Chapter 28： Shame (2/2)

She caught the keyword.

Malay.

One of the three evils.

The blood of the Wu clan will naturally be confused. When people's mental defense is weakest, they are easily manipulated and influenced by them.

Today, under the impact of the blood of the sacrificial ritual, Sang was in a state of confusion. Her natural empathy ability is extremely strong, in the eyes of this witch, it is a big target that has swept the market.

It's a pity that people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. The witch escaped from the slave camp and tried to climb onto the bed of death. She is too gaudy. Isn't this a trick to him?

But... what does it mean to suppress blood vessels?

How could the blood of the Wu clan bleed on You Wuming's body?

You Wuming has got together.

She felt the cold scent of flowers blowing on her face.

This man's temperature will be staggering only on the battlefield and when he wants to do something with her.

It is usually cold, like a snake.

It seems that he has no interest today.

The dead fish-like mulberry sighed in relief from afar.

He gently dragged her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his hair, with a big hand behind her, patting her back on and off like he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

His arrow wound has healed, leaving only a scary scar. The palm print on the chest has also faded, and the ability to heal itself is amazing.

Sang Yuan's head was buried in his chest, and he could hardly smell the blood.

She thought to himself that unless this man was killed at once, all injuries would only make him stronger.

For a while, the forehead suddenly cleared.

She felt something, both children, dead.

I tried to move my body. Sure enough, the nightmare had subsided, and there was no more restraint.

She soon fell asleep, this night, there were only flowers in the dream, no picture.

Opening his eyes early in the morning, he saw You Wuming had put on her armor and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, staring at her from the top.

She smiled at him: ”I like you a little more today than yesterday.”

This is for the purpose that he did not want her to cry.

You Wuming quickly turned her head back, making a soft nasal noise, and said, ”It's just the same. Make your own claim. Who wants you more.”

Sang smiled secretly with his lips pursed, sat up, leaned over to find his eyes, and saw a small, proud jump.

Suddenly her heart warmed, she leaned forward and printed a shallow kiss on the corner of his lips.

”Well, there is something.” You Wuming said, ”I'll tell you if you change clothes.”

This time, what he prepared for her was no longer the clothes of his followers, but the easy-to-move, sturdy but not heavy armor.

With the exquisite black armor and the red cloak, Sang feels that he has instantly become a heroic female general.

While she was dressing up, Youwu Ming casually said to her: ”Yesterday you picked up the female slave, and you couldn't think of it in the middle of the night. You were dead, and jumped into the pit, hey.”

”Ah...” Sang sighed far away. ”Fortunately, she hasn't developed any relationship with her.”

You Wuming slightly surprised: ”I thought Xiao Mulberry would be sad.”

”Everyone who wants to live can't be saved. Seeking death, just ignore her.” She managed her cloak and turned out from behind the screen.

Seeing You Mingming's eyes lit up, a black woman reflected in her black eyes.

He drew her to the edge of the long case.

”Look, I found a good weapon for you.” He showed her triumphantly.

Sang looked down from afar, and was instantly conquered by the value of a sword.

It is like a dream, a silver transparent sword body, with countless silky green spirit patterns falling inside, like diamonds inlaid with fine jade, so beautiful that it is dizzy.

”Is this an ornament?” She couldn't imagine what it was like to use such a beautiful handicraft to cut underworld demons.

You Wuming smiled and backhanded the knife and cut it off.

Sang was so distressed that she burst into tears.

What is this peerless master? If you don’t like it, do you want to ruin the gift of value? ! The point is that she didn't say she didn't like it!

I saw that the long black wood case broke.

The beautiful crystal jade sword fell on the ground, unscathed!

You Wuming withdrew the black knife, arms folded in front of him, and raised his chin.

Sang rushed far away and snatched the precious crystal jade sword into his hands.

”It's mine!”

Youyou Ming laughed happily: ”You don't pretend to excuse me a little mulberry fruit!”

She raised her eyebrows: ”Everyone is mine, and these things outside are still hypocritical.”

You Wuming snorted disdainfully, and stepped out of her foot.

”When did it become her.” He whispered to the short life.

Holding his head for a short life, shaking his head, he couldn't bear it.

It likes to go to battle.

You Wuming only ordered 30,000 elite soldiers, and went to Yumen to go to Hui Han Shaoling.

Before leaving, he saw Agu anxiously rushing from the direction of the prison, and approached the arch near the front: ”Master! Fortunately, it is not a shame! The subordinate finally chose a name before the death of the counterthief division!”

You Wuming raised her eyebrows lightly and opened her thin lips slightly: ”Huangfu Jun.”

Agu's mouth twitched: ”How does the lord know...”

You Wuming squinted his eyes, looking more surprised than Agu: ”I guessed it. Won't it be him?”

Agu: ”... the wise master.”

Sang Yuan's heart jumped.

How could a person who framed a lifeless man be Huang Fujun!

In the book, it was this man who cut down the first level of Youyou.