Chapter 34： Willing to die for you (1/2)

You Wuming approached with a smile, like a smiling Yan Luo.

It was the kind of smile on TV before the killing.

”Only you are the only one in the world who knows my secret...”

Will only the dead be kept secret forever? Sang was subconsciously wanting to retreat.

She used all her willpower to force down the fear in her heart, and took a step toward you.

”Yeah,” she smiled. ”It's an honor, I know your secret again. Don't even Agu know?”

”Of course he doesn't know.” You Wuming stared at her small face, ”Xiao Sanguo, you are obviously afraid, why don't you step back?”

Not only did she not retreat, she even rushed into his arms.

At that moment, she had a clear illusion that he and she were the same pole of the magnet, and when she rushed to him, she overcome a powerful repulsion.

She hugged his waist tightly and buried her face in his chest.

”I said I will be with you.” She shuddered. ”Not even hell, let alone Jiang Yanji and Huang Fujun.”

You Wuming was obviously stunned: ”Xiao Sanguo, what I am talking about is not something else. Are you--are you afraid of me?”

”Why should you be afraid of you?” She looked up at him. ”You were good, you were good... It was the bad guys who harmed you, and you did nothing wrong. Why should I be afraid of you?”

Tears fell in her eyes.

”Ah...” You Wuming sighed, ”Yes, you are still crying in front of Ming's grave. Xiao Sanguo, you are such a strange guy. We are dead or alive, what is your relationship with you?”

”I feel distressed.” She sobbed and said lowly, ”I previously thought that if the young son is still there, Aguding will protect him for life and joy. I didn't expect it to be you.”

She clasped his body tightly, raised her head, kissed his proud and perfect jaw, and murmured: ”I will practice well, accompany you, and kill those enemies.”

”Yeah, kill them all.” You Wuming smiled lowly.

Her eyes fell on his face hesitantly: ”But, how did you hide all the people and become the king of Youzhou?”

You Wuming stared at her for a moment, and suddenly smiled: ”This secret, I want you to exchange it with your body.”

Sang blushed far away.

You Wuming laughed, grabbed her, grabbed her short life back, pulled the reins, and took her back to the caravan outside the canyon.

After an hour, You Wuming and his party finally reached Tiandu.

The treatment of merchants and royals is not the same, the team lined up outside the city for a whole day, only to wait for the opportunity to enter the city.

After washing away the dust, the crowd set foot on the white agate road and entered the trade fair.

You Wuming received the news that Huang Fujun remained in the imperial palace and left Beijing for Dongzhou three days later. There were frequent battles on the Eastern Front. He also rarely took the opportunity to come to Tiandu to accompany Jiang Yanji for a few days.

Of course, this is not the case to the outside world. The King of Dongzhou only had military matters to discuss with the emperor.

”Xiao Sanguo, go shopping!” You Wuming happily grabbed Sang Yuan's arm and dragged her out of the car. ”You must not have taken the lotus fat, right?”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”

He smiled smugly: ”I knew that you didn't feel a little bit conscious!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”

She was very tired and confused at the moment.

He dragged her, found the shop in Baizhou, bought a dozen boxes of hibiscus fat, put it in a small bag, and carried it on his back.

”Unfortunately, my father-in-law has returned to Sangzhou.” He shook his head gently. ”Otherwise, he can still find him a marriage contract and get married on the spot.”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”Actually girls are eager for a grand wedding ceremony, really.”

”No, no, I know Xiao Sanguo is not such a vulgar person.” He took her by the shoulder.

”Sorry I'm so vulgar.”

”Oh,” he smiled brightly, ”the layman doesn't have that vision. Fancy me.”

She twisted her head to the other side.

In fact, she really did not expect any wedding. She and Youwuming are not in normal love marriage. She is holding her head in her hands and playing with the snake. How can there be the kind of thoughts of the little girl's family?

It has always been said to be a relative, but it is also a way to slow down. She was just not ready to have a more intimate relationship with him.

She sighed quietly and glanced at the burden of hibiscus fat behind him, feeling her legs soft.

After walking through a street made of gold and jade, Sang suddenly walked far away.

She saw a very familiar figure.

Wearing a veil hat, half of the gilt mask can be seen under the veil.

Dream worry-free? Why is she here?

Sang felt as if he had passed away from afar. The last time I heard this woman's news, it was Han Shaoling's ruthlessness that caused her to ruin her face and only used her as a detoxification tool.

Could it be that she finally realized everything and fled Han Shaoling's side?

But Han Shaoling was poisoned. How could she let her go?

Sang looked away from afar and saw Meng Wuyou followed by several Han Shaoling's guards, and a group of people hurriedly chased beside a man who had lost his soul and kept talking.

Without taking a few steps, the man reluctantly followed Meng Wuyou and walked into a classically decorated teahouse.

Sang stared at the wall-climbing tiger outside the teahouse far away for a while, then turned his head to Youwu and said, ”I'm tired. Is it okay to have a tea here? Do you still have money?”

You Wuming laughed: ”If Xiao Sanguo fancy this tea house, I will buy it.”

She took his arm into the tea house, packed a classic and elegant compartment, and cooked tea slowly.

Parthenocissus swayed in the carved wooden window mullions, and Sang soon captured the dream-free voice.

——”Help, save the King of Hanzhou, okay? You know, he is a big hero, and he was seriously injured in order to kill a very bad and very bad person. He is going to die, don't you be patient, let this be Did a hero die? If something goes wrong, the people of Hanzhou will be displaced!”

Sang far moved. Han Shaoling is dying? Didn't expect that Wu Wuming's blow caused him such a serious internal injury? Meng Wuyou This is the day to come to seek medical treatment for Han Shaoling? Could it be that this desolate man can't do it?

Meng Wuyou's eager and anxious voice made Sang feel a sour tooth from afar.

She had witnessed Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou's broken case with her own eyes. Han Shaolin's dreaming and worry-free were really scumming, and she madly showed love to other women in front of her, and burnt her mask on her. On her face, she was very abusive.

In this way, Mengwuyou can still ask him for medicine in such anxious way?

Worthy of being the typical protagonist of a scumbag.

Waiting for a while, finally an unpleasant male duck's voice came into his ears.

——”You tell me what's the use of these! I'm not a healer, I'm going to see a doctor if I'm sick, little girl, it's done, you just said that if you come in and drink a cup of tea, you'll get me a piece of gold. !”

——”I know you are a tribe. If you want to save, you can save it.” Meng Wuyou said straight away.

A moment of silence.

——“Ha! Hahahahaha! You’re crazy, little girl, ah, no matter how you are, pull a person on the street, and say that people are three evils! You’re not sick!” The man’s voice was obvious Unstable.

——”Your wife has told me everything! Ning Hongcai, you are gambling and lost your child's medicine money. Do you know how worried your wife is? She was trying to sell this news into Fortunately, I was stopped by the imperial palace. If not, you have already been captured at this moment!” Meng Wuyou said.

——“No, it’s impossible! How could Meng Niang betray me! I, I bet money, I’m making more money to treat the doll! I don’t want to lose, I don’t want to lose...” Man Crying.

——”Ning Hongcai, you are in your 30's, and you can't even find a decent job. You only know gambling all day long. Do you have any meaning in your life? You sacrifice yourself to save the King of Hanzhou, and by the way Why don't you do it to save your own child?” Meng Wu persuaded anxiously.

——”Hanzhou King's life is life, is my life not life? Ah?” The male duck cried.

——”And your child, your child has no money to cure the disease, he is going to die! You can live alone, you can change the lives of two people, what a good thing! As long as you promise to save Hanju Wang, I guarantee that your child will get the best treatment!” Meng Wuyou was very emotional.

The man cried with a whimper, and for a long time, he gradually stopped crying.

-”Okay, okay. Give me the money, I will send it back, say goodbye to them, and then go with you.” Ning Hongcai compromised.

——”Han XII, you take the money and go with him!” Meng Wuyou's voice was cheerful like a bird.

Ning Hongcai left the teahouse.

Sang frowned far away, thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what race the Ming Clan was.

Sanxie has been punished for more than a thousand years, and there is little left in the world. In the book, the well-known three evils, namely the love family of Mengwuyou, and a witch woman who confused Han Shaoling a few years later.

The Ming tribe is not worthy of having a name at all.

”Yu Wuming,” she asked, ”you know...”

As soon as he looked up, he saw two dark fires in the man's eyes, staring at her unpleasantly.

”Little Mulberry, what are you thinking about?”

”Do you know the Underworld?”

You Wuming was obviously startled: ”Are you thinking about this?”

Sang nodded far.

”Yes, why don't you know.” He smiled sideways and said lightly, ”The other two tribes are destroyed because they are too bad, and the Ming tribes are dead because they are so good.”

So good? Sang far thinks of the dialogue between Fang Caimeng Wuyou and Ning Hongcai, and understands in his heart.

This is a bizarre race that can use its own life to exchange for other people's lives. Not to mention in this world of semi-slavery, which is respected by the strong, even in an era of democracy and peace, such a race with abilities cannot escape the destiny of power.

”Little Sanguo,” You Wuming moved closer, ”Do you know that when the Ming tribe gives their lives to others, they will be given to that person together when they cultivate their lives.”

”Ah!” Sang gasped with a deep breath. ”Well, isn't it more coveted!”

”Yeah,” Youwu Mingliang said, ”So I'm dead. I'll be buckled up with a hat of the evil race.”

Suddenly, she felt a little sad in her heart: ”It's sinful.”

You Wuming chuckled and said: ”Xiao Sanguo, are you worrying about the ancients again?”

”Not the ancients, there is one next door.”

She said what she had just heard—Meng Wuyou took Han Shaoling's guards in this teahouse, and she had just persuaded a Ming dynasty survivor to follow her to rescue the seriously injured Han Shaoling.

”Oh?” You Wumei raised her eyebrows happily. ”Han Shaoling is dying? Oh, I only used seven points of strength. If I knew that he was so bad, I would use eight points of strength, isn't it? He can be cut on the spot!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” blowing, blowing hard. It is best to spit blood while blowing.

”Since I couldn't send him down last time,” You Wuming lowered his head and smiled in a dark voice. ”This time, I have to work harder.”

Seeing the confident and lifeless, Sang suddenly flashed in his mind.

She felt that some clues were slowly connected together.