Chapter 28

"Does Lord not want to do it today?"

Hearing his own voice, Sang Yuanyuan quivered and woke up in fright.

How could she say such shameful words in her sleep?!

When she came back to her senses, she found that her mouth was perfectly shut.

Moreover, she had never called him 'Lord'.

"Hm?" You Wuming lazily responded, "Do you want to?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" No, I don't want to.

She struggled to open her eyes, feeling as if there was a mountain pressing down on her eyelids. After struggling for a long time, she could barely open her eyes.

She could vaguely see a petite woman wearing a white dress standing pitifully by the bed. She was slightly bowing, staring at You Wuming.

In her eyes, there were a few strange starlights.

It was Shuang'er, who had quietly picked up the candles, prepared the warm tea, and prepared a set of inner clothes for Sang Yuanyuan.

"Does Lord not want to try what you saw in the slave camp today … I am willing to do anything for Lord.

Does Lord not want to try the taste? "Shuang'er gently licked her flower-like lips.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Why did you use my voice to say such things?

The level of shame was off the charts.

Moreover, this scale was too big. She could not accept it.

She seemed to be extremely sleepy. Her entire body was like mud, unable to move.

She was like a spectator, watching the woman he rescued during the day imitate her own voice to seduce You Wuming.

So … she had fallen for it long ago!

What supernatural event, what bullshit fate.

No wonder she was muddle-headed the entire day, as if she had lost her soul.

What kind of strange bewitching technique was this?!

Sang Yuanyuan's mind became more and more awake, but her body still failed to live up to her expectations.

Her fingers touched You Wuming's loose robe, but she did not even have the strength to tug on his clothes.

She could only watch as he leaned to the side, slightly raised his face, and lazily said, "Do it yourself."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Please don't go too far!

The woman cautiously took a step closer. The starlight in her eyes spun even faster, as if she was deepening her control.

"Mm …" She slowly raised her hands to undo her belt.

Her perfect body was about to appear before You Wuming's eyes.

At this moment, her expression changed slightly, and she suddenly exclaimed in a small voice.

The seductive look on her face became even more intense. That moan of hers had a hint of wanting to reject yet welcoming, as if You Wuming had done something to her.

Sang Yuanyuan's eyelids twitched in confusion.

She was very sure that You Wuming both your hands were very good and did not touch this woman.

His right hand rested on the side of his forehead while his left hand rested on his knee. His posture was slightly unrestrained.

"Ah!" The woman screamed again.

This time, his voice was even more straightforward.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Although You Wuming is really beautiful, and your half-exposed chest is also very charming, it's not to the extent that you would get this high just by looking at it, right?

The short exclamations became more frequent.

Sang Yuanyuan's face turned red as she listened. She was incomparably embarrassed.

This kind of acting, she was a bit inferior.

To be able to scream like this while standing perfectly fine … he's really a talent!

After letting Shuang 'er scream for a while, You Wuming slowly said, "Shuang' er, what are you doing?

Mm? "

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. It turned out that he was not bewitched. He knew that this woman was Shuang 'er.

She found that this tone was a bit familiar.

Today, he used this kind of hypnotic tone to ask her about Han Shaoling.

Sang Yuanyuan's mind became even more clear.

Shuang 'er replied blankly, "I'm seducing His Majesty."

"Oh?" You Wuming asked faintly, "From the beginning, did you have this intention?"

Shuang 'er shook her head, "At first, I just wanted Madam to save me. Being her servant is better than being tortured in the slave camp."

"When did you start to have bad intentions?" You Wuming absent-mindedly flicked his knee.

"Everyone says that His Majesty is a madman who doesn't get close to women, but I see that His Majesty dotes on Madam very much. Presumably, the rumors are not true. His Majesty actually likes women."

You Wuming chuckled, "Continue."

"As long as His Majesty mistakes me for Madam and wants me, I can reach the sky in one step and become a person above others.

After that, I can only say that I'm innocent and was forced by His Majesty. A kind-hearted woman like Madam will definitely not make things difficult for me.

In the future, I will definitely be more loved by His Majesty. Because in bed, I'm much more powerful than Madam. I can do anything. "

"If Madam doesn't like me, I will use the Art of Bewitchment to make her 'sick'."

She honestly said what was in her heart.

"Then did you succeed?" You Wuming's voice was gloomy.

"Yes, I succeeded. Just now …"

You Wuming chuckled and interrupted her, "Look carefully. The person who made you want to die but not live, is it me, You Wuming, or is it that dead ghost in the latrine pit?"

Shuang 'er's eyes moved extremely slowly. A moment later, she let out an extremely ear-piercing scream.

You Wuming's voice was like being dipped in poison, "Since you can't bear to part with him, then go and accompany him."

A wisp of clarity appeared in Shuang 'er's misty eyes. She began to struggle, as if she was drowning.

"Blood … meridians … suppression, how, how is this possible …"

She spat out a few words intermittently.

You Wuming lightly tapped his knee, "Go."

The wisp of clarity in Shuang 'er's eyes seemed to be pulled into an abyss.

Her gaze became completely stiff. Very, very slowly, she nodded her head and said blankly, "Okay …"

She withdrew from the main hall and gently closed the door.

You Wuming slowly turned around. Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly closed her eyes.

"Poor Little Sang Guo," he reached out a hand and gently stroked her hair, "If it was another man, he would have been deceived by this witch woman.

If the man you like touched another woman, you would definitely cry, wouldn't you? "

"Fortunately, you met me." He laughed lightly, "Little Sang Guo, you're really lucky!"

Sang Yuanyuan, "…"

She caught the keyword.

Witch tribe.

One of the Three Evils.

The witch tribe's bloodline was born with the ability to confuse people.

When a person's heart was at its weakest, it was very easy to be manipulated and influenced by them.

Today, Sang Yuanyuan was attacked by the blood energy of the shaman. Her mind was in chaos, and she was taken advantage of by this witch.

Her innate ability to empathize was extremely strong. In the witch's eyes, she was simply a big target swaggering through the city.

Unfortunately, a man's heart was not content.

This witch escaped from the slave camp, and wanted to climb into You Wuming's bed.

She was too arrogant. Using this kind of trick on him, wasn't she seeking death?

But … what did bloodline suppression mean?

You Wuming, how could the witch tribe's blood flow in your body?

You Wuming was already in front of her.

She felt the cold fragrance of the flowers on her face.

This man, only on the battlefield, and when he wanted to do something to her, would his body temperature be shockingly high.

Usually, it was cold, like a snake.

It seemed that he was not in the mood today.

Sang Yuanyuan, who was like a dead fish, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head. One of his large hands wrapped around her back, patting her back intermittently, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

His arrow wound had already healed, leaving only a shocking scar.

The palm print on his chest had also disappeared. His self-healing ability was truly amazing.

Sang Yuanyuan buried her head in his chest, almost unable to smell the scent of blood.

She thought to herself that this man, unless she killed him in one blow, all the injuries would only make him stronger.

After a while, the center of her forehead suddenly became clear.

She felt something in her heart. Shuang 'er was dead.

She tried to move her body. Sure enough, the nightmare had already disappeared, and there was no longer any restraint.

She quickly sank into dreamland. That night, there was only the fragrance of flowers in her dream, and no images.

When she opened her eyes in the morning, she saw that You Wuming had already put on his armor. He was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

She smiled at him. "Today, I like you a little more than yesterday."

This was because he didn't want her to cry.

You Wuming quickly turned his head back, and said with a slight nasal sound, "It's fine as long as it's the same.

You're making your own decisions.

Who wants more from you? "

Sang Yuanyuan secretly pursed her lips and smiled. She sat up, and tilted her body to look into his eyes. She saw a small, proud joy.

Her heart suddenly warmed. She leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Oh, there's something." You Wuming said, "Change your clothes, and I'll tell you."

This time, he didn't prepare clothes for her as a follower, but a set of armor that was easy to move about. It was sturdy, but not heavy.

The exquisite black armor paired with the bright red cloak made Sang Yuanyuan feel like she had suddenly become a valiant and formidable female general.

While she was changing, You Wuming casually said to her, "Yesterday, that female slave you picked up couldn't think straight in the middle of the night and tried to commit suicide by jumping into the latrine. Tsk."

"Ah …" Sang Yuanyuan sighed. "Fortunately, I haven't developed any feelings for her yet."

You Wuming was slightly surprised. "I thought Little Sang Guo would be sad."

"I can't even save someone who wants to live. Why should I care about someone who's trying to commit suicide?" She adjusted her cloak and walked out from behind the screen.

You Wuming's eyes lit up, and a graceful female general was reflected in his dark pupils.

He pulled her to the side of the long table.

"Look, I found a good weapon for you." He proudly pointed at it for her to see.

Sang Yuanyuan lowered her head to take a look. She was instantly conquered by the beauty of the sword.

It was like a dream. The silver and transparent body of the sword was filled with countless soft green spiritual patterns. It was like a diamond inlaid with high-quality jade. It was so beautiful that it made people dizzy.

"Is this an ornamental item?" She couldn't imagine what it would be like to use such a beautiful artifact to cut down Ming Mo.

You Wuming smiled. He pulled out his sword and swung it down.

Sang Yuanyuan was so distressed that tears came out of her eyes.

What kind of unparalleled tyrant was this?

Just because he said he didn't like it, he wanted to destroy a priceless gift?!

More importantly, she didn't say she didn't like it!

The long black wooden table shattered into pieces with a loud sound.

That beautiful crystal jade sword fell into the wood shavings on the ground, but it wasn't damaged at all!

You Wuming put away his black sword. He lazily crossed his arms in front of him and raised his chin.

Sang Yuanyuan pounced forward and snatched the precious crystal jade sword.

"It's mine!"

You Wuming smiled happily and said, "You're not going to pretend to refuse a few words, Little Sang Guo!"

She raised her eyebrows and said, "You're already mine. Why are you being so pretentious about these worldly possessions?"

You Wuming snorted in disdain and walked out in large strides.

"When did it become hers?" He muttered to Shang Ming.

Shang Ming raised its head and shook it. It looked like it couldn't stay still.

It liked going to the battlefield.

You Wuming only ordered thirty thousand elite soldiers to personally lead the army to Jade Gate Pass to meet with Han Shaoling.

Before leaving, he saw A 'Gu hurriedly rush over from the prison. He cupped his hands and said, "My lord!

Fortunately, I didn't disappoint you!

This subordinate finally dug out a name from that traitor's strategist before he died! "

You Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Huangfu Jun."

The corner of A 'Gu's mouth twitched. "How did my lord know …"

You Wuming slanted his eyes and looked even more surprised than A 'Gu. "I guessed randomly.

It can't really be him, right? "

A 'Gu said, "… My lord is wise."

Sang Yuanyuan's heart jumped.

How could the person who framed You Wuming be Huangfu Jun!

In the book, it was this man who beheaded You Wuming.