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

Xifu is full of people.

The officers and men under Huangfu's men blocked the gates, but they were also very clawed. Every expensive car has to be carefully inspected, and you have to pay a smile, and don't dare to offend the nobles too hard-it's true that the military order is served, but the shoes are worn by themselves.

Everyone who can appear here is rich or expensive, throwing a gold brick out and smashing three or five gold bricks back! I can't afford it!

There was a serious shortage of manpower, and all the defenders above the city walls were transferred.

In the early morning, the prosperity dispersed, and the paper drunken gold fan became a thin white mist. Both the officers and soldiers who had been scouting all night, or the crowd waiting to leave the city, felt extremely tired and empty.

Everyone was a little bit stunned, hanging their heads, their hearts gathered in the ground in front of their eyes.

No one wants to look up.

If someone can still be energetic, if you look up, you will find that there are a pair of people walking casually above the empty city wall.

The blockade is so strict that only birds with wings can fly.

"Little Sanguo," You Wumingping raised a hand and pointed at Jiangshan below. "In the future, these are mine."

"Hmm, it's all yours!" She squinted and smiled at his side, "You are mine!"

He gently shook his head and turned his head proudly, she had no time to catch a glance at the corner of her lips that couldn't stop rising.

He let go of her hand and strode to the wall.

White mist enveloped him, and the long figure, standing towards the wall, naturally brought a tendency of the king's gaze, as if enough to stun thousands of horses.

He turned around and reached out to her: "Come."

She ran towards him with her skirt.

He held her back and jumped lightly, and then jumped out of the wall stack. After falling a few feet, the light wings spread, gliding out dozens of feet, and fell silently into a white wood outside the city.

"Are we digging a hole to hide things first, then take them back?" Sang looked around.

Youyou chuckled, disdainfully.

Sang thought from afar that there would not be a slack defense like Xifu elsewhere. Simply saying that the city walls, except for Xifu, the walls of the rest of the city are as high as 30 feet. The wind is so tight now, how to leave the country with this pile of boxes?

I saw Youmei pulled out his knife, cut off a section of the tree trunk, and then swayed his clothes, sat down on the stump, and got busy on the spot.

The temperature in the forest was particularly low, and the wood was quietly and fiercely fiddled with, and there was a layer of fine sweat on the forehead.

Sang looked startled from afar.

I saw him pursing his lips, black eyes closely following the tip of the knife, slowly moving on the gradually smooth wood, from time to time bent down, leaned to the edge of the wood, squinted and took a look, but at this time, wrinkled Eyebrows are always pretty.

After fiddling with it for a little while, he probably felt hot, pulled his shirt away a bit, and then lowered his head to continue his work.

Her eyes unconsciously drilled down the open collar.

He looked thin, but in fact the body under the clothes was very strong, which was well understood when she first bathed with him. Looking at him now, it is even more important to add a filter than before. When the gaze fell on the chest with strong and smooth lines, the heart suddenly jumped, the breath was slightly chaotic, and he turned back anxiously.

There was a string of low laughter that was supposed to be dedicated to carpentry.

Sang was far from embarrassed to think about what he was laughing at. She walked away a few steps, sat down cross-legged, and said seriously: "This place is full of wood and spirit. I practiced for a while, and you call me okay."

She gradually settled in.

Suddenly rising two ranks at a glance, the disadvantages of promoting seedlings quickly became apparent. The spiritual content in her body became a little bit like a light bulb that might turn off at any time when there was insufficient power.

No wonder Jiang Yanji wanted to prepare Jiang Jinzhen with five boxes of water spirit and solid jade crystal. It turns out that after being taken to fly, it will be physically weak!

She was secret in her heart, and I was afraid to find a way to make up for so many spiritual reserves as soon as possible so as not to leave any sequelae.

At this moment, there is no other way. I can only try my best to absorb the surrounding wood spirits.

She summoned her big face.

After the fourth stage of the Lingming Realm of the Jin Order, she can call out twenty big face flowers at a time. According to the state at the time of the call, the error does not exceed three.

I saw a circle of half-year-old teenagers with big faces and flowers surrounded by mulberry far and wide. They shook the huge flower tray, waving green leaves to squeeze the other big faces away, and quickly grabbed the surrounding wood spirit Yun Come, like a moisturizing sprayer, turn the wood into the most easily absorbed cloud and spray it towards the mulberry.

With the help of big face flower, she quickly stabilized a thin layer of wood spirit in the texture.

You Wuming's eyelids jumped.

Is this a fairy? You can save it, look at those sullen faces! Who is this fairy!

He shook his head, his hands glowed with glamour, and processed the freshly baked long wooden box inside and out.

Today, this piece of wood has become an antique long box. He took out the five wooden boxes from the silk cloth, carefully placed the water-solid jade crystals into the interlayer of the long box, and concealed the cover so that no one could see the slightest difference.

He glanced up and down, then hooked the corners of his lips, pulled the dark grid at the bottom of the box, and poured the spirit of ten thousand years into it.

No flaws, perfect.

He turned the long box behind him and stood up. The black boots randomly ran over the five empty wooden boxes on the ground, turning them into pieces of debris. When the wind blew, he didn't know where to go.

Sang far away just put away his big face.

She was about to open her eyes and suddenly warm breath fell on her neck. A pair of big hands came back from their own hands, grabbed her in front of her without shyness, and after a heavy crush, held her up.

"Xiao Sanguo, learn a little, don't just look with your eyes the next time you greet me."

A low-pitched voice sounded against my ears.

She shuddered unknowingly whether it was cold or hot.

Turned around and bumped into his arms.

The sturdy chest slowly rises and falls with breathing. She couldn't help but stick it on her cheek and rubbed it gently.

Just about to talk, her hand suddenly touched the wooden box behind him.

"this is……"

She released him and looked around.

"Is there any difference?" She looked at him in surprise.

Toss for so long, just to change the style of the wooden box?

Youyou raised her eyebrows proudly, took off the long box behind her, and put her generously in her hand.

"Look! Just look at it! Find something to count as I lose!"

Sang froze for a moment, and opened the long box.

The box is empty and contains nothing.

"Oh?" She sat down and inspected the wooden box inside and out.

Quickly found the secret grid.

Youming: "..."

Sang bowed his head far away and snickered for a while.

In fact, this long box made by Youwuming is perfect. If you change it, you will never see any abnormality. It was just a coincidence that she once nursed a magician on a variety show. In order to cooperate with the performance, the other party gave her the principle of props to make it clear.

"It doesn't matter," Sang pacified far, "No one can find what you hid except me!"

Youming's face is still not so pretty.

She hugged him round and smiled and said, "It's like... Your heart, only me, can steal from you. Right?"

Youming breathless for a while, only to feel that the air in the woods is not enough.

"Set off." He quickly picked up the long box and took the lead to go north.

Sang Yuanyao walked behind him, seeing him stretch his back until he walked away, his shoulders relaxed.

When he turned around, he saw her with a big smile on her face, and added a sweet sentence: "I won't give it back to you!"

You Wuming's scalp numb and turned back stiffly.

After walking out for a while, he finally eased over, turned around, and said abandonment: "Why do you have to hug someone if you walk so slowly?"

She smirked two steps, grabbing the big hand he handed to her.

The two quickly left Bai Shulin.

Officials are coming and going, and you have no way to fly open.

After a small period of time, Sang could not help but frown: "How can we get to Jinju to arrange'evidence' before Huangfuxiong at such a speed?"

You Wuming smiled mysteriously.

"Little Mulberry, this little thing, you don't need to worry about it."

He raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

When the sun was sinking, the two came to a city-Fuling.

This is nowhere near Xifu. The wall made of fine iron is thirty feet high. There are soldiers densely hoarded above the wall. It is impossible to fly past with the wings spread like leaving Xifu.

Everyone who entered the city was carefully inspected. Sang looked at the long box on Youwu's body from afar, and his original confidence fell to five points-this way has to go through many levels, and it is difficult to guarantee that any level will be stuck. In case any of the officers and men rises at once, do you want to split the long box and have a look?

Sang looked away from far away.

The left and right are high mountains, and if you make a detour, I am afraid it will take a lot of time. There seems to be no other way than to go through the hurdle.

You Wuming lifted her chin slightly, and said, "I will test you, Xiao Sanguo - do you and I go apart or walk together?"

Sang is far from thinking about it: "Naturally walk together."

Youmei lowered her head and looked at her sharply, her eyebrows slightly raised, and sighed: "Little Sanguo is really smart! In this case, if you change the ordinary people, you will be disassembled and go on the road separately, so the single men and women will instead It was checked very carefully, and you and I went the other way and it was easier to be ignored."

"No," Sang said seriously, "because I am lost alone."

Youming: "..."

Entering the city was slightly smoother than expected.

Xifu is hundreds of miles away from Fuling. If there are no horses and horses, it is possible to come here in only half a day unless you have wings. So the officers and soldiers put their focus on those cloud beasts. The lifeless wooden box was only scrutinized, and they waved away.

The two entered Fuling City.

Although Fuling is no more prosperous than Xifu, it is very close to Xifu and is also benefited by the aftermath of that wealth. There are restaurants and tea houses in the city, as well as high-end post stores for the rich and wealthy to stop and rest.

Quiet and rich.

You Wuming picked a most striking post beside the avenue and stepped straight in.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?" What does this mean? Does it mean to eat her and go on the road?

You Wuming packed up the largest room in the post with great courage. For ten days, she paid the room for eleven days, and told no one to disturb.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Jinju is not going?

He grabbed her hand and led her straight into the compartment.

Sang was a little nervous, thinking about'don't blush', but his ears were getting hotter and hotter.

Entering the room, he put the long box on the couch, sat her down on the couch, kissed his forehead, and said with a serious face: "You take a break, I will return immediately."

Sang spoke dryly: "Where are you going?"

You Wuming smiled mysteriously: "Buy something."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Is this still a guess? Use guess? If it is not hibiscus fat, she reversed the word "Sang" and wrote

You Wuming came back faster than she thought.

It seems to have walked downstairs.

Sang stared at the large baggage he brought back, feeling his legs were soft.

"Do you want so much?"

You Wuming put the burden on the wooden table: "It may not be enough, after all, it is the first time to do such a thing, I am afraid that it will take practice."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She found that when he said such serious and unreasonable words seriously, the whole person looked extremely sexy.

She nodded dumbly.

Yes, she is full of theoretical knowledge, but she has no actual combat experience, and he may not even have theoretical knowledge... The two novices really have to run in...

Thinking in this way, my heart beat even more fiercely in my chest, and my face became hot after another.

"Xiao Sanguo, come and help me." You Wuming whispered very aggressively.

Who is afraid of who.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward, grabbing his belt gently.

He untied the baggage and put a cold box in her hand. A jade box doesn't need to look down at all to know what's inside.

Her eyes fell on his neck, and she asked with some embarrassment: "Is this for me?"

As soon as the words were spoken, I felt that my whole body was pouring into my forehead.

"Well," Youwu replied for granted, "I won't."

Yun Dan's breezy tone, without a little solemnity, without any enthusiasm, is like saying what to eat at noon today.

Sang Yuan was stunned first, and then angered-who was the last person painted in the carriage last time? ! Now that he's really going to battle, is he picking up Joe? ! Such a perfunctory tone, as if she begged him to sleep! What a boring boss, is she going to let her move? !

She raised her head angrily and saw him take a snow-white silk cloth from her baggage.

For a time, Sang Yuan's heart was filled with grievances and anger.

What does he mean? I haven't succeeded yet, so I acted like such a perfunctory, thinking only about this Laozi Zipa? !

Go to his grandmother!

Seeing her still for a long time, Youwu Ming turned around wonderingly.

I saw a dark thing flying over my chest.

You Wuming grabbed it, and the lid of the cartridge opened, and his hands were full of black.

"...Little Mulberry?" He was taken aback.

Sang stared blankly at his black hand. As soon as he looked away, he saw that he was receiving a jade ink cartridge. When he looked again, he found that the silk cloth had a thick stack, and a small turn of writing brush was **** neatly.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Did you misunderstand anything?

He, asked her to help him polish his ink? She froze, and she didn't know what expression to put on for a while.

You Wuming slowly frowned, raised her hand, and pressed her head.

Sang was too far away, and his ink-stained hands were pressed forward, and the cold ink fell on his hot skin. She felt that they were steaming white.

"Sick? His face is so red." He stared at her small red face, tearful eyes, and murmured in a bit puzzled. "Isn't it okay? How can I get sick if I missed it. Xiao Sang?" If you did what you did, how could you be so delicate, and now you can't leave me anymore, right?"

"Cough..." She sniffed her lips weakly and said, "It seems... a little uncomfortable..."

You Wuming hugged her horizontally and put it on the bed.

His expression was a little dazed, staring at the ink on her forehead, and said to herself: "The Lingming Realm does not invade, is it poisoned?"

Sang Yuan's face was even redder: "I just, just got up anxiously, fainted, and it will be better after a while."

Youwu stared at her for a long time, seeing that she was really full of energy, and there was no sign of illness or poisoning.

He suddenly realized: "Oh! I understand!"

Sang trembles far from the heart: "Ming, what do you understand?"

She was going to die, she was going to die, she was really going to die!

"Xiao Sanguo!" You Wuming narrowed her eyes and smiled like a fox. "You are too lazy to be cured! After I was three years old, I didn't pretend to be ill and lazy! Just grind my ink, but you Cunning!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "...You are so wise, you are so wise!"

He cocked his tail proudly: "Of course. This little trick wants to deceive me?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Save the evening!

This night, Youwu pointed her lips and a small oil lamp, and wrote a piece of adventure story of the underground palace on the silk cloth.

Sang stood and looked behind him.

At first, her eyes were fixed on his beautiful handwriting. They all say that the characters are as human as they are, but besides being beautiful, there are no similarities between him and you.

His words are kind of pretty and pretty. At first glance, everyone thought they were written by a sturdy gentleman.

Soon, Sang was seized by his story.

The dimly lit palace, various organ traps poison monsters, as if jumping out of paper, appear in front of eyes. When it comes to the most important point, the last secret of the underground palace is behind that door. When you see the protagonist about to push the door in, You Wuming will close the pen and stop abruptly.

"Yu Wuming, I feel that it can be slightly polished here or two."

He raised her eyebrows and looked at her.

Sang smiled confidently, sitting next to him, picked up the pen, and added a few more to that adventure.

He glanced away.

'Horror like this', 'Destructiveness', 'Break me! '

Youming: "..."

Really, the finishing touch!

...

The words are divided into two ends.

On the other side, after sending Huangfudu's head into Dongdu, Huangfuxiong didn't dare to delay for a moment. He took his guard and hurried to Jinju.

Halfway through, the waist jade suddenly lighted up. It was the news from the elder brother Huangfujun's close-fitting old lady that it was Huangfujun who found a spirit pearl in the body of Huangfudu, presumably before Huangfudu died. Hidden evidence.

After Huang Fujun inspected Ji Lingzhu alone, he vomited blood and couldn't even speak, nor was he willing to tell others what had happened. The old attendant was very worried and told Huangfu Xiong to move faster and return to the east as soon as possible to look after Huangfujun.

Huang Fuxiong punched twenty punches in his head, and he felt remorse in his heart-if he found this spirit bead carefully, he would check it out for the elder brother first, so that the elder brother had a psychological preparation and would not be angry. To hematemesis.

Thinking like this, I was even more anxious to burn the horse and whip, and soon passed through Dongzhou, crossed the Tuzhou territory, and arrived in Jinju.

There are many plains and basins in Jinzhou. The climate is cold, the rocks are gray and white, and the vegetation is basically moss and lichen. At a glance, the open ground is white, white, green and green, and there are huge pits everywhere.

Jinzhou is rich in the most suitable for iron armor.

The aborigines here are almost no longer in the army and have become miners. The Huangfu family covered the sky with one hand, and the Jin people entered the army and could not be squeezed out. This state has long since become a private mine of the Huangfu family. Huang Fuxiong looked at this great river and mountains, and his heart was proud and painful.

Who are you working hard for?

After stepping through a large wasteland with dense pits, a semi-weathered gray city pool appeared in front of me.

Huangfu Xiong entered the city, carefully collected the relics of his nephew Huangfudu, loaded it into a cart, and then took his wife Jinlan Lan and returned to Dongzhou.

Jin Lanlan married Huangfu only half a year ago. It was the newly-married Yaner who had just conceived and became pregnant, and suddenly she lost her husband.

Huang Fuxiong also sighed.

A few days later, the convoy finally returned to the territory of Dongzhou. When passing the main road in Fuling City, Huang Fuxiong suddenly heard a very clear voice from the post along the road--

"...Xiao Zhong took revenge for his eldest brother Xiao Meng, who died in vain for his death. Gu."

Huang Fuxiong raised his hand and stopped marching.

The story of the second floor of the post building actually happened to coincide with Huang Fuxiong's state of mind at the moment.

Thinking of my nephew's unclear death, his eldest brother was lying in bed and vomiting blood, Huang Fuxiong only felt that his heartstrings were heavily moved by others, and he stupefied unconsciously. Can he succeed in obtaining the militia and avenge his brother?

Gradually, Huang Fuxiong only felt that he was taken into the ancient tomb, and his neck was cold, as if he was holding a light and walking in the dim tomb.

The tortoise in the tomb was as small as a calf. When Xiao Zhong issued a unique secret technique to solve the corpse tortoise, Huang Fuxiong's heart was also put back in place, only to realize that the secret technique was really horrible.

"I can't help it, I can't help it!"

Downstairs, Huang Fuxiong was smashed with tears in his eyes, only to feel warm up and resonate.

The more I listened down, the higher the dynasty, and seeing Xiao Zhong clear all the way through, it was necessary to obtain the final secret.

At this moment, that clear voice stopped abruptly.

Huang Fuxiong only felt a hundred claws scratching his heart. Hearing the story and not hearing the ending, it was like being on the clam fairy's couch, and Hong Feng suffocated back before it collapsed.

He struggled for a long while, unable to hold back, and put the team into the post to rest.

Huangfu Xiong was originally a person with a strong personality. He immediately bought the most famous green plum spirit brew in Fuling of Twenty Altars and knocked on the big wooden door of the box.

When I entered the room and asked, I realized that "Xiao Zhong's Revenge" is a legendary story created by this gentleman in the room. The ending? Not yet written!

Huangfu was almost kneeling to You Wuming.

"Tonight, can you write it tonight?" Huangfu stared blankly at You Wuming's hand holding the pen.

You Wuming pondered: "Maybe?"

Huangfu Xiong made up his mind and turned his head to tell him. Jin Lanlan, the wife of Huangfu Ferry, rested overnight in the post, washed away all the dust, and after finishing dressing up tomorrow, he rushed to Dongdu.

You Wuming sat at the table, picked up the fine wine sent by Huang Fuxiong in one hand, swallowed it at the mouth of the altar, waved a pen in one hand, and wrote a beautiful article.

Huangfuxiong only felt that this person was his confidant for a lifetime, and he also grabbed the wine in a hurry. You drink one altar without help, and he drank two altars to show sincerity.

Halfway through the writing, You Wu Ming throws a pen: "No inspiration."

"Anyway, anyway, come, sir, please drink a full altar!" Huang Fuxiong patted the mud seal and passed a good altar.

You Wuming felt a little overwhelmed and said: "It is better to tell a story not to bully the young poor..."

Huang Fuxiong turned his head into a chicken pecking rice.

Wastewood counterattacked the retired marriage half-way, and the lifeless words turned around again, and talked about the lingering love story.

Jin Lanlan next door was touched and touched, sitting quietly behind Huangfu Xiong to listen to the story.

The wine became stronger, and Huang Fuxiong finally couldn't hold back and went to the latrine.

You Wuming You You continued: "... Pity that Yun Niang, can't wait for the husband to speak only a few words, and guarded into a stone of the husband."

"No, just a few words..." Jin Lanlan shook in a trance. "My husband, too... didn't leave me a half-hearted sentence..."

You Wuming smiled, and he bowed slightly, looking directly at Jin Lanlan's eyes.

"Have you ever contacted you before the accident?"

Jin Lanlan was startled and couldn't help but stared at the lifeless eyes.

"There are...some."

Youming's voice was deeper: "What did he say to you?"

Jin Lanlan frowned, seeming to resist, but still speaking truthfully--

"Lang Jun said that his righteous father was injured by the murderer, and he ordered the emperor to come out and kill him when he was ordered by the emperor."

"What else?" The dark star turned in the eyes of You Wu Ming.

Sang knew that he was witchcrafting the blood of the witch against Huangfudu.

Since I heard that Huangfu had been involved in the incident, Jin Lanlan hadn't closed his eyes for a few days. His mind was shaken so badly that naturally there was not much resistance.

Sang was a little nervous in his heart, staring at the movement outside, preventing Huang Fuxiong from coming in suddenly.

"He, he must have said something else to you." Youyou Xingxun is tempting. "If you think about it, what else did he say?"

Jin Lanlan shook his head slowly, confused: "No more. Lang Jun's words are not much."

Sang far heard heavy footsteps coming from the wooden stairs. Her heart jumped violently and gently pulled the sleeve of the lifeless.

"Maybe I said something else, you just didn't understand it, so you didn't mind it. Think about it carefully, this may be the clue to his murder." You Wuming is still not slow.

Huang Fuxiong has set foot on the second floor!

Sang is far from the heart.

Jin Lanlan was even more confused: "...Is there? What I didn't understand...what?"

Youming's voice is more charming: "You said that only 30%? What is this?"

"San... Cheng..." Jin Lanlan tilted his head, "Only San Cheng? What... San Cheng?"

The figure of Huang Fuxiong appeared behind the carved wooden door.

"Yeah, what is only 30%?" You Wuming lowered her voice. "Without a head and a tail, isn't it talking to you, but talking to someone else? After that, there is no news from him, and then, he died."

Jin Lanlan painfully covered his chest: "Is it related to his murder? 30%, what 30%?"

Huang Fuxiong's tall figure appeared at the door of the wing, frowning slightly: "Nephew's wife, what killed, what 30%?"

The starlight disappears in the eyes of You Ming.

Sang Yuan's pupils contracted, and his fingertips trembled gently.

Huangfu Xiong frowned, looking towards You Meng.

You Wuming spread his hands innocently: "This lady misses her heart and mentions her dead husband."

Huangfu stared heavily at Jin Lanlan.

I saw Jin Lanlan's eyes gradually focused, and grabbed Huang Fuxiong with his backhand: "Uncle Yi, I suddenly remembered that day, Lang Jun said something strange-only 30%, I don't know what it means, so I haven't Mind you! I'm not sure if Lang Jun said it to me or to someone else..."

"Why don't you say it early!" Huangfu said furiously.

Jin Lanlan sobbed: "It's me who is bad, because this sentence has no beginning and no end and is too unusual, so I didn't take it seriously..."

"Thirty percent? Three percent?" Huangfu Xiong frowned, "Departure immediately and return to the east capital!"

He stood up, thinking for a moment, took out a token and gave it to You Wuming.

"Sir, I have something to do and I have to go. Please collect this token. In Dongzhou, my token can still be used to some extent! After writing Xiao Zhong's ending, remember to send it to me A copy!"

You Wuming smiled and accepted.

When he went out, Huangfu looked like he was unintentional. He overturned Youmu's long wooden box standing at the door, and saw a pile of silk cloths filled with beautiful writing falling to the ground.

He apologized and looked at the long wooden box secretly.

Huang Fuxiong, this person, is really thick and thin.

Going downstairs, Huangfu Xiong pretended to check out Youyou, and asked about his rent. The store did not elaborate, only saying that You Wuming had paid Wenyin 22, and the lease term will not be paid until tomorrow.

Huangfu Xiong secretly calculated-he paid the room money for the 11th, and it expired tomorrow, so the day this person stayed in Fuling Post was the first day of the accident in Xifu. In this way, Huangfu ambitiously determined that this person had nothing to do with Jiang Jinzhen.

He finally led the team away with confidence.

"No wonder you have to pay more for a day's rent!" Sang was amazed. "You are lifeless, are you a human being or a ghost!"

You Wuming's face calmed down: "Is this also worth fussing about."

The wings could not help but lifted out.

Watching Huangfu Xiong go away, he slowly took out a jade jade and ordered slowly—

"The pharmacist who killed Jiang Yanji, the word "three percent" came out."