Chapter 40

You Wuming stepped forward with his blade in hand.

Sang Bujin took the opportunity to pull his little sister into his embrace.

In the snowstorm, the fiery phoenix-like beauty hugged the shivering little white bear like a pair of sisters blooming in a snowy valley.

"Do you dare to look?" Sang Bujin asked.

"Of course!"

She was a female warrior who had fought against the underworld demons. She wasn't some little white flower in a greenhouse.

She took a few steps forward and realized that something was wrong.

Huangfu Jun had been stabbed several times in the teahouse, and his internal organs had clearly been injured. Such a heavily injured person would definitely die if he fell from this cliff. How could he struggle to get up?

There was definitely something fishy about this!

"Be careful! It's a trap!" She shouted at You Wuming's back.

Her fever hadn't subsided, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

You Wuming's footsteps paused, and he nodded slightly. Then, spiritual energy erupted from the tip of his blade, and his figure flashed through the snow, stirring up a three-meter-tall cloud of snow.

Sang Bujin snorted in disdain. "What are you showing off for?"

Now, he found You Wuming even more displeasing to the eye.

This guy clearly wanted to show off in front of his little sister.

Sang Bujin wasn't willing to be outdone. With a tap of his foot, a five-meter-tall cloud of snow rose behind him. Like a fiery phoenix, he flew toward the broken palanquin not far away.

"You Wuming must have been careless and underestimated the enemy. Little sister, I'll go help him!"

Sang Yuanyuan was speechless.

She swung her two plump, furry arms and struggled to jump toward the battlefield.

You Wuming's Spiritual Light Blade heavily slashed at the palanquin.

The purple-robed man's hair was disheveled, and he rolled to the side in an extremely sorry state, avoiding the blade.

A trail of blood was left behind in the snow.

… It was already a miracle that he was still alive after falling from a height of three hundred meters. No matter how strong his body was, he would definitely be heavily injured.

How could a person who was already seriously injured still be able to move?

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

How could he recover to this extent in just a few days?

Either Huangfu Jun had already used the Underworld Clan to prolong his life, or …

The purple-robed man staggered towards the jade slip that had fallen far away.

"Don't let him report!" Sang Yuanyuan shouted.

Sang Bujin flew over. He raised his foot and kicked the jade slip several dozen meters away.

You Wuming's silhouette leapt high in the snow like a white God of Death descending to earth. He landed beside the purple-robed man and raised his saber, chopping down once again.

This time, the purple-robed man was unable to dodge. He could only raise his arms and unleash a burst of earth-yellow spiritual energy to block the attack.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his messy hair was swept to the back of his head by the saber wind, revealing a young face.

Not Huangfu Jun!

Sang Yuanyuan sighed softly. He was disappointed, but at the same time, felt that it was reasonable.

She looked anxiously at You Wuming.

You Wuming was smiling, and it was a sincere smile. He curled his lips and said word by word, "Superintendent."

'Superintendent?'

Sang Yuanyuan raised an eyebrow.

'Weren't those people who used the fake Emperor's token to kill Sang Province's King and his son under the Superintendent's orders?'

'This imposter of Huangfu Jun is actually the Superintendent?!'

'He must be an important figure.'

'It seems that the' Huangfu Jun returning to Eastern Province 'incident was a trap from the beginning. The goal was to lure You Wuming into taking the risk to kill' Huangfu Jun '.'

By the time You Wuming reached the sedan with all his strength, he would be greeted by the imposter who was at his peak and waiting for him.

When that time came, You Wuming would definitely suffer a great loss.

Unfortunately, they never expected that someone would come up with such a scheme. They had quietly deceived everyone and swapped the imposter right under the noses of so many experts, and even caused him to fall to the ground.

"You Wuming."

The young man in purple spat out blood and slowly crawled backward. He said, "This time, I admit defeat, but you can't kill me!"

"Oh?"

You Wuming curled his lips. He held his saber with one hand and approached casually. "Tell me, why can't I kill you, Huangfu Du?"

'Huangfu Du?'

Upon hearing this name, Sang Yuanyuan immediately thought of this person.

The Huangfu family had single-handedly defended the entire eastern front, including the three states of Jin, Tu, and Huangfu.

Among them, the person in charge of the Great Wall in Jin Province was Huangfu Jun's adopted son, Huangfu Du.

This adopted son was adopted from a distant family. He had been brought up by Huangfu Jun since he was young and had been nurtured by him with all his might.

Huangfu Jun had yet to marry, so the position of Eastern Province's Crown Prince was still reserved for his future son. Thus, he did not ask for the title of Crown Prince for Huangfu Du. Instead, he was given the position of Grand Military Governor. He had considerable power and prestige in the military.

The reason why Sang Yuanyuan had an impression of this name was because Huangfu Du had once helped Meng Wuyou do an indescribable thing in the book. After You Wuming died, You Yingyue was completely defeated and lost his life. Han Shaoling's arms were empty and he doted on a witch woman.

Huangfu Du could not bear to see his adopted sister crying all day long, so he personally seduced that witch woman and gave Han Shaoling a proper green hat.

After that, that witch woman begged and insisted on following Huangfu Du. Han Shaoling finally saw the true faces of these women and realized that in this world, only Meng Wuyou treated him sincerely. From then on, he gave in and wholeheartedly treated Meng Wuyou well.

At that time, Sang Yuanyuan remembered this adopted brother who did not hesitate to sell his own body to help his adopted sister get rid of her love rival.

Huangfu Du.

She did not expect to meet the real person so soon.

She collected her thoughts and looked at this person.

Huangfu Du was very beautiful. His facial features were very similar to Huangfu Jun's. The difference was that his eyebrows and lips were very strong, unlike Huangfu Jun's indifference.

His rather beautiful facial features were embedded in his skin that was as white as Huangfu Jun's. There was also a round cinnabar dot between his eyebrows, which made him look even more strange.

At this moment, he was vomiting blood. It was obvious that his injuries were not light.

Huangfu Du knew that You Wuming was a straightforward madman. In order to save his life, he directly threw out a shocking top secret —

"You Wuming, you can't kill me!

I am the biological son of the Eastern Province's King and the Empress! "

As soon as he said this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Huangfu Du was … Huangfu Jun and Kang Yanji's … biological son?!

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. She looked at You Wuming worriedly.

You Wuming, whose aura was soaring like the God of Death, suddenly restrained all of his aura. His entire person seemed to have melted into this world of ice and snow, so faint that only a shadow was left.

"Is that so?" He said indifferently.

"I have no need to lie to you."

Huangfu Du raised his face. He used his fingers to pick up the snow and wiped away the cinnabar dot on his forehead, revealing a small red plum blossom-shaped birthmark. "This is the evidence!"

Everyone knew that the Empress Kang Yanji had a plum blossom mark on her forehead. She would usually decorate it with gold.

With Kang Yanji's mark, it had almost the same outline and skin as Huangfu Jun. Thinking of the relationship between Huangfu Jun and the Empress, there was no need to doubt the authenticity of this matter.

At this moment, You Wuming seemed to have become a piece of snow flying between heaven and earth.

Huangfu Du said, "This time, Father was seriously injured. Mother asked me to pretend to be Father to lure the snake out of its hole. In fact, it was also to cover for Father.

Father has already taken a detour from Jiang Province, passed through Zhao Province, and returned to Eastern Province.

You Wuming, you can't kill Father anymore. It's time to consider your own escape route. "

When this was said, everyone's expression couldn't help but become more serious.

Killing Huangfu Jun required speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. If they failed, they would have to consider the problem of how to deal with the aftermath.

"How old are you?" You Wuming asked a question that left everyone scratching their heads.

Huangfu Du was stunned. "Twenty-four.

Why? "

You Wuming chuckled softly. "Very good.

Very good. "

Sang Yuanyuan felt a wave of heartache.

You Wuming was twenty-five this year, but Huangfu Du was actually twenty-four.

This meant that when Kang Yanji gave birth to You Wuming, she abandoned the father and son pair and silently threw herself into Huangfu Jun's arms, giving birth to another son for him.

From this, it seemed that from the beginning, Kang Yanji was probably just purely using Mister Ming!

Huangfu Du saw that You Wuming's expression was a little absent-minded, and hurriedly said, "You can use me to threaten them and get the benefits you want.

You Wuming, you have ambition, you have ability, you are a smart person, you naturally know that keeping me alive will bring you a thousand times more benefits. "

There seemed to be starlight spinning in Huangfu Du's eyes, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his lips, his voice ethereal. "You Wuming, you won't kill me, you will bring me back and treat my injuries, right, hmm?"

You Wuming was absent-minded for a moment, then bowed slightly and stretched out a hand towards Huangfu Du on the ground.

Huangfu Du's eyes were filled with the ecstasy of surviving a calamity, he struggled to grab You Wuming's outstretched hand.

You Wuming pulled him up from the ground and directly hugged him in his arms.

Huangfu Du: "…"

He realized that You Wuming, this lunatic, did not have a trace of warmth on his body.

His aura was as cold as a snake. This cold lunatic slowly rested his head on Huangfu Du's shoulder, his lips moved to his ear, and said, "How can I let you go?"

Huangfu Du's heart turned cold, he was about to struggle when he realized that a cold and hard hand had already pressed down on the back of his neck.

His vision suddenly tilted by 90 degrees.

A terrifying feeling of being torn apart attacked him together with darkness. Before Huangfu Du died, he understood how he died — You Wuming broke his neck and took his head.

You Wuming pushed away Huangfu Du's headless body, letting his warm blood spill onto the pure white snow.

He grabbed Huangfu Du's hair and brought his head in front of him, speaking softly and seriously to this person who had already lost his life —

"My biological younger brother."

His voice was extremely soft, only Huangfu Du's remnant soul could hear it.

…

You Wuming held that head and shook it a few times.

When he turned around, that nonchalant smile was already on his face. He threw the head that was no longer bleeding to A 'Gu, saying, "Keep it well!

It's very useful. "

"Yes!" A 'Gu put his legs together and caught Huangfu Du's beautiful head.

Sang Bu Jin frowned, saying, "Huangfu Jun, that old fox, he's truly audacious!"

Eastern Province's one hundred personal guards and envoys were all here to escort the bait, Huangfu Jun didn't have many people left by his side.

He only brought a few trusted aides and dragged his heavily injured body back to Eastern Province. He was truly daring, yet careful, and showed his ambitious and ruthless nature.

"It doesn't matter." You Wuming said, "Then let his own son die in his place."

He walked lazily out of the valley, looking completely unconcerned. However, Sang Yuanyuan knew that he wasn't feeling well, not well at all.

Because he had forgotten about her.

Only when he reached the valley's entrance did he realize that he had forgotten about Little Sang Guo.

He stopped in place, stopping for a moment, but didn't turn around.

Sang Yuanyuan really wanted to chase after him, but unfortunately, her clothes were really too thick and heavy, and she was also sick. Her head was heavy, and her feet were light. She felt dizzy just by taking two quick steps.

Sang Bu Jin wanted nothing more than to use a mountain to separate the two of them. When he saw You Wuming leave first, he happily supported Sang Yuanyuan, his smile even more brilliant than peach blossoms.

Sang Yuanyuan fluttered for a while, but when she saw that You Wuming was getting further and further away, she couldn't help but feel anxious. When she opened her mouth to shout, she suddenly discovered that there were many small moths shining with golden light among the swirling snowflakes in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes in shock, but when she focused, she saw that the snow was still snow, and there weren't any golden moths.

As she stared blankly, she suddenly felt a chill between her eyebrows, as if there were wings gently patting her skin. Soon after, she felt a slight cold pain. She clearly felt an ice-cold aura enter the center of her forehead, directly attacking her brain.

She shivered and jumped in fright. She hurriedly raised her hand to touch her forehead, but only felt a small drop of water that had melted from the snow.

Her forehead was shockingly hot.

"Brother, I'm afraid that I'm very sick," Sang Yuanyuan said. "Just now, I felt a golden moth enter my forehead.

I don't know what kind of moth it is. "

Her voice became even more hoarse.

Sang Bu Jin felt distressed and amused. He squatted down slightly, picked her up, and carried her horizontally. As if he was carrying a snowball, he carried her outside.

The three large carriages were hidden at the entrance of the valley.

From far away, Sang Yuanyuan saw You Wuming sitting alone on the roof of the carriage. He raised his head and impatiently waited for her to come back.

"Little Sang Guo!" He shouted. "Hurry up, I caught a fun guy for you!"

He raised his hand and pulled out a furry thing.

It was a snow rabbit!

The snow rabbit's ears were grabbed by him. Its two fat hind legs were suspended in the air, constantly kicking about.

Sang Yuanyuan saw that he still had the leisure to catch a snow rabbit to tease her. For a moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Sang Bu Jin wanted to carry her away, but she grabbed his collar.

She blinked her eyes pitifully and pouted. "Brother, I want to touch a snow rabbit!"

Sang Bu Jin glared hatefully at You Wuming. His gaze was like a crossbow, as if he wanted nothing more than to put a few holes in his body.

Stinky brat, using a furry thing to trick a girl. Do you have any shame?

You Wuming didn't even look at him. He smiled and watched as Sang Yuanyuan got off the ground and clumsily ran towards him.

He didn't go up to her.

At this moment, his mood was actually very strange.

He wanted nothing more than for time to stop at this moment forever. There was no need for a future.

Because at this moment, there were only good things waiting for him. There were no bad things.

At this moment, his Little Sang Guo only had him in her heart. There were no obstacles between them. He only needed to quietly wait for her here. There wouldn't be any changes, and no accidents would come.

He unconsciously narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. As if he was possessed, he greedily enjoyed the time when she approached him step by step.

'Why don't I just die like this?'

This thought floated in his mind.

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at his heart.

It was beating faster, as if it wanted to break out of his body.

He lowered his head and let out a low chuckle.

'No, this isn't the best. Little Sang Guo will definitely give me more surprises. No, it's more like a shock.'

He smiled and raised his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw her fall and fall into the snow.

You Wuming: "…"

He leaped out of the car lazily and picked up the plump woman before Sang Bu could get close.

His gaze suddenly froze.

He saw spots of bright red blood on the snow, like beautiful little peach blossoms.

"I fell." She said in a wronged tone.

You Wuming was startled and quickly looked at her face.

He saw blood and snow between her nose and lips. Her small face was burning red, but her eyes were curved as she smiled at him.

You Wuming took a deep breath and fiercely raised his hand to wipe off the blood on her face.

As soon as he wiped it off, blood came out of her nose again.

You Wuming was so angry that he laughed. "A person in the Spiritual Brilliance Realm can have a nosebleed from falling?"

He threw away the snow rabbit and carried her into the car. He took out a silk cloth and twisted it into a strip and stuffed it into her nose.

Since she fell ill, the car had been lit with charcoal.

The whole car was warm and cozy. Sang Yuanyuan took off the heavy snow animal fur overcoat and leaned into You Wuming's arms.

His body was very cold.

He grabbed the overcoat and wrapped it around himself.

"Just now, did Huangfu Du use the witch tribe's bewitchment technique on you?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

"Un." You Wuming stared blankly and looked down at her. "Little Sang Guo, you even know about this?!"

He suddenly felt a little guilty, and his eyes flashed.

After all, he had used this method on her twice before.

Sang Yuanyuan thought, no wonder that unlucky witch tribe girl in the book, who was originally following Han Shaoling, was suddenly infatuated with Huangfu Du.

It turned out that just like how You Wuming dealt with Shuang 'er, Huangfu Du only hypnotized that unlucky female supporting character.

"Kang Yanji is a witch?" Although Sang Yuanyuan already had the answer in her heart, she couldn't help but want to confirm it.

"Un."

You Wuming stared blankly. "Little Sang Guo, I have such dirty blood flowing in my body, you will hate me, right?"

"I don't hate you." She gently rubbed her cheek against him. "I don't hate a single strand of hair.

I like you, I like you everywhere. "

He chuckled. "Liar."

She smiled leisurely. "Even if I'm a liar, if I can lie to you for a lifetime and lie to the day I die, then it's not a lie.

Don't you think so? "

You Wuming couldn't help but admit that what she said was very reasonable. He was a little happy, but also a little unhappy, and awkwardly turned his head to the side.

"But how can Kang Yanji be a witch?" Sang Yuanyuan still couldn't figure it out.

The Jiang family was a royal family, and had always been connected to the royal family through marriage. How could she have mixed with the bloodline of the witch tribe?

You Wuming shook his head. "Who cares, just kill her."

"Un." Sang Yuanyuan had long been used to his straightforward style.

She thought for a moment, and carefully asked, "Does Huangfu Du know that you're also a witch?"

You Wuming chuckled. "Other than you, no one else knows."

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned. "Could it be that Kang Yanji also doesn't know?"

"Of course she doesn't know." You Wuming's lips curved into a strange arc. "How would she dare to know?

Even if she guessed a little in the middle of the night, it would still cause her to have an inner demon, and she wouldn't stop trembling. "

A dark light that made one's scalp tingle appeared in his black eyes, and his smile froze, as if he was about to have a seizure.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that she had touched his forbidden area again.

She stretched out a warm little hand, and caressed his cheek, rubbed the corner of his lips, and acted coquettishly. "Let's not talk about that anymore, You Wuming makes me feel so uncomfortable!

My head is killing me!

I can't meditate, and I can't even throw out the big face flower! "

He calmed himself down, and his mind was pulled back.

He lowered his head, touched her forehead with his, and muttered discontentedly, "How come you've been sick for so long, and you're still not feeling well? If you continue to be sick, they'll definitely use this as an excuse to delay our marriage.

Little Sang Guo, I've already endured for you for so long, and I don't want to endure anymore.

I want you.

I want you now.

Even if you're sick, I want you. "

In the past few days, the shock brought by the 'kelp' had been gradually pushed to the back of his mind, and when he recalled the scene of that day, he only remembered the warm, fragrant, and soft jade in his hands.

Whenever he thought of the scene where she clung to him to death, his heart would twitch, and his body would ache unbearably.

"Little Sang Guo.

I want to try … Let me try … "

He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that his emotions would be very turbulent today. Now, this hedgehog would only hide his wounds and not let others touch them. The only thing she could do was to let him feel that there was still a lot of warmth and softness in this world, to make him happy, to make him reluctant to leave, and to make him take the initiative to open his heart to her bit by bit.

She slightly parted her lips, and welcomed him.

At this moment, an unstoppable coughing came up, and she suddenly turned her head away. After three violent coughs, her throat felt warm and sweet, and she actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

You Wuming jumped in fright, his eyes widening as he stared at her, his eyes trembling uncontrollably.

Sang Yuanyuan quickly smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's probably just some blood clots from the fever, and I'll be fine after I spit it out.

I don't feel bad at all, really. "

She really didn't feel bad.

He stared at her for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth, pausing between each word, "Your face, is very scary."

His gaze stopped at her forehead, and he raised a finger, gently pressing it twice, and frowned, "What's wrong here?

Does it hurt? "

On her fair and full forehead, there were a few small yellow dots.

Sang Yuanyuan was a little shocked, and after a moment, she told him about the golden moth that had drilled into her forehead.

You Wuming placed her on the soft couch, and walked out with a cold face, "It must be an evil spirit in the snow.

Seek medical attention nearby. "

The closest city to Ice Mist Valley was Yundu, the capital of Yunzhou.

The carriages no longer went south, but went straight north, towards Yundu.

Sang Yuanyuan drove the carriage as if it was flying.

Sang Yuanyuan leaned on You Wuming, and said to him, "I heard that Yunzhou is ruled by a woman, do you know the Regent Yun Xuzhou?"

The male population of the Yun family had withered, and in this generation, the only direct descendant left was a weak man with a leg disease, Yun Xuyang. After he succeeded as the Yunzhou King, he was unable to manage the political and military affairs, so he handed over the power to his own sister, Yun Xuzhou, and was conferred the title of Regent, in charge of Yunzhou's affairs.

She should also be an extraordinary woman, but under the strong halo of the Empress, this female Regent was like a firefly under the scorching sun, unremarkable.

You Wuming curved his lips, and a pair of pitch-black eyes stared straight down.

"Little Sang Guo, you're jealous."

Sang Yuanyuan, "?"

You Wuming mysteriously moved closer to her, and raised his eyebrows, saying, "At that time, I almost married Yun Xuzhou.

Little Sang Guo, don't pretend, how could you not know about this? "

Sang Yuanyuan really didn't know.

The book didn't talk about the Great Demon King before he became evil.

Did he also have a history of love?

Perhaps it was because she was sick, but when she heard him say this, her chest suddenly felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and she didn't want to look at him again.

"You're angry." He tilted his body, used his index finger to lift her chin, and said with a smile, "Little Sang Guo is angry!"

"Little Sang Guo!" He said, "You and Han Shaoling already had a big wedding, and I haven't gotten angry with you yet!"

She looked up at him, and said very shamelessly, "I only allow the state officials to set fires, but not the common people!

I'm angry! "

You Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then he covered his forehead and laughed, "Good, good, good!"

He looked extremely happy.

The corners of his mouth were wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He held her tightly in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Little Sang Guo, you don't know, but at that time, Old Ghost You acted on his own initiative and asked Yun Xuzhou to marry me. Who knew that Yun Xuzhou didn't like me, and rejected Old Ghost You."

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but tilt her head to stare at his shockingly handsome face, "She hasn't seen you before?"

How could a blind date with such good looks fail?

"She hasn't seen him before."

You Wuming said, "She gave me a long speech. Her words were very nice, but the real meaning behind her words was that You Wuming was weak and incompetent, and that he wasn't worthy of her."

He smiled, as if he didn't hold any grudges, and said, "After that, when she found out what kind of person You Wuming was, it was too late to regret it."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

She felt that Yun Xuzhou didn't regret it at all.

And from what she heard, she rejected him directly. What did she mean by 'almost married her'?

The difference was like heaven and earth.

You Wuming saw through what she was thinking at a glance.

He said unhappily, "Little Sang Guo, do you think that Yun Xuzhou was right to reject my marriage?"

"Of course!" She smiled, "How nice would it be to leave you to me."

He smiled, "Even if she agreed, I wouldn't marry her."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying to you," he said, "At that time, my knife was already hanging over Old Ghost You's head.

He didn't know, and he even spoke for me.

What a joke.

How could I marry her? "

Sang Yuanyuan looked up at him.

She could feel that his feelings were very complicated.

He was protected and raised by his enemy … Love and hatred, water and fire, twisted and intertwined, entangling and tearing his heart apart, dragging him into an even darker abyss day by day.

The moment he killed Madam You, he broke out of his cocoon and turned into a pure black monarch butterfly.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart ached. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down hard. She kissed him heavily, and as she kissed him, she said, "You're lucky!

If you had a wife, I wouldn't exist.

You Wuming, you're lucky that you managed to wait for me! "

He restrained himself and didn't dare to kiss her too hard, afraid that she would cough again.

He answered perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes."

His deep and affectionate voice fell deep into her heart.

After a while, the two of them slowly separated.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a while. Then, he stretched out his finger and lifted her chin proudly. "When you're cured, I'll definitely bring you to Yun Xuzhou and show him that this is the woman that I, You Wuming, like."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

Childish!

But … did he finally admit that he 'liked' her?