy. Intuition told her that she had found a great clue!

She calmed her breath and asked calmly, "What happened later?"

Qu Ya'er's cheeks flushed red: "Later, I tried and called King Youzhou in my heart...and I saw him. For the first time, I saw him standing on a high platform, commanding thousands of troops. , to attack Tiandu. The second time, I saw him wiping the knife in his hand outside the imperial capital. It was really good looking. The third time, I saw him die in Tiandu... It was the emperor, let The historian records the date in the imperial calendar, and when I hear the date, it is today..."

"I'm just an ordinary merchant's daughter, and I can't do anything. I tried my best, but I couldn't get in touch with anyone who could talk to the King of Youzhou... Besides," Qu Ya'er shook He smiled bitterly with his head on his head, "People like King Youzhou will never change what he decides. All I can do is let him stay on Huangquan Road and not be too lonely...even if there is a maidservant. OK."

Sang Yuanyuan was in a trance for a moment.

She thought, if everything went according to the original trajectory, after You Wuming died, if there was a spirit under the spring, would he go on the road alone? Or will he be kind enough to wait for this infatuated woman?

Thinking like this, I don't know whether it is sour, painful, or sweet.

"He won't be alone." Sang Yuanyuan smiled, "He has me."

Qu Ya'er looked up at her in surprise.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "You Wuming, he is mine. Biluo Huangquan, I will be with him."

Qu Ya'er froze.

After a long while, she grinned, crying and laughing: "You and the King of Youzhou are indeed a match made by nature! You quickly save the King of Youzhou, and I am willing to serve the two adults for the rest of my life!"

Sang Yuanyuan said: "That's not necessary. You can just hand me the broken mirror."

Qu Ya'er said: "The sacred object is hidden in the house, and I will take you to retrieve it. But the King of Youzhou..."

Sang Yuanyuan smiled: "Wait for him."

Qu Ya'er: "???"

The wind in the mountain forest brought a familiar atmosphere to Sang Yuanyuan.

The short life is really powerful. She shuttled through the forest without a sound, just like a gust of wind. She had to concentrate all her energy to capture the subtle movements.

At this moment, You Wuming had come to the vicinity after looking for the traces left by her, and Sang Yuan could clearly hear the sound of the flesh pad in the short life's palm stepping on the fallen leaves.

She turned her head and saw Lin Mu's point, the high-spirited king stepped out of the forest with one hand on the reins, his black eyes were condescending and locked on her.

She curled her lips to laugh, but involuntarily tears rolled from her eyes.

She flew towards him, startled You Wuming, jumped down from the short life's back in a hurry, opened her arms, and took her into her arms.

After fighting recklessly for so long, he was naturally sweating.

The floral scent becomes more intense, and it is a very manly floral scent. She put her face on his armor, and through the armor, she heard his powerful heartbeat.

She hugged him tightly, wishing she could break his thin waist.

"Little Sangguo," You Wuming laughed, "What's the matter with you? Can't you just leave for so long? Do you really have to tie you to my belt!"

She squeezed her face out of his arms, wiped her eyes, and said, "Well, I can't be more excited."

She took a step back and said, "There is something serious."

She motioned him to see Qu Ya'er.

This poor infatuated woman has long been stunned, her mouth is wide open, and her eyes are staring at You Wuming without blinking.

Seeing You Wuming looking over, Qu Ya'er snapped back to her senses and fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was ecstasy or sadness, she shouted, "King of Youzhou—"

You Wuming: "..."

He raised his eyes and stared at Sang Yuanyuan.

"Little Sangguo, which one is this?"

he said cautiously.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed and said, "Three years ago, you saved her life. She is willing to be your slave and maid, but I have refused. I think she should have her own life."

"Well, yes. I don't need any slaves." You Wuming said vigilantly and quickly.

Sang Yuanyuan said again: "It was also a coincidence that she picked up a broken mirror that was lost by the Son of Heaven. Through that broken mirror, you can see the future."

"Pfft!" You Wuming laughed out loud, "It's ridiculous."

He raised his chin at Qu Ya'er: "Could it be that you saw me dominating the world? Oh, that's a fact that anyone can guess."

Qu Ya'er raised her head and glanced at him, her eyes were indescribable - this male god seems to be very different from what he remembered and imagined.

Sang Yuanyuan rubbed his eyebrows and pouted at the tombstone next to him: "Here. You died, and a tombstone was erected for you."

You Wuming looked over lightly.

Then he laughed, and the whole mountain trembled with laughter.

With a flash of blue light, the stone tablet burst open and shattered into powder. You Wuming gracefully retracted the black saber into its sheath, and Chong Sang was far away.

Nodding his chin: "Well, I can't die. Let's go!"

He tilted his head and smiled, and muttered to the short-lived: "Hey, I will die. You believe so short-lived, I know that you can't even believe your brainless thing."

Sang Yuanyuan rubbed his forehead and felt a headache.

"You Wuming," she said, "I don't care, I just want the broken mirror of the Son of Heaven."

Talking to a guy like him is the most realistic.

"Okay, okay." He stopped laughing and jumped onto the short-lived back with her arms in his arms.

"You have to bring her." Sang Yuan pointed at Qu Ya'er, "Lead the way."

You Wuming pulled the reins, and passed by Qu Ya'er in a short time. With a big hand, he grabbed the clothes on her back and held the whole person in his hands.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Forget it, he probably wouldn't want to be ridden by strangers in his short life.

He lowered his body a little and said in her ear, "I put Huangfuxiong back."

"How's the harvest?" she asked.

You Wuming happily said: "Almost all the beasts in the clouds are captured alive, with armor! The armor on the people has also been removed, and the prisoners are kept, and then let Huangfuxiong bring money to redeem!"

Listening to his words and feeling the hot temperature on his body, Sang Yuanyuan felt that he had completely woken up from the icy forest nightmare.

"Okay!" Sang Yuanyuan smiled and turned to look at him, "Why didn't you think of letting people buy your life with money?"

You Wuming slowly moved his black eyes: "In the past, it was only one person who had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. How can you come here easily. Now that you have a daughter-in-law, can you still be hungry?"

The strong scent of firewood in the world came to her face, she couldn't help but want to turn around and kiss him, thinking of the evil puppet, she suppressed it, just nodded, and said, "Yes."

She tilted her head to look at Qu Ya'er.

Although Qu Ya'er was being carried, she ran fast and steady in a short life, but she didn't feel any discomfort, but her expression was a little dazed, and after a while she would show a wry smile. Such a distant male god made her infatuated with him for three years. I thought he was going to embark on a hero's end today, but he didn't expect that he would appear in front of him so alive and so...

Qu Ya'er felt as if she had let go of her mind. A little empty, and a little happy.

After going down the mountain, You Wu ordered Qu Ya'er to show the way, and soon came to a quiet village.

The bridge of You Wuming's nose moved slightly, causing the short life to stop.

"There are dead people." He said coldly, throwing Qu Ya'er in his hands aside.

"Ambush in a trap?" Sang Yuanyuan frowned in confusion.

If this is a trap, then Qu Ya'er is really a master of the generation who has crushed Sang Yuanyuan with her acting skills.

Qu Ya'er looked bewildered.

You Wuming sneered, backhanded the knife, pressed against his side, pulled the reins, and led Sang far into the village.

I saw the dead at a glance.

Everywhere.

You Wuming slowed down and walked slowly along the main road.

Every door was broken open, and at a glance, I saw that the house was turned over in a mess, bedding and other items were thrown into the courtyard, the straw pillow was pierced by a sharp blade, and there were fragments of crock pots all over the floor-obviously, the murderer was there. looking for something.

Searching recklessly, without the patience to check those bottles, they smashed them all.

Bodies lie everywhere.

Many people were beheaded in their own homes with a blank look on their faces.

Some people fled and died on the road.

The entire village was slaughtered, leaving no dog or dog.

You Wuming narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"It must have come to look for that broken mirror!" Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and turned back to find Qu Ya'er.

Behind him, Qu Ya'er was stumbling into a large yard, and after a while, a heart-wrenching cry came out—

"Father! Mother!"

Short life jumped up gently and landed at the door of the big yard.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man and woman died extremely tragically, and at a glance, it was obvious that they had suffered inhuman torture.

Sang looked at the two broken corpses with twisted limbs from a distance, and a burst of discomfort filled his heart.

Suddenly, she heard a strange 'gurgling' sound not far away.

Looking at the sound, I saw a well.

"There is someone in the well!"

Without hesitation, she threw a big face flower, Lingyun silk like a snake, and quickly climbed down the well.

A wooden barrel was hanging on the water, swaying from side to side, and a small body sank into the water, looking exhausted.

Sang Yuanyuan manipulated Ling Yunsi, rolled around the waist, and fished out the man who had sunk into the well.

It was a boy of about ten years old. He was born delicate and beautiful. At this moment, he was shaking violently, his lips were blue, his skin was puckered, and the layers were white.

"Little brother!" Qu Ya'er flew over and hugged the pale boy.

The boy coughed a few times, then burst into tears: "Sister! Sister! They captured father and mother! Mother handed over the mirror, but they still won't let me go! They beat father to death! Mother won't tell you where you went. , were also killed by them!"

Although the boy was frightened, he was able to explain things clearly.

Qu Ya'er hugged him tightly, shaking into a ball.

"Sister Shuang took advantage of the chaos and hid me in the well. I hid under the well for a long time. Just now, when I heard my sister's voice, I wanted to call you, but I lost the strength and fell into the water woo woo..." boy crying, back

head to look.

Following his line of sight, he saw the corpse of a maid lying down by the well, with a terrifying sword wound on his neck.

"Sister Frost!" the boy cried loudly.

Dalianhua sprinkled the hot spray on the two brothers and sisters, taking away the cold water vapor from their bodies.

"Is the perpetrator from the Son of Heaven?" Sang Yuan asked.

The boy pursed his lips and said nothing.

Qu Ya'er hurriedly pushed him: "Hurry up and talk! This is the fairy sister, who will decide for us!"

The boy immediately burst into tears: "Yes! It's those people! They came to the door to look for things and said that we stole things from the Holy Son! It's not that my parents didn't give them to them, and they didn't break things! Why did they kill them? Man, why!"

You Wuming was very troubled by his crying, so he comforted him impatiently, "Why are you crying, there are too many dead people, go outside and see, there is not a single one alive."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." If you can't speak, speak less.

The boy cried even louder.

"So the things have been taken away by them?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

The boy cried and nodded.

Sang looked at Qu Ya'er from a distance: "What day did they leave behind?"

Qu Ya'er held back her grief and recalled for a moment: "It should be the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday."

So two or three days ago, the Son of Heaven passed through Jizhou with something. After discovering that the thing was missing, they didn't make a sound, but quietly searched along the way - Jizhou has been occupied by You Wuming for the most part, but they didn't hear any news.

To this day, when I found that the things were left in the Qujiazhuang, I came to the door, got the things back, and killed all the people in the Qujiazhuang.

Obviously not for any gold and silver, but to retrieve the broken mirror.

"Go out and see if you can find the trail? Maybe you can catch up." Sang looked at You Wuming from a distance.

His black eyes were suddenly fixed, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corners of his delicate lips.

"It's here." The voice was soft.

A sound of soldiers and armor resounded behind him, and Sang Yuanyuan looked back in amazement and saw a group of Tiandu soldiers pouring in from the courtyard gate.

The leader of the general was full of flattery, nodded and bowed to a Taoist with a high crown beside him, and said: "Master Holy Son has a clever plan, deliberately pretended not to know that this child was hidden in the well, and indeed led out these few fish that slipped through the net! Yingming, wise!"

Daoist Gao Guan, known as 'Sir Saint Son', wore a white robe and looked aloof and self-controlled.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

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