Chapter 11

The kiss didn't last for long.

After the kiss, Sang Yuanyuan stared blankly at the flames in the distance.

She thought that Ling Gu and the others should be able to escape in such a chaotic situation.

Her feelings were numb, and there was a trace of confusion.

In any case, the current situation was better than Ling Gu and the others dying and her being imprisoned by Han Shaoling.

The man behind her, who was as cold as a snake, put his cheek on her neck and sniffed from time to time. He wrapped his arms around her and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a long while, he lazily straightened his body and pulled the reins, bringing her to the northwest as fast as lightning.

Sang Yuanyuan turned her head and looked back over You Wuming's shoulder.

She saw a large number of soldiers holding torches coming out of the pass to rescue them. People and beasts were overturned in the wilderness, and there were flames everywhere. Miserable cries drifted far away with the night wind.

You Wuming must have added a lot of strange things to it.

It wasn't until the firelight disappeared below the horizon that she reluctantly turned her stiff neck and turned her head.

She glanced at his face from the corner of her eye.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes returned to their lazy look. His slightly raised eyebrows and sunken lips were full of two words — boring.

It seemed that he felt nothing about the kiss, just like her.

Sang Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Her fingers touched the brocade pouch at her waist.

There were still two jade slips. She had to tell Sang Province's King about the traitor …

"Can I tell my father that I'm safe?" She calmed down and asked softly.

You Wuming's dark eyes looked down, and there was an unfathomable smile on his lips, "Of course you can. I also want to say hello."

Sang Yuanyuan knew that this meant that he didn't agree.

If Sang Province's King knew that You Wuming was the one who kidnapped her, he would go crazy on the spot and lead the troops to attack You Province. He wouldn't care about the traitor at all.

"Forget it." She listlessly lowered her eyes.

Just as her line of sight was about to fall to the bottom of the valley, she suddenly seemed to have thought of something. Her body trembled slightly, and she suddenly looked up at him, her eyes revealing a strong sense of expectation.

"Then … can I ask your people to help me warn Imperial Father to be wary of Han Shaoling's people?"

With the Oscar as her witness, her acting skills must be off the charts.

As long as it was a normal man, he would definitely feel trusted, relied on, and unconsciously stand on the same side as her …

Unfortunately, You Wuming is not normal at all.

He looked at her strangely. After a while, he couldn't help but grin. "Little Sang Guo, I don't mind exposing Sang Sanjiu. But the problem is, do you think Sang Chengyin, that fool, would suspect his own brother and nephew just because of Sang Sanjiu's words?"

Sang Yuanyuan immediately deflated. "… No."

He could only look for another opportunity.

At dawn, the Cloud Beast stopped beside a small stream.

You Wuming took some water from the stream and washed her face. His movements were gentle, and the corners of his lips were raised in a focused smile.

Then, he used a silk cloth to dry the water droplets. He took out a small box of yellow paste, dipped his fingertips in it, and smeared it on her face.

His fingers were very nimble. As if kneading dough, he kneaded her face here and there. From time to time, he leaned back and squinted his eyes to size her up. Then, he continued kneading her face.

After a long time, he threw away the jade box in his hand, clapped his hands, grabbed her shoulders, and pressed her above the stream.

The morning light sprinkled on the stream like fine gold dust.

Sang Yuanyuan saw an unfamiliar face. It was average-looking, and there was a small cut on her lower lip.

He picked her up and quickly stripped her of her outer clothes. He took out a valet's uniform from his bundle and put it on her. Then he pressed her back to the top of the stream and looked at her from left to right.

She was shocked. "Are you going to take me to …"

You Wuming's face gently swayed with the waves. "It's very fun, isn't it?"

He was going to take her to the front line!

Sang Yuanyuan didn't think it was fun at all, but her protests were ineffective.

The two continued on their way.

After dawn, Sang Yuanyuan was surprised to find that You Wuming's Cloud Beast looked ordinary, but it was actually astonishingly fast.

When it ran at full speed, the scenery on its left and right was blurred.

Just as a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes, You Wuming keenly caught it.

He said proudly, "When I picked up Shorty, it had been bitten to the point that there wasn't a piece of good meat.

They all said that it wouldn't live for more than three days.

Three days, ah, hehe. "

Sang Yuanyuan didn't know whether to ridicule the mount's name or that devilish "hehe."

He continued, "I said that Shorty would definitely live longer than them.

They didn't believe me. "

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but reach out and stroke the Cloud Beast's soft white fur. A trace of gratification appeared in her heart — it had stubbornly survived and ran so fast.

You Wuming's next sentence, however, made her body stiffen again.

He said with a light smile, "Then I buried them all under the beast pen. Of course they wouldn't live past Shorty."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

She felt that for a patient like You Wuming, even the best psychiatrists would be helpless.

Fortunately, he didn't have much time left.

As they traveled westward, the air gradually became dry. The wind from the west was tainted with the smell of smoke.

The horizon gradually turned black. Sang Yuanyuan knew that she was about to see the landmark of this world.

The Black Iron Great Wall.

The end of her field of vision was occupied by a black line. It was like a strange cutting line, cutting the yellow earth and blue sky, like a scar on the world.

But in reality, it was a steel line of defense that protected the eighteen prefectures of Cloud Realm from the invasion of the Nether Demons.

As the Cloud Beast approached, the black horizon quickly rose in front of her eyes.

"The first time you've seen the Inner Great Wall?

What's there to see? "You Wuming said," I'll take you up the wall and see the flesh — — that's a bit more interesting. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

She couldn't help but tilt her head to look at this young patient.

When he didn't speak, his face looked a bit cold, like a beautiful jade with a bit of green in the white.

It was strange. Even though his eyes were extremely black and his lips were bright red, he had an inexplicably light and otherworldly temperament.

Of course, as soon as he made an expression or opened his mouth to speak, the immortal aura would disappear without a trace.

To the east of the Inner Great Wall, there was a large wasteland.

The wasteland stretched for three hundred miles. Three hundred miles to the east, there was a final line of defense. Only further east of the line of defense would there be normal cities and residents.

At this moment, You Wuming was taking her through the wasteland.

The logistics troops transporting supplies were like ants transporting food. They meandered for hundreds of miles, transporting carts after carts of supplies from the east to the front lines.

"Look," he softly whispered into her ear, "Han Shaoling is so useless. Thirty percent of the supplies sent to the front lines have been embezzled by his subordinates."

They were so far away. Did he open his Heaven's Eye?

Sang Yuanyuan cursed in her heart as she looked up.

With one glance, she saw the problem.

Indeed, nearly thirty percent of the supplies in the meandering carts seemed somewhat out of place.

It definitely couldn't be seen at close range, but from afar, they were like two or three acres of leeks hidden in an entire valley. It was very eye-catching.

It should be shoddy goods.

"Are there no corrupt officials in You Zhou?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

You Wuming said with some regret, "I haven't killed any in a while.

When we set out, I gave them many opportunities. Who knew that they would all be so cowardly. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

The three hundred miles of journey was quickly shortened by the four short-lived hooves. Soon, the two people and one beast arrived at a gate tower in the Inner Great Wall.

When they got closer, they felt even more shocked.

The heavy black iron seemed to tilt the entire earth to the west.

The Inner Great Wall was thirty meters tall. Standing at the foot of the wall, the terrifying pressure seemed to be able to block out the sunlight. The air was cold and heavy, and when it entered the lungs, it felt as heavy as iron.

The small door at the foot of the city gate was opened, and You Zhou's King was welcomed inside.

The soldiers at the foot of the wall were busy in an orderly manner, moving a large amount of supplies up the wall along the corridors on both sides of the wall.

You Wuming's people were clearly very curious about this woman who could ride on 'short-lived'. They were all subconsciously stunned and then opened their mouths in a daze. It wasn't until they were pushed by the people behind them that they came back to their senses.

This was somewhat different from what Sang Yuanyuan had imagined.

She had thought that You Wuming's people would tremble in front of him like a mouse in front of a cat. She hadn't expected that he would look very calm.

It seemed that he wasn't even as impressive as Han Shaoling.

Her surprise was completely seen by him. He seemed to be in a better mood as he said, "This King loves the people like my own children. I am deeply respected by the people of You Zhou."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" She was already too tired to complain.

The Cloud Beast climbed the black iron stairs under the door and climbed up the thirty-meter wall.

As soon as it stepped on the wall, it immediately seemed like it was in a different world.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't tell if the ear-piercing screams first entered her ears, or if it was the incomparably strong stench that first attacked her sense of smell, or if it was the dense gunpowder smoke that hurt her eyes.

The atmosphere at the foot of the wall was silent and busy. On the wall, it was in full swing.

Countless people were running.

The Great Wall of Black Iron was extremely wide, enough for a hundred Cloud Beasts to walk side by side.

Huge crossbows were set up on the wall, and cultivators with cold expressions put huge black iron arrows that were as thick as Sang Yuanyuan's calf on the huge crossbows and shot them down the wall.

According to each person's cultivation physique, the bowstrings and arrows would be dyed with the colors of spiritual essence. Red, yellow, black, white, and green arrows of five colors smashed down the wall like a rainstorm.

After a round of iron arrows shot out, a new round of screams would come from below.

You Wuming jumped off the Cloud Beast, grabbed Sang Yuanyuan's arm, and took her to the edge of the wall.

"You've never seen Nether Mo before, right?" He used a cold hand to press the back of her neck, and pushed her body against the wall.

He bowed, and the two of them pressed their heads together, intimately squeezing next to a huge crossbow.

Sang Yuanyuan looked down.

It was too far away, and she couldn't see the scene below clearly. What entered her eyes was a patch of red, and above the red, there were clusters of black arrows.

Under some of the black arrows, there were red things struggling and wriggling. Those must be Nether Mo.

The flames of war spread to the top of the wall, and there were traces of tar left on the black iron wall. There were many burnt lumps piled high at the base of the wall, and some places were still burning.

After a wave of arrow rain, two small teams quickly swept out from under the city gate. One team moved the burnt lumps at the base of the wall onto a cart, and cleaned up a small section of the wall. The other team was responsible for retrieving the nearby arrows.

Their movements were shockingly fast. Before Sang Yuanyuan could see clearly, the two teams gathered and returned to the gate together.

The layers of iron gates closed one after another, and the rumbling sound spread to the top of the wall.

You Wuming let go of her, somewhat disappointed.

He said, "Boring.

So useless. "

Sang Yuanyuan miraculously understood the snake spirit's thoughts — Nether Mo didn't take the opportunity to attack these two teams, so he didn't get to see a good show.

He didn't know whether Sang Yuanyuan's luck was good or bad, but after that wave of arrow rain, there was no movement at the base of the wall.

The soldiers here were all cultivators. They took advantage of the time, sat down against the wall, and began to regulate their breathing.

This moment of leisure in the midst of the flames of war was abnormally precious. Even Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but sigh in relief.

Just now, she had felt like she was stuck in an iron jar, as if all of her awareness was tightly bound to the vicinity of the wall, and only her mind was focused on the square inch in front of her.

At this moment, everything suddenly became clear. She raised her eyes and looked at the outer Great Wall ten li away.

That was the first line of defense against the Nether Mo.

Several days ago, a city gate had been breached, and the Nether Mo had flooded into the buffer zone between the inner and outer Great Walls. This was why Tiandu had placed so much importance on this matter, and had You Wuming assist Han Shaoling in eliminating the demons.

Just as the name Han Shaoling appeared in her mind, she immediately heard the male lead's magnetic voice.

"King Youzhou?"