Chapter 12

The person behind her … was Han Shaoling!

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.

Disguise techniques were not rare. The Meng Wuyou had disguised herself to travel with the army.

Would Han Shaoling recognize her?!

She took two light breaths and quickly adjusted her state of mind.

The time to test her acting skills had arrived.

You Wuming casually turned around.

Sang Yuanyuan followed closely behind. She lowered her eyes and turned around, standing behind You Wuming in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.

Han Shaoling frowned. "The deadline is up. Does King You Zhou still remember the military order?

It has already been twenty-four hours since noon yesterday. "

You Wuming lazily took out a jade slip and placed it crookedly on his lips.

"The city wall hasn't been taken down yet?"

A slightly perverted laugh came from the other side of the jade slip. "Reporting to my lord!

It was taken down half an hour ago. I'm currently leading the little trash to clean up the top of the wall! "

Waves of horrifying wails seeped out from the jade slip, lingering in the ears like background music.

You Wuming crushed the jade slip and rubbed his forehead impatiently. He looked at Han Shaoling with an expression that said, "Are you satisfied?"

Han Shaoling frowned and pointed at the Outer Great Wall in the distance. He saw a gap that looked like the gate of a reservoir. A large red tide was squirming in.

"There are clearly still Underworld Demons passing through the city gate!

King You Zhou, your subordinate lied about the military intelligence. How should he be punished?! "Han Shaoling suppressed his anger.

You Wuming crossed his arms in amusement. "Didn't I say it clearly yesterday? Take back the city wall.

Take back the city wall.

Did I say I wanted to close the city gate? "

Han Shaoling widened his eyes in disbelief.

Didn't they send elites to attack the Outer Great Wall to close the broken city gate?

As long as the city gates were closed, the attacks of the Nether Demons would be greatly reduced. If they ordered the army to attack and reclaim the buffer zone between the inner and outer walls, they would be able to reduce the casualties and seal the Nether Demons outside the outer walls.

Before this, Han Shaoling had already sent out elites to try to close the city gate several times. Every time, they failed completely, and many of their experts were killed for nothing.

Yesterday, You Wuming suddenly took the initiative to send out the most elite and mysterious Shadow Guards. Han Shaoling was quite surprised. He temporarily put aside the matter of Sang Province and focused on the battle outside the Great Wall. He even secretly laughed at You Wuming's stupidity. No matter how much credit he gained, what was the use?

Who would have thought that this lunatic was here to play with them?

Han Shaoling's eyes reddened. He was furious.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. You Wuming was probably doing this to keep Han Shaoling's attention on the Outer Great Wall so that it would be convenient for him to leave the battlefront and go to Ju Lin Pass to snatch people.

"King of the State of Han." You Wuming's irritating voice once again floated into Han Shaoling's ears. "Did you really lose my Princess Sang?"

The veins on Han Shaoling's forehead bulged. He suppressed his anger and said coldly, "King You Zhou, please give the order immediately to close the outer city gate!"

"Give me someone in exchange," You Wuming said lightly.

Han Shaoling took a deep breath. "The Emperor has ordered …"

You Wuming had a toothache. "Tsk, Han Shaoling, don't use a woman to suppress me.

Oh, it's not impossible. I want Sang … "

Han Shaoling finally could not take it anymore. He slammed his palm on the city wall beside him.

"Buzz —"

The unique roar of metal echoed throughout the entire Inner Great Wall.

Han Shaoling panted slightly and stared at You Wuming for a while. He sneered and nodded. "Okay.

From now on, I won't trouble you, King You Zhou. I don't care about the little Mingmo.

After this, I will definitely report to the Emperor truthfully. "

You Wuming smiled faintly and did not say anything. He looked like an old fox and a piece of hob meat.

Han Shaoling was about to leave when he suddenly saw a personal guard hurriedly report —

"My Lord, I was negligent and allowed Miss Meng to sneak into the team leaving the city. The city gate has already been closed!"

The personal guard's face was covered in sweat. He looked like a wet statue that had been kneaded halfway.

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuanyuan was immediately amused.

If the female lead did not cause trouble, could she still be called the female lead?

At this moment, Han Shaoling was already a powder keg that could explode at the slightest spark. When he heard that Meng Wuyou had caused trouble again, the anger in his eyes almost overflowed. He growled, "What's going on!"

The personal guard was also very helpless. "Miss Meng is really … too lively. She couldn't see my Lord, so she went around … around to 'help'."

He knew that she was helping on the surface, but in fact, she was causing trouble.

The personal guard was worried. "Just now, she accidentally dismantled a grain cart. The person transporting the grain was afraid of being blamed, so he asked me to testify for him. As a result, Miss Meng disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Han Shaoling pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"I couldn't find her anywhere. Suddenly, someone came and said that I ordered a woman to take his place and go out of the city to do something. He asked me to come and report to me.

I chased him to the city gate and found out that Miss Meng had already mixed in with the troops leaving the city … "The personal guard's voice was bitter.

He, a dignified expert at the fifth layer of the Spiritual Realm, really wanted to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy. He didn't want to follow behind a crazy little girl and clean up her messes.

Han Shaoling suddenly clung to the edge of the city wall and looked down from between the battlements. His breathing was so heavy that it sounded like a cow's panting.

At this moment, he didn't have any deep feelings for Meng Wuyou. The worry in his eyes was mostly for his own life.

Under the city gate, the two lines of troops had already dispersed.

One team retrieved the black iron arrows, while the other team cleaned up the piles of Underworld Demons' corpses at the bottom of the city wall. The black iron wall was impossible to climb. The Underworld Demons used their bodies to attack the city. If the corpses at the bottom of the wall were not cleaned up in time, they would become ladders for the next wave of attackers.

Sang Yuanyuan looked up and saw a red tide rolling over like a wave in the distance.

It wasn't urgent.

The troops leaving the city were well-trained. They could easily complete the task and return to the city before the Underworld Demons arrived.

The war drums sounded, and the guards on the city wall began to move. They loaded the black iron arrows into their crossbows and focused on the first wave.

The troops collecting the arrows had already retreated to the city gate, but the troops transporting the Underworld Demons' corpses stopped halfway.

Looking from afar, one of them was bent over and seemed to be vomiting.

Clearly, the stubborn little girl couldn't stand the stimulation of the blood.

"Buzz — Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh —"

The black arrows were like locusts. They shot out from the three hundred feet high city wall and drew a cold arc of death, reaching the first line of defense!

The arrows fell into the red tide, and a burst of ear-piercing screams immediately soared into the sky.

The situation caused the corpse transporting troops to be slightly disrupted.

At this moment, they were a thousand feet away from the city gate. If they didn't retreat, they would be involved in the danger!

Sang Yuanyuan was very puzzled. Those who left the city were all cultivators. If they carried or carried Meng Wuyou, wouldn't they be able to bring her back?

Did they have to let her delay the entire troop and wait for the Underworld Demons to arrive?

What kind of magical halo was this?

"Release the descending rope." Han Shaoling gritted his teeth. "She won't let anyone touch her."

You Wuming: "…"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

The large black iron chain coiled beneath the battlements swung downwards in circles. Han Shaoling grabbed the chain with one hand and leapt downwards like a red-backed black eagle, elegantly and nimbly flying downwards.

You Wuming waved his hand.

Short Life came to his side obediently.

You Wuming slowly took out the big black sword from its abdomen. He held the hilt with one hand and gently stroked the scabbard with the other.

Han Shaoling's men were instantly on guard. They formed a semicircle and firmly protected the descending rope.

They were afraid that You Wuming would slash it down.

You Wuming put the sword back on his back.

He casually grabbed Sang Yuanyuan's shoulder and pressed her back against the battlements. He whispered in her ear, "He went to save someone else. Are you sad?"

This was a fatal question.

Sang Yuanyuan glanced at him and replied softly, "You're not the one who saved the damsel in distress. What's there to be sad about?"

You Wuming shook her head and turned her head to the other side. He muttered, "What a deadly honey trap.

You'll kill me sooner or later. "

The big hand on her shoulder quickly slid down and grabbed her belt.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that he was going to throw her down.

She hurriedly grabbed his belt with a backhand.

She looked back and glared at him. She saw that his eyes were curved and he was smiling very brightly.

His slightly sharp white teeth were faintly discernible under his delicate red lips.

He said, "Hmm, Xiao Guo 'er wants to die with me. I think she really likes me."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

The two of them grabbed each other's belts and faced each other.

When Han Shaoling slid to the bottom of the city wall, You Wuming finally let go.

Sang Yuanyuan was enlightened. She asked in surprise, "You're not going to use me to hit him?"

You Wuming's eyes clearly showed weakness.

Sang Yuanyuan was so angry that she laughed. She suppressed her voice and shouted at him, "I'm the Princess of Sang Province!

With this kind of identity, I can do anything!

You're just using me as a punching bag! "

She was so angry that she forgot that he was the world's most famous lunatic and fanatic.

She actually shouted at him.

She really ate a bear's heart and leopard's guts.

There was no other way. Even a punching bag had to have some fire.

You Wuming pretended to look into the distance.

Sang Yuanyuan took two deep breaths. She pretended to be calm and looked down.

At the bottom of the city wall, Han Shaoling had successfully caught Meng Wuyou. He held her in his arms and grabbed the rope with one hand.

The guards on the city wall twisted the rope and quickly dragged the two of them up.

At this moment, a group of Nether Demons had already passed through the rain of arrows and reached the bottom of the city wall.

The Nether Demon in the lead jumped up high and bit into thin air.

Meng Wuyou's screams echoed below the city wall.

Because of her, the carriages carrying the corpses did not have time to rush back to the city.

Now that the Nether Demons had arrived, the city gates had to be closed. They were locked out of the city.

There was no chance of survival.

The culprit was trembling. She curled up in the man's arms and safely returned to the top of the city wall.

She glanced down with trepidation.

"Ah!

They, they're surrounded! "Meng Wuyou's crying voice trembled. It was incomparably sharp." Hurry, hurry and save them!

How can you lock them out of the city!

Hurry and open the door to save them!

Han Shaoling, hurry and save them! "

More than ten melodramatic dramas flashed through Sang Yuanyuan's mind.

These female leads were all produced from the same assembly line, right?!

Han Shaoling threw Meng Wuyou away and supported himself with both hands. His heart was filled with anger. Although this was a small matter, it would obviously damage his reputation.

Sang Yuanyuan only felt a gust of wind blow past her.

You Wuming was like a ghost. She swept across the distance of thirty feet. While Han Shaoling was unprepared, she grabbed Meng Wuyou's belt and casually lifted it.

Meng Wuyou's big head fell down.

"Go, save them."

You Wuming smiled like an angel.