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

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Sang Yuan looked down slowly, and found a small hand grabbing her skirt.

Suddenly, she felt like she was out of her body.

Her gaze seemed to be stuck with glue, fixed on the little hand that was holding onto the tail of her skirt, and she couldn't move it away.

After a while, she faintly felt that something was wrong.

This is a human hand.

Not the puppet's hands.

Although my little hands are white and tender, I can still see the material of the wood.

Unlike the one in front of me, it looks like real flesh and blood.

Sang Yuan's feet softened, and he collected himself, and looked up along his little hands—it was a fat girl with two pigtails, about five or six years old, with big and black eyes, like a deer.

"Sister Pingping is inside, there is Tang Tang to eat."

The little girl pointed to the yard of the second victim.

The victim, surnamed Mu, was a teacher with an excellent reputation.

A woman ran over with strides, slapped the girl's little hand with a 'slap', and smiled shyly at Sang Yuan: "Your child is ignorant, please don't blame me."

Sang looked back from a distance, and saw You Wuming had already walked into the courtyard.

She smiled at the woman and asked, "Is there no one living here?"

The woman glanced left and right, and replied in a low voice: "Well, it's poor, Mr. Mu is alone, and he hasn't found a wife in his thirties, and he has no relatives to die when he leaves. Alas, the poor good man has no reward! The house is gone. It’s confiscated, and it’s going to be sorted out and sold in a few days.”

Sang Yuanyuan said, "Does this Mr. Mu often do good things?"

"That's right!" The woman nodded emphatically, "It is precisely because he often helps the neighbors that he has not saved enough money to marry a wife, alas! Today's young women are blind to gold and jade, let me say, To be able to marry such a gentleman, you will have someone to rely on in your life, right? What money do you need? Money! Every time this is mentioned, Mr. Mu can only shake his head and smile wryly!"

The little girl was still chanting: "Mr. Mu gave Sister Pingping candy..."

Sang Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is Sister Pingping?"

The woman hurriedly looked around again, and said, "It's the child of the Wang family at the end of the alley. It was lost last year."

The girl pointed at the yard and said with a smile, "Sister Pingping eats sweets inside!"

The woman slapped the crying girl and scolded: "You're talking nonsense! Let me hear you talking nonsense again, tear your mouth off!"

She didn't say any more, picked up the girl and clamped it under her ribs, and left in a hurry.

Sangyuan turned his eyes slowly to this deserted yard that lost its owner.

"Sister Pingping is inside, eat candy?" She repeated the girl's words in a low voice, and caught up with You Wuming.

You Wuming folded his arms, lazily standing in the yard, looking around lightly.

This Mr. Mu was a schoolteacher before his death, and he had a good reputation. When he saw his residence, he knew that his daily life was very poor.

"Happy to do good." You Wuming chuckled lightly, walking unsteadily towards the house.

Sang chased him from afar, and turned to look at him.

You Wuming's eyes were a little empty, and he said casually: "In the past, the surname Ming also liked to meddle in other people's affairs. But he has a rule."

Sang looked at him curiously from a distance. It was rare for him to be touched today, and he mentioned Mr. Ming again.

"Being beneficial to others requires the premise of not harming oneself. He is not a saint."

He said in a low voice, flipping through the furnishings in the room.

Sangyuan stopped in his tracks, pondered for a moment, deeply convinced.

Mr. Ming is actually a very transparent person.

If you have spare time, help others, and what you gain is happiness. Helping others forcibly when you are not able to do it, often results in resentment and regret.

She nodded slightly: "So, this Mr. Mu is willing to live in poverty and loneliness, but also desperately to help his neighbors, either he is a saint, or..."

You Wuming turned his face sideways, and chuckled lightly: "There are other plans. Compensation, cover-up, obsession with fame."

Sang Yuanyuan said: "It's not always true. There are always some people in the world who have very little desire for material things and can be satisfied with food and clothing, and use the rest of their money to do good deeds and gain happiness from it."

You Wuming laughed loudly: "Silly Guozi! This is a saint."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

He hugged her with a smile: "What do you think a saint is like? Do you have to be enshrined in a temple? No, no, no, saints are everywhere. Maybe you and I will be molded into a golden body of a saint after a thousand years."

Sang Yuanyuan: "...Why do I feel that you are scolding me?"

"My little Guoguo." He looked down at her, with a smile on his lips, "It's too late to love you, how can I be willing to scold you."

Sang Yuan felt his heart skip a beat, his ears felt hot, and he hurriedly pulled himself out of his arms, pretending to be calm and said: "Just now I found some unusual clues, do you want to listen?"

You Wuming narrowed his eyes, looked at her and smiled like a fox.

She said: "A girl disappeared in this street last year, and another little girl seems to have seen this Mr. Mu give the missing girl candy."

You Wuming raised his eyebrows: "That's strange. It's not unusual for a good person who is willing to give candy to the little baby. How can it make people think about it from last year to now?"

"So the little girl must have seen a very unusual scene." Sang Yuan said, "It's a pity that she really

Now that I am too young, I can't ask any more questions. "

"Then you can only find it yourself." You Wuming drew back the big black knife behind him.

Sang Yuan thought he was going to demolish the place.

Unexpectedly, You Wuming just poked here and patted there with the tip and back of the knife very politely.

"Could there be any abnormality in this room?" Sang Yuan asked, "Hasn't the Shadow Guard already checked it?"

He smiled casually: "Be preconceived, sympathize with the victim, and won't check his old background."

Sang Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded suddenly.

You Wuming sees people and things very transparently.

Looking at his moving figure, she thought to herself, if Mr. Ming was still around, he should also be a master-level figure with both wisdom and force. It is really embarrassing that such an expert still cannot escape the word 'love'.

Thinking about it again, when I thought of one thing, my scalp suddenly felt numb.

If he had been missing for several years, and when he reappeared, he would rush to kiss You Wuming, how could he resist? As for others, when Mr. Ming was plotted against by Jiang Yanji, he might not have been vigilant, but...

When the thought turned to this point, my heart suddenly felt like a cone of needles, stinging heavily.

"You Wuming!" she blurted out.

When he turned around, he saw that her eyes were faintly red, and there were tears in her eyes.

His complexion changed drastically, he rushed to her side, grabbed her shoulders, and held her in his arms.

"how?"

Killing intent overflowed from his eyes, he was paying attention to the left and right.

"In my whole life, I don't want to leave your side." She said.

You Wuming was startled, then laughed: "Little Sanguo..."

He slapped her forehead heavily, his eyes were full of color, and he said calmly, "I'm investigating the case, and I'll talk about the love story slowly when I get back on the bed."

He held her in his arms and patted her twice, then let go of her and walked towards the corner of the room.

She said: "But if there is an emergency, I would rather you kill me than let others use my body to do evil things."

You Wuming stopped in his footsteps.

After a while, half of his handsome face was turned sideways: "No."

After a moment of silence, he said: "Locked on the bed, waiting for you to come back."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Feeling ashamed and moved inexplicably.

He raised his hand to beckon: "Come here."

Sang walked away from him.

He used the tip of the knife to push against the wooden cabinet in the corner: "This is a secret door."

Sang Yuan listened intently, and heard a dull and empty echo.

"Enter?"

He raised his knife and split the wooden cabinet in half.

Several long gowns that were used to cover fell on the ground, and on the wall behind the wooden cabinet, there was a small hidden door with an iron chain and a big lock.

Sang Yuanyuan took a light breath: "Not good, the surname Mu has been dead for several days, if the girl is really locked in by him..."

I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death!

You Wuming drew out his knife neatly, broke the chain, and kicked the secret door open.

The broken small door fell down the steps of the dark room with a 'thump, thump, thump', and a strong musty smell mixed with a fishy smell rushed up from the bottom.

Sang Yuan subconsciously held his breath, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

He backhanded her back.

"I'll bring people up, and you show your face and prepare to save people."

She knew that he was considerate of her, and he didn't want her to get dirty or see some uncomfortable scenes.

She nodded.

You Wuming casually grabbed a scattered gown from the ground, put away the knife, hooked his waist and went down.

Sang Yuanyuan recruited a big face, and Lingyunteng followed Youwuming's footsteps and climbed down the dark room.

I saw him glance around, then quickly walked towards the dark room, with the blue light of spiritual energy on the palm of his hand, he cut off the iron chain fastened to the wall, and then wrapped a small body with the long gown in his hand, with one hand Grabbing it, he strode back.

Like carrying a bundle, he put the long gown wrapped in his hand on the couch, and said, "I still have some energy left. Little Sanguo, it's too dark inside, I can't see anything."

Clearly cleared up.

Sang Yuan hastily used the Lingyun vine to open the long gown that wrapped the girl, and found her face.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, with bruises all over his face.

Sang Yuanyuan took a light breath, parted her dry lips, leaned her big face over the plate, squeezed out a stream of blue condensate full of spirit, and fed it into the girl's mouth.

"You can save your life." She frowned, "It's just that I'm afraid it will leave a shadow and trauma, and my life in the future... I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Gossip can always kill someone.

You Wuming stepped forward, stretched out two fingertips, and pulled the girl's eyelids away.

It turned out that she was awake, but she refused to open her eyes because of resistance.

You Wuming hooked his lips: "If it's the time when you can't survive, you might as well think about it, what could be worse than that in the cellar?"

The girl moved her lips, and suddenly let out a hoarse scream, and then cried out with a broken and strange sound, which lasted for a long time.

When she had cried enough, You Wuming said sadly: "I'll tell you what's worse—buried in the soil, your whole body is about to explode, but you can't, here, throat, chest, Fingers, as if stuffed with red-hot iron, and sawtoothed, can't die, can't live, for a long, long time... for a long time

Like a lifetime. "

"Look, death is not as easy as imagined." He said lightly.

Sang stared at him from a distance.

She didn't know if such 'comfort' would work. But there is one thing that he said is not wrong, no matter how bad the future situation is and how hurtful the rumors are, in the end, it will not be worse than being locked up in a dark underground and tortured.

He himself is a dead man.

So he has never been afraid of others' words, and let the world talk about it, he just goes his own way. How could a person like him send Shadow Guards out to kill those who talked about him behind his back—he didn't care at all!

So who is doing these things?

Sang Yuanyuan directed Dalianhua to treat the girl while secretly thinking.

Half an hour later, the dew from Big Face Flower healed the girl's internal and external injuries. She struggled to get up and said she wanted to go home. The tortured girl can no longer trust anyone.

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming watched her leave the devil's courtyard step by step and walked towards the end of the alley.

"Will she get better?" Sang Yuan asked softly.

You Wuming smiled: "Look at yourself."

She nodded, and looked around the yard behind her—the second 'victim', Mr. Mu, was also a damn bad thing.

When the girl disappeared from sight, Sang Yuan stretched out his arm from behind quietly, wrapping it around Youwuming's waist.

Then she pressed her cheek against his back.

Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, she said to him gently and slowly: "You Wuming, it really looks like you."

After all, there is still a bottom line.

"Tch," You Wuming moved his body, "It's too early to say this now."

"Yeah." She rubbed her cheek against him, smiling while rubbing, "I have to confirm everything."

He grabbed her little hand with his back and left the yard.

Go to the residence of the next victim.

...

At dawn, You Wuming and Sang Yuan found out the details of the seven victims who lost their hearts.

Without exception, they are all damned!

"From this point of view, the two shadow guards who died that day may also have problems!" Sang Yuanyuan pondered.

You Wuming took out the jade slips and ordered a thorough investigation of the two people's residences.

At this moment, the sky had just turned white, and Sang stared at the pale blue royal city shrouded in morning mist from a distance, his eyes gradually becoming distant.

She seemed to see a nimble little figure flying over the walls, shuttling through the big city, a pair of dark, inorganic eyes, watching those shadowy corners, no matter how dark the moss is, it cannot escape it eyes.

She seemed to see that pretty little face bulging into a bag, tightly pursing the lip line, if it could speak, it must be saying——

"Killed, I killed when I was angry! I'm bad! I'm very bad, very bad!"

But it kills criminals who have never been discovered.

If You Wuming hadn't discovered this, caught it, and executed it, would You Wuming regret it when the truth came out after a long, long time?

It just makes him sad and regretful, it makes him feel like a knife is twisted for it.

Many children have tried to hurt themselves, trying to make their parents regret it.

This is a child who longs for love.

She told You Wuming the conclusion she came to in a low voice.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, patted her on the head, and said with a big smile, "I think too much, little Sanguo! It just wants to see if the person who does that kind of thing really has a heart." Turn black!"

"Yeah, you're right!" She nodded perfunctorily.

She really knows this man too well!

"Little Sanguo," You Wuming narrowed his long eyes suddenly, with a smirk on his lips, "I'm thinking, if I work harder, can I not have to pay the criminal secretary?"

Sang Yuan was stunned for a while, not understanding what he was talking about.

He bowed down, breathing heavily in her ears: "You and I are on the couch, making troubles, and it is outside punishing rape and eliminating evil, killing two birds with one stone."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

He laughed happily and carried her into the study.

"Send all the final unconvicted files this year." He knocked on the table and ordered the guards standing outside the study.

Soon, the table in front of him was piled up like a hill of books.

He circled her lazily, pulled the case files one by one in front of him, glanced at them hastily, and then threw them aside casually.

Sang Yuan didn't even have time to see what was written on it.

"What are you looking for?"

He glanced at her sideways and smiled faintly: "The next dead person."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

Although she didn't understand, but seeing his sharp and focused appearance, she felt very secure in her heart. Who wouldn't like a good-looking and reliable man?

She broke out of his arms, walked into the house, picked up the files he had thrown around, and put them aside.

After picking it up a few times, he waved impatiently: "Come here."

She walked up to him: "Huh?"

"Dangling around, disturbing me! Waste of time!" He said with disgust, and with a big hand, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Obviously this will delay things even more, okay?

She glanced at him and saw his thin lips curled up a little, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

It's like sitting in the warm sun and petting a cat.

She couldn't help laughing too, and nestled softly in his arms.

Chaoyang slowly climbed up the window sill.

Agu came to see him with a stack of confessions: "My lord, Qin Yuchi has been recruited, and my subordinates checked repeatedly, and found no inconsistencies, but the content is really a bit... absurd."

You Wuming waved his hand: "Leave it alone. Ask him to write a letter to King Qinzhou's family. After a stick of incense, ask him to write a new copy until I say stop."

Agu didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't ask any more questions, and said with cupped hands: "Yes! This subordinate will do it now!"

Agu exited the study.

You Wuming continued to flip through the files on the desk.

At noon, he threw all the scrolls like hillocks to the ground.

"Go." He took her hand.

"Aren't you going to deal with Qin Yuchi's matter?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

You Wuming smiled and said: "Don't worry. What you have to do right now is even more important."

Sangyuan nodded silently.

It is indeed even more important.

Although it kills all bad people, it is a great hidden danger after all to let it kill people outside like this. Besides, the puppet has such a close relationship with him, in case something happens...

Sang Yuan soon finds himself thinking too much.

You Wuming hugged her horizontally and strode towards the bedroom.

Kicking the door of the palace, he directly embraced her and turned over on the bed.

Sang Yuanyuan, who had his clothes stripped off, said, "?"

"Isn't there something urgent?" She asked in horror.

You Wuming smiled wickedly: "This is the most important thing."

He put the clothes he had taken off carefully aside, fastened the belts, and arranged them neatly.

"Lead it out." You Wuming smiled mysteriously, pressed his thin lips close together, smelling each other's breath.

Sang Yuan's heart trembled violently.

"Guozi," his voice was low and charming, "last time in Jizhou, you said you lacked feelings, didn't you?"

He hugged her tightly, pointed the tip of his nose to hers, and kept his thin lips away from her, and said with a low smile, "How can you have feelings, huh? You teach me!"

The big palm with calluses is extremely dishonest, covering the front of the body.

"Is that so?" The five fingers exerted a slight force.

She opened her mouth and whispered, but he stepped in and kissed her thoroughly.

His breath today is hot, and the unique fragrance of flowers lingers around her body. She is in a mess, and he opens her arms.

"You Wuming..." She forgot everything for a moment, and when his lips left for a moment, she unconsciously called his name.

Breathing gradually sinks.

Finally, with a little effort, he took his small fruit into his mouth again.

Seeing her fair face gradually turning a beautiful red, he was so happy that he kept pecking at the corners of her lips and eyes, and sometimes became ruthless, taking her breath heavily.

He was extravagant to the extreme.

She seemed to see him wielding a knife to kill the enemy on the battlefield, wide open and wide open, extremely neat, extremely arrogant, and extremely unrestrained.

"Mulberry fruit, my mulberry fruit..."

A low and hoarse voice lingered in his ears.

She felt her soul fly into the air.

I don't know whether it is the sky or the sea in front of me, sometimes it is thrown high, and sometimes it falls heavily.

Involuntary.

"You Wuming..."

Her murmur penetrated into his heart, endless sweetness surrounded him, he no longer knew how to love the person in his arms.

"Little Sanguo, I really want to eat you." He said bitterly.

She opened her bewildered eyes.

"Eat it..."

Such smiles and voices are like flowers, honey, and wine.

He just felt dizzy.

He hugged her tightly, and made the beast hidden in his heart completely go crazy.

She could only hold on to him like a drowning man at a straw.

However, this straw couldn't save her life at all, instead it brought her even more sinking.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt him stretch out his hand and pull her out of the cloud.

She sat up in a daze, listening to him laughing softly in her ear.

"Sanguo," his voice sounded extremely happy, "you are not Sanguo, you are a little greedy fruit. I have business today, and I will let you enjoy it next time."

She collected herself and looked at him.

I saw that he had already put on his clothes and was quickly putting them on her body.

"It's time to go!"

After putting on his clothes, he caught her and took two steps. Seeing that she was still out of shape, he laughed loudly, carried her out of the bedroom, jumped onto the short-lived back, and flew out of the palace like an arrow from the string. swept out.

"Lu Lecheng," his voice returned to calm and calm, "In the past six months, three families have sued him for causing his daughter to commit suicide."

Sang Yuan came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

This kind of scum who deliberately leads women to commit suicide when they get tired of playing is really the scum of scum, and there is often nothing they can do about them.

"Do you think the puppet's next target is him?" She asked softly.

"Maybe." You Wuming smiled, "Even if not, it doesn't matter, let's go back..."

There was a lot of malice in his black eyes, he lowered his head, and rubbed his chin affectionately against her hair.

Sang Yuanyuan: "...You Wuming!"

"Ma'am, what's the matter?" He smiled frivolously.

"Are you there yet?" She sighed.

He raised his eyes and said, "Well, it's here."

Sang followed his gaze from a distance, and saw a young woman looking left and right, then quietly walked sideways through a black wooden door that was concealed, and escaped into a small yard.

"This surname Lu is amazing!" Sang Yuan said, "The woman secretly came to have a tryst with someone behind her back, and when the time comes, she will kill herself, and no one will do anything to him."

You Wuming patted Short Life on the head, and said, "Stay on guard outside."

Short life arched his hand impatiently, thinking he was long-winded.

I saw several trees planted in the yard, dense and lush.

Youwuming embraced Sang Yuanyuan, spread his wings, and flitted lightly into the thick branches and leaves.

She gently pushed aside the branches in front of her and looked down.

The door of the main house was closed tightly, and the woman who sneaked into the courtyard was knocking on the door anxiously, calling out incessantly: "Lu Lang, please, see me, see me again!"

After a while, a cold male voice came out of the room: "Go back, I will never see you again. Min Banxiang, it is impossible for me to marry a woman who is unclean before marriage."

It's that kind of magnetic male voice.

The woman cried: "But my body is given to you!"

The male voice floated out indifferently: "So what, if you give it to me so easily, you will naturally give it to others casually. Why should I be responsible for a woman who is so casual?"

"Lu Lang!" the woman begged, "I really like you! I'm already yours. If you don't want me, I can't live!"

"Heh." The door opened, and a tall and handsome man came out.

He was condescending, staring into the woman's eyes, his voice lowered several degrees, full of charm: "Really? If you really dare to die, then I will believe that you are sincere to me."

Starlight swirled in his eyes.

Witch family! This road to success was actually using the power of the blood of the witch clan to trick those women who were abandoned by him to die!

Sang Yuan's heart was burning with anger, and just about to explode, he suddenly caught a little movement from the corner of his eye.

She froze and looked towards the roof.

Then I saw a small figure crouched on the main roof, lifted a tile, and poked his head to look into the house.

The little hand is holding the big tile, which is bigger than his face.

I!

Sang felt a slack behind him from a distance.

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