Chapter 34

You Wuming approached with a smile, like a smiling Yama.

It was the kind of smile that the perverts on TV had before they killed someone.

"In this world, you're the only one who knows my secret …"

Only the dead can keep secrets forever?

Sang Yuanyuan subconsciously wanted to retreat.

She used all of her willpower to suppress the fear in her heart, and took a step forward to welcome You Wuming.

"Yes," she raised her smiling face, "I'm so honored, I know another one of your secrets.

You don't even know A 'Gu? "

"Of course he doesn't know." You Wuming stared at her little face, "Little Sang Guo, you're obviously afraid, why don't you retreat?"

Not only did she not retreat, she directly threw herself into his arms.

At that moment, she had a clear illusion that they were on the same pole of a magnet, and when she threw herself at him, she overcame a strong repulsion.

She tightly hugged his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

"I said I'll stay with you." She said in a trembling voice, "I'm not even afraid of hell, let alone Kang Yanji and Huangfu Jun."

You Wuming was obviously startled, "Little Sang Guo, I'm not talking about anything else when I say I'm afraid.

You — aren't you afraid of me? "

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

She raised her head to look at him, "You were fine, you were fine … It was those bad people who harmed you, you didn't do anything wrong, why should I be afraid of you?"

Tears fell from her eyes.

"Ah …" You Wuming sighed, "Yes, you were still crying in front of the Ming's grave.

Little Sang Guo, you're really a strange guy.

Whether we live or die, what does it have to do with you? "

"My heart hurts."

She sobbed, and said in a low voice, "I was thinking, if only the little gongzi was still here, A 'Gu would definitely protect him for a lifetime of peace and joy.

I didn't expect it to be you. "

She tightly hugged his body, raised her head, and kissed his proud and perfect chin, murmuring, "I'll cultivate well, accompany you, and kill all those enemies."

"Yeah, kill them all." You Wuming chuckled.

Her eyes fell on his face hesitantly, "But how did you hide it from everyone and become the Heir of King Youzhou?"

You Wuming stared at her for a moment and suddenly smiled. "I want you to exchange your body for this secret."

Sang Yuanyuan blushed.

You Wuming laughed out loud. He grabbed her and leaped onto Duanming's back. With a tug of the reins, he brought her back to the caravan outside the canyon.

Two hours later, You Wuming finally arrived at Tiandu.

The treatment of merchants was different from that of royalty. The queue outside the city lasted for an entire day before they finally had the chance to enter the city.

After washing off the dust on their bodies, the group stepped onto the white agate road and entered the trade market.

You Wuming received news that Huangfu Jun is still in the Imperial Palace and will return to the Eastern Province in three days.

There were frequent battles on the Eastern Front, so it was rare for him to take the opportunity to accompany Kang Yanji for a few days.

Of course, he didn't say that to outsiders. The King of the Eastern Province only said that he had important military matters to discuss with the Emperor.

"Little Sang Guo, let's go shopping!"

You Wuming happily grabbed Sang Yuanyuan's arm and dragged her off the carriage. "You definitely didn't bring the hibiscus cream, right?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

He smiled proudly. "I knew it. You don't have any self-awareness!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

She was very tired and confused at the moment.

He dragged her to a shop in the White Province and bought about ten boxes of hibiscus cream. He packed them in a small cloth bag and carried it on his back.

"It's a pity that father-in-law has returned to Sang Province." He shook his head gently. "Otherwise, I could ask him for a marriage contract and get married on the spot."

Sang Yuanyuan: "Actually, girls all yearn for a grand wedding, really."

"No, no, no. I know that Little Sang Guo isn't such a vulgar person." He put his arm around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I'm just that vulgar."

"Pfft." He smiled brightly. "Vulgar people don't have such taste.

They like me. "

She turned her head to the other side.

Actually, she really didn't look forward to a wedding.

She and You Wuming weren't in a normal relationship and getting married. She was holding her head in her hands and playing with a poisonous snake. How could she have the thoughts of a little girl?

She kept talking about getting married, but it was just a delaying tactic.

She just wasn't ready to have a more intimate relationship with him.

She sighed quietly. Her gaze swept past the cloth bag of hibiscus cream on his back, and she felt her legs go weak.

Walking past a street decorated with gold and jade, Sang Yuanyuan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She saw a very familiar figure.

She was wearing a veil hat, and under the veil, she could see half of a gilded mask.

Meng Wuyou?

Why was she here?

Sang Yuanyuan felt as if a lifetime had passed.

The last time she heard news of this woman, it was when Han Shaoling became ruthless and ordered people to destroy her face, only using her as a tool to detoxify the poison.

Could it be that she finally came to her senses and escaped from Han Shaoling's side?

But Han Shaoling was poisoned, how could he let her go?

Sang Yuanyuan turned her gaze and saw that Meng Wuyou was followed by several Han Shaoling's personal guards. The group of people hurriedly chased after a dazed man, constantly talking to him.

After a few steps, the man helplessly followed Meng Wuyou into a classically decorated teahouse.

Sang Yuanyuan stared at the wall of Boston ivy outside the teahouse for a while, then turned to You Wuming and said, "I'm tired. How about we have some tea here?

Do you have any money on you? "

You Wuming laughed and said, "Little Sang Guo, if you like this teahouse, I'll buy it."

She took his arm and entered the teahouse, booked a classically elegant room, and slowly began to brew tea.

The Boston ivy swayed between the carved wooden window frames, and Sang Yuanyuan quickly heard Meng Wuyou's voice.

"Help me, save the State of Korea's King, okay?

Did you know, he's a great hero, and in order to kill a very, very bad person, he was seriously injured?

He's about to die, can you bear to let such a hero die?

If something happens to him, millions of people in the State of Korea will be homeless and destitute! "

Sang Yuanyuan's heart trembled.

Han Shaoling is about to die?

Who would have thought that You Wuming's attack would cause him such serious internal injuries?

Meng Wuyou came to Tiandu to seek medical treatment for Han Shaoling?

Could it be that this down-and-out man is some kind of divine doctor?

Meng Wuyou's anxious voice made Sang Yuanyuan's teeth ache.

She had personally witnessed Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou's affair. Han Shaoling treated Meng Wuyou to the point that there was no end to it. In front of her, he madly expressed his love for another woman, and even branded a mask on her face. It was very torturous.

Even so, Meng Wuyou was still so anxious to seek medical treatment for him?

She was worthy of being the typical main character of a torturous story.

After waiting for a while, she finally heard the unpleasant voice of a male duck.

"What's the use of telling me this!

I'm not a doctor, if you're sick, you should go see a doctor. Alright, alright, you said that as long as I came in and drank a cup of tea, you would give me a gold ingot, give it to me! "

"I know you're from the Underworld Race.

If you want to save him, you can save him. "Meng Wuyou said directly.

There was a moment of silence.

"Ha!

Hahahahaha!

Are you crazy, little girl? Ah, how can you be like this, randomly grabbing a person on the street and calling them one of the Three Evils!

Are you crazy!? "The man's voice was clearly unstable.

"Your wife already told me everything!

Ning Hongcai, you were addicted to gambling and lost the money for your child's medicine. Do you know how worried your wife was?

She originally wanted to sell this information to the Imperial Palace, but fortunately, I stopped her.

If not for that, you would've been taken away by now! "Meng Wuyou said.

"No, impossible!

How could Mother Meng betray me!

I, I gambled to earn more money for my child's treatment!

I didn't want to lose, I didn't want to lose … "The man began to cry.

"Ning Hongcai, you're already in your thirties, but you can't even find a proper job. All you do is idle around and only know how to gamble. Is there any meaning to your life?

Sacrifice yourself to save the State of Korea's King and save your own child. Why don't you do it? "Meng Wuyou anxiously tried to persuade him.

"The State of Korea's King's life is a life, but is my life not a life?

Ah?! "The man with the duck voice cried.

"And your child, your child is going to die if he doesn't have the money to treat his illness!

Your life can be exchanged for the lives of two people, isn't this a great thing ah?!

As long as you agree to save the State of Korea's King, I guarantee that your child will receive the best treatment! "Meng Wuyou spoke with great emotion.

The man began to cry. After a long time, he gradually stopped crying.

"Okay, okay.

Give me the money, I'll send it back, say goodbye to them, and then go with you. "Ning Hongcai compromised.

"Han Shier, take the money and go with him!" Meng Wuyou's voice was as cheerful as a little bird.

Ning Hongcai left the teahouse.

Sang Yuanyuan frowned. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what kind of race the Underworld Clan was.

The Three Evils had been wiped out for more than a thousand years. There weren't many left in the world.

In the book, the Three Evils with names were Meng Wuyou, the Lover Clan, and a witch woman who bewitched Han Shaoling a few years later.

The Underworld Clan didn't deserve to have names.

"You Wuming," she asked, "Do you know …"

When she looked up, she saw that the man's eyes were already burning with two dark flames. He stared at her with great displeasure.

"Little Sang Guo, what are you thinking about?"

"Do you know about the Underworld Clan?"

You Wuming was clearly startled. "You're thinking about that?"

Sang Yuanyuan nodded.

"I know, how could I not know?"

He squinted and smiled, saying lightly, "The other two clans were destroyed because they were too evil. The Underworld Clan, because they were too good, they're all dead now."

Too good?

Sang Yuanyuan thought of the conversation between Meng Wuyou and Ning Hongcai just now, and understood.

This was a strange race that could exchange their own lives for the lives of others.

Not to mention in this half-slave world where the strong were respected, even in a democratic and peaceful era, this kind of race with superpowers couldn't escape the fate of exchanging their lives for the lives of the powerful.

"Little Sang Guo," You Wuming leaned closer. "Did you know that when the Underworld Clan gives their lives to others, their cultivation will also be given to that person?"

"Ah!" Sang Yuanyuan sucked in a breath of cold air. "Isn't that even more coveted?"

"That's right," You Wuming said coldly. "That's why they're dead.

And they're even labeled as an evil race. "

She suddenly felt sad. "Treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime."

You Wuming chuckled. "Little Sang Guo, are you worried about the ancients again?"

"It's not the ancients, there's one next door."

She told him what she had just heard — Meng Wuyou and Han Shaoling's personal guards were in this teahouse, and they had just persuaded a remnant of the Underworld Clan to follow her to save the seriously injured and dying Han Shaoling.

"Oh?" You Wuming happily raised his eyebrows. "Han Shaoling is dying?

Heh, I only used 70% of my strength. If I had known earlier that he was so weak, I would have used 80% of my strength. Wouldn't I have been able to kill him on the spot?! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Brag, brag with all your strength.

It's best to brag while vomiting blood.

"Since I wasn't able to send him down last time," You Wuming lowered his head and laughed sinisterly. "This time, I'll have to use a bit more strength."

Looking at You Wuming full of confidence, Sang Yuanyuan's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration.

She felt that some clues were slowly connecting together.

Her gaze gradually congealed.

Empress Kang Yanji once gave birth to a child, who was once a person without any cultivation base.

She colluded with Huangfu Jun and plotted against Mr. Ming in that canyon, capturing both father and son.

Later on, Mr. Ming died, and Kang Yanji stepped onto the Heavenly Path, becoming the most supreme woman in Cloud Realm's eighteen prefectures.

Therefore, Kang Yanji's peerless cultivation base … was taken from Mr. Ming!

Mr. Ming, Ming, Ming.

He's from the Underworld Clan!

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly shivered.

In her mind, she suddenly recalled the day she first met You Wuming, and the words he said to her meaningfully —

"Princess Sang.

Here, the rules are like this.

A life for a life.

It's very simple and fair, right?

Do you like it? "

A life for a life.

No wonder his tone was so strange.

He's that young master, he's the flesh and blood of Mr. Ming and Kang Yanji.

He's also from the Underworld Race!

You Wuming noticed the change in Sang Yuanyuan's expression.

He leaned over and placed a large, ice-cold hand on her cheek.

"Little Sang Guo, did you discover another secret of mine?"

His tall body leaned over the tea table, and his face was right in front of hers. Their breaths touched, and his voice was low and enchanting.

"Do you want my cultivation base?

Charm me, make me willing to die for you. My life, my everything, is yours.

Little Sang Guo, do you want it?

Hmm? "

Sang Yuanyuan looked up, and her eyes met his.

His pitch-black pupils were like the deep sea, extremely dangerous, and there seemed to be dark stars twinkling and spinning at the bottom of his eyes.

This was the power of the witch race's bloodline!

Last time, when she was next to the sacrificial pit, she was attacked by the blood energy, and her mind was unstable, which was why she fell for it.

Later, when she saw Shuang 'er use this bewitching technique on him with her own eyes, she subconsciously built a defense — just like how antibodies would form after being invaded by a virus.

She was on guard, and her mind was calm, so she wasn't bewitched.

She stared at him blankly.

He was both a member of the Underworld and a member of the witch race …

Under the cruel and crazy outer shell, there was actually such a secret.

He was Tang Sanzang, the monk who walked among demons and ghosts, carefully hiding his kasaya.

In that instant, Sang Yuan briefly caught a glimpse of the fragility in the depths of his eyes.

It seemed to be the most brutal test, but in fact, he was also staking everything on this one throw.

If even she was a female demon who coveted him, then he would certainly be like the book, abandon his humanity, and step into the abyss without hesitation, never to look back.

She suddenly felt pity in her heart.

She slowly raised her face, and gently kissed his weak and lonely lips.

For the first time, she took the initiative to knock open his sharp teeth.

He stiffly avoided her.

She forced him step by step.

He held his breath, and opened his eyes wide. The dark stars in his eyes disappeared, and his body trembled slightly.

She … What was she doing!

He subconsciously moved back, but unknowingly, the back of his neck was held by her.

The fresh and soft fragrance of flowers and fruits filled his mouth. That little bit of lilac, cool and strange, seemed to tickle the bottom of his heart, giving him a feeling he had never experienced before.

At this moment, he felt like he was poisoned, and he couldn't use any strength in his body.

The wonderful time passed in the blink of an eye.

The woman with misty eyes moved back a little. Her cheeks were red, and she was panting slightly. She pressed her forehead against his chin.

His body was still stiff, and he didn't move.

"After so many times, I still couldn't teach you?" She raised her face, pouted her rosy lips, and scolded him.

You Wuming suddenly took a deep breath, and gasped for breath.

Only then did he realize that he had been holding his breath for a long time, and his lungs were about to explode.

After a while, he stared at her hatefully, and said, "Little Sang Guo, you're finished.

Do you think I'll let you go? "

She smiled shyly, "You Wuming, do you only want me?

Or Sang Zhou behind me? "

He glared at her without thinking, "What are you thinking, Little Sang Guo? I'm not Han Shaoling, of course I want you!

What Sang Zhou do I want! "

She curved her eyes, "That's why I only want you.

You Wuming, do you think you're more powerful than the entire Sang Zhou by yourself?

You don't want Sang Zhou, you want me!

Aren't I the same? Why would I want your cultivation? Of course I want you! "

You Wuming stared at her in a daze. His black eyes rolled one round and then another.

It was as if he couldn't refute her words.

Although he didn't think he was more powerful than the entire Sang Zhou, the logic was the same, and there wasn't a big problem.

If she talked about feelings with him, he might still be suspicious, but she talked reason like this, and it scattered all the doubts in his heart.

He suddenly stood up straight, giving her a fright.

"Little Sang Guo, I'll kill the person you hate for you right now!" He smiled happily.

Sang Yuanyuan was startled, "Huh?"

"Meng Wuyou," he narrowed his eyes slyly, "the first time we met, I could tell that you hated that fake."

As he spoke, he lightly walked over the tea table and strode outside.

Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly called out to him, "She has Han Shaoling's personal guards by her side!"

You Wuming coolly turned his face to the side and pointed at the wooden chair behind her, indicating for her to sit back down.

He said, "That's why you stay here. Don't drag me down.

I'll return immediately. "

Sang Yuanyuan bit her lower lip and sat back down.

She didn't sympathize with Meng Wuyou at all.

This woman's saintly arrogance had already caused the deaths of countless people. If she wanted to trade a life for a life, even if she had dozens of heads, it wouldn't be enough to save her life.

Besides, Han Shaoling and You Wuming were already mortal enemies.

Meng Wuyou's good fortune would definitely turn into sharp arrows that would be shot at You Wuming one day.

If she could kill Meng Wuyou here, that would be for the best!

Once she died, even if Han Shaoling could survive this serious injury, he would still die from the Love Poison.

Killing Meng Wuyou wouldn't bring any benefits.

Sang Yuanyuan was just a little worried that You Wuming would die.

After all, he was injured.

Just as she was thinking to herself, she saw the vines move and Meng Wuyou's voice sounded out again —

"Han Fifth, Han Eighth, you two go guard outside the tea house. I want to be alone for a while.

It's very safe here. Nothing will happen. "

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.

At this time, Meng Wuyou actually sent the guards away?

Could it be that the heavens were helping the Great Demon King?

Sang Yuanyuan exhaled softly, her hands unconsciously clenched together.

She felt a little nervous.

After a moment, Meng Wuyou's clear voice sounded —

"Thank you, Godfather!"

"No need," a slightly feminine male voice said, "Long delays may lead to trouble. Quickly return to the State of Korea.

Actually, you didn't have to be soft-hearted and say all that nonsense to Ning Hongcai.

Wouldn't it be over if you just captured him? "

"How can that be? After all, it's a life. It's better to make him willing."

Meng Wuyou's voice was full of joy. "You 'er didn't have parents since young and was fortunate enough to meet Godfather. I'm already grateful for God's kindness.

I really didn't expect that Godfather could help me find the Netherworld Clan this time. I don't know how to repay this kindness.

Godfather!

You 'er is really too lucky! "

Sang Yuanyuan slowly sucked in a breath of cold air.

Godfather?

In the novel, Meng Wuyou did indeed have a godfather!

Just like all the Mary Sue heroines who lost their parents, Meng Wuyou inexplicably met a powerful elder who treated her as his own daughter and unconditionally protected her and helped her. In the middle and later stages of the plot, this' ordinary 'elder revealed his identity.

It turned out that this godfather actually had a very powerful identity.

He was the King of the Eastern State, Huangfu Jun.

Huangfu Jun!

Meng Wuyou sent the guards away in order to see Huangfu Jun!

Sang Yuanyuan's heart beat like a drum as she hurriedly rushed to the door.

The slightly feminine male voice said with some displeasure, "You 'er, I still advise you to think carefully. I told you that Ning Hongcai is from the Netherworld Clan because I hoped that you would use him to heal the wound on your face, and not for that brat Han Shaoling!

Heh, he treated you like this, and you're still determined? "

Meng Wuyou said, "He hates me for lying to him, so he treated me like this.

He didn't do it on purpose, he just misunderstood me.

Actually, I didn't mean to hide it, I really didn't know that I was from the Qing Clan … But it doesn't matter, the misunderstanding will eventually be resolved. I saved him, so he will definitely treat me well in the future!

Godfather, you don't trust my judgment! "

Sang Yuanyuan broke out in cold sweat.

Meng Wuyou and Huangfu Jun are together!

I must stop You Wuming!

Immediately, right now!

He had not recovered from his serious injuries, there was no way he could defeat Huangfu Jun.

She felt her ears ringing, and the ground under her feet seemed to have become soft cotton, one foot deep, the other shallow.

She heard the sound of blood rushing wildly in her body.

She seemed to have seen the ending of You Wuming in the novel.

After knowing the past, how could she bear to see the child of revenge die in the hands of Huangfu Jun?

Sang Yuanyuan rushed out of the room.

This was the second floor, and the antique wooden corridor circled around. She rushed to the corridor, and her eyes quickly swept across the whole place, fixing on a carved wooden door that was wide open.

There was a screen blocking the door, and Sang Yuanyuan saw a corner of clothes, just happened to go around the screen, and stepped into the room.

It was You Wuming!

Sang Yuanyuan's whole body trembled, and she used all her strength to rush over, almost leaving behind an afterimage.

There were also vines on the corridor.

She heard Meng Wuyou's surprised voice — —

"Who are you?

Why did you come in? "