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

"Where did I die?"

The sound of Yumie is cold, suppressing anger.

Just when his voice fell, a small figure suddenly appeared in the wave of Wraith directly in front of him. It looked very happy, carrying a small cloth bag with knots in the broken place in his small hand. The bag was heavily packed with half a bag of unknown particles, and it looked like a fall.

Both sides of the mouth of the puppet reached the roots of the ears, and the black and red robe was flying in the wind, stepping on the head of the demon, jumping a few feet high, floating around, the whole puppet was full of spirit, from head to toe. The word "wave" is written.

It picked up its bright crystals!

Youming: "..."

Almost alive!

Behind him, Jian Yu arrived.

The puppet frowned sharply, grabbed a long tongue swayed by a demon, and like a swing, tossed his body up, flipped his heel in midair, and fell to short life.

He threw a small cloth bag in his hand into Sang Yuan's arms, and then jumped to the back. His body exploded with a black mist, shooting down the arrows he shot for short-term ping pong.

In this way, short-lived no longer need to rush left and right, just go straight ahead.

No one can catch up with the short-lived forward.

In a blink of an eye, Han Shaoling's cavalry formation was left behind by him.

Get out of the crisis!

Although Han Shaoling did not give up chasing in order to recover his broken arm, the distance between his cavalry and short-lived was pulled farther and farther at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Short-lived to the east, flying all the way.

Since the return of the puppet, Sang Yuan has discovered that You Mengqiang is up, and there is no trace of weakness on his face. If it is not for the forehead and the back of the hand that is unconsciously swollen with blue muscles, he will not even see that he is undertaking the drama at the moment. pain.

She knew that he was worried about the puppets' backlash.

The mind of this thing is very simple, but simple, it means walking on a thin steel rope, both abyss on the left and right, one side is the best, the other side is the most evil.

She earned her lightly and shouted, "Oh..."

The little man shook and fell to her side, riding upside down on the short-lived head, a pair of small hands being placed on his knees, staring at her with blinking eyes.

"Help me collect the bag." She handed the cloth bag to it with difficulty-just before I even dealt with Jian Yu, she threw the bag of Gu Yujing into her arms.

The puppet protruded out his little hand in excitement, and when he just touched the bag, he suddenly remembered something, raised his head nervously, and secretly glanced at the lifeless face.

Seeing that his face was stinky, but he didn't mean to stop it, he took the bag and hugged it carefully around his chest.

"Find a place to rest and heal, and by the way, produce more solid jade crystals." Sang said weakly from afar.

The puppet's dark eyes suddenly glowed slightly. If the owner is very weak, can he defy something? The puppet doesn't know. It only knows that if it finds a quiet and good place, it will have more and more sparkles.

You Wuming groaned slightly.

When he was seriously injured, Han Shaoling will report it to Jiang Yanji. If he meets with the seven thousand Youjun who came over from Jizhou at this moment, he will surely encounter Han Shaoling and Zhang Jing's full pursuit and interception. Even if they can fight it out, the situation is extremely tragic.

Moreover, he does not have any self-preservation power, and can only hope that the soldiers under his command have no destiny. This is not a lifeless way of doing things.

"Xiao Sanguo, you really are a worm in my belly." You Wuming smiled faintly and took out the jade jade, so that the army that was rushing to the Great Wall turned around and passed through Pingzhou, Fuping and Hanzhou. At the junction, wait for the next instruction.

The subordinates never questioned the order of the monarch. After receiving the order, the seven thousand soldiers wearing Xuanjia immediately turned their heads and went straight west.

Sang far knew that this was Han Shaoling who was preparing to return from an ambush with serious injuries.

There was a smile on her lips-let him know that the desperate seven thousand people met his 20,000 cavalry, who was higher and lower!

"Xia Xing Yuan!"

You Wuming made a decision immediately.

He turned his head and looked at the Hanzhou cavalry who had almost disappeared into the field of vision. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and tightened the reins, making the short-lived run a residual image.

He stretched his arms slightly and tried to protect Sang Yuan far, not to let her suffer too much bumps, so as not to tear the wound.

Fortunately, after Han Shaoling sacrificed the magical style and the desperate desperation, the spiritual energy on his body was exhausted, so the piercing of Sang Yuan was just ordinary physical damage and did not bring a spirit. Yun poison.

She just stabbed in the chest and hurt her heart, so she couldn't help her for a while.

Youmei's situation is much worse than her, he secretly vomited several times of blood.

Sang found that his blood was blue and white like metal.

"It's Jin Lei." She lay in his arms and said in a weak voice, "It's not completely traceless. Han Shaoling belongs to Jin, and it is Lei Long, which must be him and Lei. There is something we don't know about between the forces. This may mean that even if Heaven wants to protect him, there are no more rules."

"Oh," You Wuming teeth sneered, "God, Tao."

"There must be something weird." Sang pondered for a moment, "Intuition tells me that this matter is inseparable from the Temple of Heaven."

Unconsciously speaking a little louder, pulling the chest injury, a burst of blood spewed out, and I was scared so much that I almost threw the bag in my hand.

It creeped over crookedly, grabbing the bag with one hand and tentatively grabbing a few strands of short-lived hair, and with the other hand freed it, carefully reaching far away from Mulberry and tickling her finger.

After staring at her for a moment, it nodded gently, then stretched her small hand into the robe, pulled it for a while, removed a few purple butterfly flowers from her shoulder, and handed it to Sang Yuan.

Immediately after removing the butterfly flower, its arm crooked down a bit, which could not be dropped.

It quickly changed the cloth bag to another hand so as not to lose it again.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

You Wumei raised her eyebrows, closed the butterfly flower, and then patted the short-lived ears with a rein: "Stop. One foot, swing back and forth."

He tightened his arms and grabbed Sang from afar, and then took a rare look at him: "Grasp it firmly."

Even like a timid baby who was suddenly named by Yan's father, he nodded violently, a pair of small arms holding his short-lived ears tightly.

I saw a short brake for a short life, and then rushed straight towards the Nether Abyss in the face of the Demon Giant Wave.

At the moment of leaping into the abyss, Sang far felt that Han Mao was standing upside down. Although she was extremely trusting and desperate in her heart, she still couldn't help but explode Mao.

She held her breath and tightened her body unconsciously.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

She watched a pair of small wooden legs fly up, tracing a small arc in the air.

After a very short stagnation, the short-lived fat body began to fall.

I saw it roll very flexibly in the air, and the two hind legs kicked back magically!

I don't know where I borrowed the power. I saw the cloud beast making a half circle in the air, and then hit the cliff wall of Nether Abyss.

Above the dark cliff wall, there is a black stone cave.

Short-lived fell into it very dexterously.

The demons in the cave were taken aback. Above the ugly and terrifying demon face, a single white eyeball slowly turned, staring at this fluffy monster falling from the sky.

In the next moment, countless barbed black tongues hit the short life!

In this narrow cave, there was a thick and turbulent wind.

The puppet moved.

The dark and dark mist rose, it was like a small whirlwind, scraping around in a short life, cutting the surrounding demons into pieces.

"Is this?" Sang Yuanqiang asked with surprise.

You Meng said: "Abyssal mouth."

Sang was taken aback by a big surprise: "Abyssal mouth, are they all connected to Abyss?"

"Of course," Youwu Ming looked at her with a funny smile, "otherwise where is the Devil."

"How do you know there is a hole here?" She felt incredible.

He leaned over and smiled badly: "...I won't tell you."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Show him blood!

You Wuming instructed the puppet to clean up a slightly flat area, and then turned the arm around Sang far and leaned against the cave wall.

"Little Sanguo," a handsome, dazzling smile floated on his face, "I never thought that I would have such a fateful day, and there were people around me."

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"great!"

I'm desperately killing the ghosts in the periphery: "..." No, I don't feel any good.

"Wait, I suddenly remembered something." Sang said far away.

"Huh?" You Wuming squinted at her.

"Sang Chengming. Nowhere to go, jumped out of the abyss with a heart?"

At that time, the rebellion of Sangzhou, the younger brother of the king of Sangzhou, the uncle of Sang Yuan. Today, Sang Yuan still thinks that thing seems strange.

"Well, maybe not dead." You Wuming carelessly. He has no interest in Sang Chengming. Even if it is not dead, it is a one-shot thing.

He leaned over, untied the cloth that wrapped around Sang Yuan's wound, and then began to take off her clothes.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

Although she knows this man very well, she knows that as long as he has a little strength, he will pretend to be casual, so that people can't see that he is seriously injured, but this time it is too much to take off her clothes...

After stripping off her clothes, Yumie simply nailed her wound with a butterfly flower.

Nailed the front, turned her over halfway, and nailed the back injury.

"This fleshy moth flower is still somewhat useful." He squinted, then said lightly.

Short-lived slowly twisted the hairy head, looked at him strangely, and then exchanged an understanding look with Sang Yuan.

Well, yes, flapping moths are still useful.

You Wuming: "?"

"Xiao Sanguo, you and short-lived, what do these eyes mean?" He was very vigilant and found something wrong in an instant.

Sang Yuanyuan: "What kind of look? What happened to short-lived? Short-lived running for a long time, must be exhausted, right short-lived?"

Short-lived and slow down his head: "Ou Woo."

I have no idea what you humans are saying. I have to nibble the trotters in front of me.

It began to nibble on Han Shaoling's poor arm, the Yunjian Beast was a very fierce beast. If it had not been strictly domesticated, they would eat people!

You Wuming: "..." knowing clearly what is wrong but just not knowing what is wrong.

Sang laughed far away, slowly leaning his head on the lifeless shoulder.

She wants to accumulate strength and call flowers.