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

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Sang Yuan looked at Taoist Gao Guan in front of him speechlessly.

For some reason, I always thought he looked a little familiar.

The Son of Heaven is between thirty and forty years old, with a handsome face and a weak face, and his skin is well-born. He looks like he is aloof and life-threatening, and he is really ill-educated.

The officers and soldiers showed their weapons, rushed into the courtyard, and surrounded Sang Yuanyuan's four people.

"People from the Temple of Heaven?" You Wuming raised his eyebrows and said casually.

The officers and generals stared at You Wuming's armor: "Youzhou soldier? You are unlucky! If you want to blame, you have to blame yourself for being unlucky and taking care of things you can't handle."

You Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then let out a series of light and low laughter: "...In this world, is there anything that You Wuming can't handle?"

"You Wuming?!"

Just when the other party was stunned, he saw You Wuming, like a big black butterfly, swept up lightly, spinning, flashing, and throwing a knife.

He fell back to his original place, pressing down on the knife lowly, and a drop of blood gathered on the tip of the knife, fell down, and struck the masonry ground again and again.

He bowed his head and smiled.

There is no need to confirm the outcome at all.

Such a pretentious action, made by You Wuming, actually has a natural and natural taste.

Sang Yuanyuan was severely handsome by him.

She looked up and saw that the officers and soldiers of Tiandu on the third and third floors were all covering their broken necks, vomiting blood in disbelief, and fell to the ground one by one.

Puff, puff, puff...

In a few breaths, the only person who could still stand was the utterly stupid Son of Heaven.

You Wuming turned around slowly, flicked his sleeves, tilted his eyes, and said slowly: "The King of Qinzhou has a younger brother named Qin Yuchi. I heard that he is frail and sick, and he has been hidden for many years. It turned out that he was hidden in the Temple of Heaven. Holy Son of Heaven?"

Hearing what he said, Sang Yuanyuan was instantly enlightened.

No wonder he looked so familiar!

His appearance is very similar to Qin Wuliang and Qin Wushuang's brothers and sisters, but his age and dress are so different that he didn't remember it for a while.

Among the saints in the Temple of Heaven, is there a royal family?

Originally, in Sang Yuan's eyes, the Temple of Heaven was a metaphysical institution, star-gazing, fortune-telling, and the holy children of the Temple of Heaven who claimed to be able to communicate with ghosts and spirits, but they were nothing more than magic sticks for public salaries.

Later, she knew that her soul transmigrating into another world was most likely related to the Temple of Heaven, so she began to pay attention to this organization.

Today, I accidentally discovered that the 'original drama history' of You Wuming's death in Tiandu was actually recorded in a broken mirror left by the Son of Heaven. This incident made her clearly realize that the Temple of Heaven is extremely Simple, behind all this, there must be a lot of shady scenes.

Even so, Sang Yuanyuan was taken aback when he found out that the holy son in front of him was actually a royal family. The Temple of Heaven had no real power in all dynasties, and the holy sons lived in seclusion and lived a hard life. Show up and send blessings. No matter how desolate the royal family is, they will not be reduced to the Temple of Heaven.

Unless he already knew that the water in the Temple of Heaven was very deep.

"You, You Wuming? You are You Wuming?!" The Holy Son of Heaven found that his guard had been killed by a single move, and his arrogant expression was completely broken, "You, you can kill me, but before you start, It is best to think twice - the Temple of Heaven is not something you can afford to provoke."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I'm so ashamed of Zhong Er's lines.

You Wuming shoved the big black knife into the brick, leaning on the handle of the knife, smiling until he could not straighten his waist.

Qin Yuchi, the Son of Heaven, quickly took two steps back.

You Wuming raised his chin and motioned him to look back.

"Crossing that line, you'll be cut in two from here." You Wuming stretched out a slender finger and gestured flatly on Qin Yuchi's waist.

Qin Yuchi's expression changed, and he looked back at the ground.

Then he saw the blood of the officers and soldiers in a strange circle on the ground behind him.

"King of Youzhou! I advise you not to fight against the Temple of Heaven!" Qin Yuchi was stern, "If you let me go, I can pretend that this incident never happened!"

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming looked at each other and instantly understood each other's eyes - this holy son, I'm afraid he bought it with money.

Combined with the fact that he sneaked back to Qinzhou with the broken mirror, he didn't dare to look for it in a big way if he lost something on the way back, and if he found it, he would kill. In doing these things, I dare not let the Temple of Heaven know.

so……

Sang Yuanyuan had reason to suspect that it was this Qin Yuchi who secretly returned to Qinzhou with the 'Mirror of Prediction' and let the King of Qinzhou see something. After that, the King of Qinzhou would sacrifice the sacrifice that was enshrined in the ancestral temple for more than a thousand years. Jin Bei, let Qin Wushuang take this huge dowry to Han Shaoling's wedding banquet.

So, what did the King of Qinzhou see through this Mirror of Prediction?

Sang Yuanyuan's heart thumped, and said, "Take him back and examine it carefully!"

You Wuming gave an exaggerated bow: "Follow the order!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Qin Yuchi turned around and wanted to run.

This person had no cultivation base at all, You Wuming knocked him unconscious, holding it in his hand like a chicken, then tilted his head towards Qu Ya'er sister and brother, and said in a low voice, "Go. , find the mirror."

You Wuming is very afraid of trouble

people.

If Qin Yuchi was asked to hand over something, he would definitely be unwilling, and he would continue to talk about it for a long time.

He simply fainted, and asked the Qu family brothers and sisters who had seen the broken mirror to do things for him.

Because of the flames of hatred burning in their hearts, the siblings were not afraid of these corpses and the blood on the ground. They looked around, and soon came back with a box with great difficulty.

When I got to the front, I lifted the lid of the box and saw that the box was full of shiny gold and silver bead shells.

Qu Ya'er pursed her lips and blushed. She poked around in the golden pile for a while, took out a small triangle-shaped broken mirror, and handed it over to You Wuming.

"It's this thing." Qu Ya'er held the small mirror, holding back her sadness.

It is such a clean little mirror, but it has been stained with the blood of a village.

You Wuming stretched out two long fingers, grabbed the broken mirror, tilted his head, and said, "It's very fast, now, those things will reward you."

San Yuan smiled knowingly.

Just now when he asked this sister and brother to get something, she felt something, and guessed that he was going to give them the gold and silver.

You Wuming is a person with clear grievances and clear rewards and punishments. Qu Ya'er built a tomb for him and erected a monument for him, begging for his peace wholeheartedly. Although he would not respond to this intention, he would never be contemptuous.

It is precisely because Qu Ya'er had such intentions, and by chance, that Sang Yuan Yuan discovered important clues, which can be regarded as an unintentional achievement.

Now that the whole village has been slaughtered, the two brothers and sisters stay here for a lot of misfortune. If they want to survive, they must go far away and remain anonymous. With these gold and silver, at least there is the foundation of life and life. As for how the road ahead is, it depends on good fortune.

You Wuming has always been such a person who acts neatly and without any fuss.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed in his heart, looking at You Wuming's eyes with more tenderness.

"Sangguo, go."

You Wuming grabbed the unconscious Qin Yuchi, grabbed Sang Yuanyuan, jumped on the back of the short life, and galloped towards Youzhou.

When she got to the plain, she peeked at him and said angrily, "Someone is willing to make a promise of life and death. I'm very proud, right? Such a generous shot!"

You Wuming was startled and said sternly, "No, don't talk nonsense."

She glanced at him, and her eyes drifted into the distance: "You Wuming, is the dowry gift you gave me, is there any treasure in that box?"

You Wuming laughed out loud: "What are you thinking, little mulberry fruit! I'm going to sell iron, and I will collect dozens of carts of gold for you as a betrothal gift! What is a little bit of it!"

Sang Yuanyuan looked back at him in surprise.

This man has never talked nonsense, and can be specific to the number, that is, he will really do it.

Dozens of cars of gold?

That's really smashing the pot.

She couldn't help feeling a little distressed for him, and was about to open her mouth to speak when she saw the dog man squinting his eyes smugly, and said with a smile—

"How can someone like father-in-law allow others to talk about him selling his daughter for gold? Look, he will definitely bring gold shells to Qinzhou, buy all the money for spirit armor, and send it back as your dowry. !"

Sang Yuanyuan: "...You Wuming, you have no shame!"

"It's enough to have a daughter-in-law, what you want to do with your face." He smiled wickedly and held her tighter.

After holding it for a while, he couldn't hold it any longer, and came close to her ear mysteriously, and said, "Xiao Sangguo, believe it or not, this Qin Yuchi can get more than a dozen cartons of gold in exchange! This is a gold lump. !"

Sang Yuanyuan: "...So dozens of cars of gold are contributed by this guy for you, and the dowry you gave yourself is just an iron pot?!"

You Wuming's black eyes flashed, and immediately pointed into the distance: "Look at Xiao Sangguo! There is a flock of sheep there!"

Sheep, on the endless grassland, there are many cows and sheep!

"Don't change the subject for me!" She turned around angrily and grabbed the front of his shirt.

While they were frolicking, they suddenly remembered the puppet who couldn't bear to be quiet and happy. The two hurriedly restrained their minds and stopped moving.

After a while, both of them calmed down.

"Where's the broken mirror?" she asked.

You Wuming said: "I'll keep it, and I won't let you touch it until I figure out the young moth inside."

Sang Yuanyuan nodded slowly.

After all, her accident was inseparable from the Temple of Heaven. The broken mirror has such mysterious power, who knows if it will affect her in any way?

"Go back first."

With two major events in mind, the broken mirror and the puppet, You Wuming hurried to Youzhou, turning his short life into a spinning top.

Along the way, Qin Yuchi woke up three times in total, and every time he woke up, he was knocked unconscious again by You Wuming.

When entering Youdu, Qin Yuchi woke up again, but continued to pretend to be in a coma - knocking again, his head was covered in bags.

Stepping into the royal city, I saw that Agu had led the shadow guards, waiting there early.

You Wuming threw Qin Yuchi to Agu and said, "No matter how big or small, the torture is clear."

"Yes!" On Agu's big face, which usually looked a little simple and honest, a ferocious smile appeared immediately.

Sang Yuanyuan glanced at Qin Yuchi, who was pretending to be dizzy, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy - even the dead man sent by Dongzhou could be pryed open by Agu, let alone Qin Yuchi. It is estimated that before dark, he will be able to explain clearly everything about the urinal when he was a child.

Qin Yuchi found out that something was wrong, and quickly opened his eyes and shouted: "King Youzhou! You can't treat me like this... If something happens to me, Qinzhou will

And the Temple of Heaven will not give up! "

You Wuming's eyes swept away, and Agu raised his knife, knocking out the royal son again - Agu is very clear, what the lord wants is not this kind of rambling confession, it has to be neat and clean. Cool, you can see the main point at a glance.

After sending the Son of Heaven, You Wuming took Sang Yuanyuan and went straight back to his bedroom.

He jumped onto the sapphire couch, crossed his knees, and took out the broken mirror from his waist.

"Guozi, stay away from me." He drove Sang Yuanyuan to the couch by the window, and then stared at the Mirror of Prediction in his hand.

"Little mulberry." He stared at the broken mirror and said.

After a long while, he tilted his head expressionlessly.

"Me." He frowned slightly, holding it, and said impatiently.

After a while, he changed his posture.

"Even." He said coldly.

After a while, there was still no movement.

"Hey," he laughed, "a magic stick. It doesn't work."

He casually threw the broken mirror behind the sapphire pillow.

San walked towards him from a distance.

Halfway through, he raised his hand: "Wait, I'll take a look."

Confused, he picked up the broken mirror again.

"Short life," he said.

"Agu."

"Little Eight."

Still nothing.

Sang Yuanyuan stopped halfway, hesitated for a moment, and suggested, "You have Han Shaoling in your mind, give it a try."

You Wuming raised his eyes subconsciously, just as he was about to utter nonsense, he suddenly remembered something, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and smiled.

"Good," he said.

He lazily closed his eyes, raised his lips, and said disdainfully, "Han Shaoling."

After a long while, Meifeng suddenly frowned.

Immediately, the frowns became tighter.

Sang Yuanyuan held his breath, took two steps carefully, tilted his head, and checked his expression—what did he see about Han Shaoling?

I saw that the pair of delicate thin lips gradually pursed into a firm line.

After a while, the corner of the right lip slowly raised, pulling out a cold and evil smile.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were cruel and cold, and his voice was light and mocking: "When I die?"

Sang Yuanyuan hurried to his side, put his hand on his forearm, and asked softly, "Did you see something?"

You Wuming was startled and threw the broken mirror out.

"Little Sangguo! When did you run beside me!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The evil king just now must be his own hallucination.

Seeing that the Mirror of Prediction with mysterious power, pitifully turned seventeen or eight somersaults on the bricks of the bluestone hall, and then stopped beside the heavy threshold.

"What did you see?" she asked, sitting beside him.

You Wuming didn't want to say.

"Nothing." He muttered, looking very upset.

"It's all fake," she pursed her red lips and shook his arm gently, "Didn't Qu Ya'er see that you died the day before yesterday? Fake!"

"Well, it's fake." You Wuming pulled his lips and sneered, "Just relying on him, Han Shaoling, still wants to occupy my Youdu? A joke!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "Hmm, it's a big joke in the world!"

I thought to myself, yes, after You Wuming died in the original book, Han Shaoling was indeed the first to invade Youdu.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the broken mirror lying on the floor tile.

She seemed to see a huge mirror falling to the ground and shattering, and this was just one of them.

Originally, what should it look like, or what kind of power does it have?

"You Wuming," she shook his arm again and said coquettishly, "Look at my father, mother, brother, and Yun Xuzhou!"

"Little Sangguo..." He looked at her helplessly.

"Look at it."

"Good good!"

He kicked his boots and walked lazily over to retrieve the broken mirror.

"You, stay away."

She responded, moved a wooden stool, and sat not far or near.

"No father-in-law. No parents. Neither is Sang near." Soon, You Wuming spit out a bunch of results.

"Huh? There is Yun Xuzhou." He moved his eyebrows, "Yun Xuzhou recruited a son-in-law. Tsk."

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, and the thoughts in his heart became more and more certain.

In the book, You Wuming, Short Life, Sang Yuanyuan, her parents and elder brothers are all dead at this point in time, so they cannot see the 'future' of these people.

Yun Xuzhou holds the authority of Yunzhou, and it is indeed very likely that he will recruit a son-in-law and continue to run the state.

In other words, in this broken mirror, what can be "sensed" or "recorded" is the "future" that has not been changed by her.

Just treat it as the 'original'. Not so scary.

Sang Yuanyuan thought like this, and his heart suddenly lighted up, and the heavy cloud that fell on his chest disappeared.

"You Wuming..." She called to him with a smile.

He moved his eyebrows, threw the broken mirror at the end of the bed, and opened his arms to her: "Huh?"

She threw herself into his arms and rubbed his cheek with her cheek.

"It's good. Everything is good now."

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

"Do not

it is good. "He says.

She looked at him wonderingly--why would he say such unpleasant words?

He slowly came close to her ear, his voice was extremely low, and it was so bad: "I can't *you, what's the good."

Her heart trembled, her breathing was chaotic, and she didn't know whether to be ashamed or annoyed.

"It's time to catch it." He helped her stand up.

She didn't stand still for a while, and took a small step back.

You Wuming was instantly happy, and said with a wicked smile: "Xiao Sangguo, does that sentence make your legs weak? Then, when the time comes, you will become real, but what's the point? I won't be merciful to you next time. ."

The half hour without emotion last time has greatly expanded his psychological limit. He knows that he has great potential. As long as he doesn't get too excited, he might be able to challenge for another hour.

Thinking like this, the corners of his eyes and brows became more evil.

Sang Yuan could understand his eyes strangely, and she showed vigilance: "Don't mess around."

He laughed loudly, clasped her five fingers, put her small soft hand in the palm of his hand, and dragged her out.

"Where will it be?" Sang Yuan asked.

You Wuming spread his hands: "Turning around."

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered something - just now You Wuming looked at 'Ou' the third time, but he didn't see anything. Does this mean that when he dies, I will die with him?

So what about the other way around?

Sang Yuanyuan said: "If you find it, don't hurt it first, take it back and talk about it. I'm afraid that if you hurt it, it will have any adverse effect on you."

You Wuming slapped her forehead heavily: "How much do you think? You really love me to death!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "Okay, the wings are coming out!"

The short-lived camel on the two, farted out of the king city.

I. Where will it be?

Such a small puppet, if you hide it anywhere, as long as it doesn't move, it may never be found in a lifetime.

Sang looked around from afar. In this short street, there were countless places to hide—under the trolley, inside the bamboo basket, the wine jar, the rice jar, the roof beam...

How to find this?

But it looks like You Wuming has an idea.

His body swayed slightly from time to time.

He had been with him for more than ten years in his short life, and he knew his body language very well. It kicked its hooves lightly, turned around a few times, and stopped outside a yard.

It looks like there was a funeral here.

As if there was more than one funeral. Sang looked at it from a distance, and found that the white banners hanging by the door were both old and new. The new ones were only hung a few days ago, but the old ones were faintly yellowing, and it looked like it was more than a month old.

"The victim's home?" Sang Yuanyuan asked softly.

"Well," You Wuming replied lazily, "The first case. Listen."

He raised his chin.

Sang looked around from a distance and saw a large flatbed truck parked in the alley, so he threw a big face flower under the car, and the face plate was wrinkled and shrunk under the car.

A wisp of Lingyun vine snaked out, wrapped around the moss on the wall, and turned into the yard gently and skillfully.

In the courtyard, a couple seemed to have just returned home. Both were in the kitchen, one making fire and the other choosing dishes.

The word "Chuan" stood between the eyebrows of the couple, and their eyes were gray and listless.

After the fire was finished, the woman threw the rice and vegetables into the pot, closed the lid, and left it alone. The husband and wife both sat on the threshold of the kitchen, holding their foreheads and sighing.

After a while, the water in the pot boiled dry, and the smell of paste came out, but the two of them didn't respond at all. After a long time, the woman walked to the stove, pulled away the firewood, and scooped out the boiled vegetables and the raw rice. After entering the inner room, they both lay on the couch, closed their eyes, and said nothing.

Sang watched from a distance for a moment, but found nothing.

It seems that the death of the victim has dealt too much of a blow to their loved ones, and the couple has no aspirations to live.

Is it their child who died? That beautiful, little puppet, the puppet who would put on a crying face, be wronged, and sit properly with her little hands on her knees... Did she even kill children?

But... it looks like there have been two funerals here.

Sang Yuanyuan tilted his head and glanced at You Wuming. Seeing that he was squinting at the distance, as if he was concentrating on something, he didn't make a sound to disturb him.

After thinking for a moment, she manipulated the Lingyun vine and turned into the yard next door.

Sometimes, to snoop on news, it's more useful to start with your neighbors.

The couple next door are talking.

The man said: "If you have nothing to do, go to the next door and persuade Mrs. Zhang. I can see that she doesn't want to live anymore. I wandered around the Waihe for a long time this afternoon, and I didn't dare to leave, so I just followed. Look."

The woman said, "How do you tell me to persuade me? It's not like you don't know about my mouth. If you want me to tell you, she should light firecrackers now to celebrate!"

"What are you talking about!" The man slapped her in various places on her body.

The woman pinched him with her backhand: "Which sentence did I say right? Hey, tell me, since this daughter-in-law got married at the gate of Zhang's family, she has been a bull and a horse, accompanying the man to provide for the uncle who can't support the wall with mud, the husband and wife. He is reluctant to eat and wear clothes, save so much money, and pay his uncle's gambling debts! Finally, he gave birth to a big fat son last year. This old Zhang finally realized that he won't let Zhang Er's rotten people eat, drink and play.

Well, the results were good. The old baby was able to run out of the house inexplicably last month and fell into the river and drowned! Don't you say it yourself, Old Wu, that Bacheng was done by Zhang Er's rotten guy! "

The man said: "This, this is also suspicion, there is no evidence to say nonsense!"

"Hmph," the woman sneered, "you want me to tell you, what kind of heart seeker did the murder, Zhang Er's rotten heart was opened by God and plucked it out for him! He just killed his nephew over there, and turned his head. I cheated and gambled all the money my brother and sister-in-law saved for the baby! Look, the baby died last month, when did you see him smiling? Oh, even as a neighbor, I think of that Fat baby, my heart hurts!"

"Oh, oh, everyone is dead, the dead are the biggest, don't talk about it," the man said, "Anyway, you have more time to persuade Sister-in-law Zhang!"

"Yes." The woman said, "Although it is sad that the child is gone, people are still young and have a chance to regenerate. Zhang Er's blood-sucking worm is gone, and the real life will begin in the future! I will talk about it tomorrow. Speaking of her, you also persuade Lao Zhang to be more, ah!"

After talking for a while, the couple went to bed together.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Sure enough, the people in ancient times didn't usually have any entertainment, and they started to live at night when it was not dark.

You Wuming tugged at her sleeve.

Sang Yuanyuan was digesting the information before he received the information, and looked back at him with a little daze.

I saw his eyes twitch slightly, winking at her.

Sang Yuanyuan: "???"

On the edge of the alley, there was a sudden, earth-shattering scream—

"Monster ah ah ah ah!"

Sang Yuan was startled and looked at the sound.

Then he saw a honest and simple-looking middle-aged man pushing away the flatbed truck, revealing the big and mourning big-faced plate under the car.

Sang Yuanyuan: "...Run!"

You Wuming didn't think about it, and with a short life, like an arrow from the string, it rushed out of the alley.

"Uh..." Sang Yuanyuan was very embarrassed, "I'm sorry for scaring your people."

"It's yours too." You Wuming said.

Sang Yuanyuan touched his nose: "This flower is really... The face is getting bigger every day."

She shook her head and said sternly: "Just now, I heard a piece of news. The one killed by the puppet was a gambler and a villain, and it was very likely that he killed his own nephew a month ago. Because there is no evidence, So he was still alive and well, and continued to squander his brother and sister-in-law's money until he was taken out a few days ago, and the neighbors said that God did it."

You Wuming 'puchi' smiled: "What do you mean, I'm doing justice for the sky?"

Sang Yuanyuan looked inexplicable: "Look elsewhere and talk about it."

"Well," You Wuming replied lightly, "The second victim is a good man with a good reputation. Xiao Sangguo, don't have high expectations for it."

Sang Yuanyuan nodded lightly: "Well, I know."

After crossing three streets, I came to another courtyard with white flags hanging.

The courtyard door opened, You Wuming looked left and right, and strode in.

Sang Yuanyuan was about to follow, when suddenly he felt something, and looked behind him—and saw a small hand grabbing her skirt. ,, everyone remember to bookmark the website or keep in mind the website, the website m.. Free and fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft. Error chapter. Ask for books and find books. Chat with book friends

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