Chapter 70

Sang Yuanyuan grabbed You Wuming's clothes and turned around to take a look.

She saw the puppet hanging by Shorty's furry butt in a daze. It raised a small hand and reached for the sparkles that would never return.

Just by looking at its back, one could feel a strong sense of desolation and bleakness.

A rain of arrows covered the sky and poured down. The arrows were filled with spiritual energy, and the sparkles were instantly drowned and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shorty lowered its head and ran away, leaving behind a short afterimage.

After a gorgeous drift of blood, it smoothly passed through the rain of arrows. With a screech, it came to a stop in front of Han Shaoling's army.

This place was still half a kilometer away from the Great Wall of Black Iron.

The blood of so many living people had gathered all the surrounding Nether Demons.

Han Shaoling's army did not seem to be having an easy time either. They had to deal with the Nether Demons attacking from all directions and also face the heavy pressure of You Wuming.

Separated by the last wave of roaring Nether Demons, You Wuming slowly raised the saber in his hand.

I alone can fight against your entire army.

As soon as he released his aura, Han Shaoling's pupils constricted. The warhorses under the army had already sensed the danger and uneasily stomped their hooves.

Han Shaoling arrived at the Great Wall of Black Iron at dawn.

When he heard the garrison report that You Prefecture's King was alone in the surging tide, he immediately gathered his troops and went out of the city to 'rescue' him.

He thought that after being trapped for a night, You Wuming should be more or less exhausted. He did not expect that although he was covered in blood, his aura was not weak at all.

The rain of arrows did not cause any damage to him.

Han Shaoling was slightly hesitant.

He knew that You Wuming's army was hurrying over.

Since You Wuming was unharmed, if he forced his way in, it would be a real battle.

You Wuming's cultivation was high and could not take him down in a short time. If he delayed until the Nether Army arrived at the battlefield and closed the city gates, it would be very troublesome.

It was not the right time to make a move.

This was how the royal family's interactions were. As long as there was a thin layer of paper between them, even if they used a hammer to smash the other party's body, as long as the paper didn't break, they would still be good friends.

"King of Youzhou!"

Han Shaoling laughed. "In order to get you out of the city, the State of Korea has lost many soldiers. How are you going to thank me?"

You Wuming knew he was not going to fight.

He didn't want to fight either.

Being in the middle of the tide, facing over ten thousand cavalry and Han Shaoling who was at the 7th Sky of Spirit Glory, although he wasn't afraid, he still had Guo Zi, Gouzi, and Ou Zi by his side, so it was inevitable that one of them would get hurt.

You Wuming slowly bared his fangs, "I'll thank your whole family later."

Han Shaoling put on a fake smile as his gaze slowly landed in front of You Wuming. Coincidentally, Sang Yuanyuan, who had just dodged a wave of Nether Demon Blood Rain, was currently squinting her eyes as she came out of You Wuming's embrace.

She raised her face and looked into Han Shaoling's eyes.

In an instant, Han Shaoling's pupils constricted, and he almost couldn't maintain his expression.

Sang Yuanyuan?!

How could it be her?!

The Nether Demons around them roared endlessly, but Han Shaoling could only hear the sound of "Ying —" ringing in his ears.

His gaze was firmly fixed on Sang Yuanyuan. Although he maintained a warm and polite smile on his face, the veins on his forehead betrayed his thoughts.

She!

How could she be together with You Wuming again?!

Didn't she have a Fire Element expert with wings by her side?

How did she end up in You Wuming's hands?!

What's going on?!

What's going on?!

What's going on?!

Could it be that the guard was one of You Wuming's people?!

Han Shaoling suddenly thought of Sang Bujin's mysterious appearance.

Could it be that the person who was engaged to Sang Yuanyuan … was You Wuming?!

Han Shaoling felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

She still had a golden shell in her hands … If that thing ended up in You Wuming's hands, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Han Shaoling was both shocked and bewildered. He forcefully suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

He couldn't suppress the killing intent between his brows. His intuition told him that if he didn't get rid of You Wuming now, he might not have another chance in this lifetime!

He decisively raised one hand, gritted his teeth, and was about to swing it down!

At this critical moment, they suddenly heard the rumbling of hooves coming from the direction of the Great Wall.

More soldiers were rushing over!

Sang Yuanyuan, Han Shaoling, and You Wuming all raised their heads to look at the newcomers.

It was the soldiers of Zhang Province. The one leading them was tall and sturdy. His face was dark and red, and his beard and hair were messy. It was obvious that he was a rough person.

He held two broad axes in his hands and shouted from afar, "You Province's King, Han Province's King, I, Old Zhang, am here!"

It turned out that Zhang Province's King, Zhang Dai, had received the news that You Wuming had left the city alone and was trapped at the edge of the Netherworld Abyss. Thus, he hurried over from another tide point and led his personal guards out of the city to save her.

The cavalry charged forward, trying their best to block the Netherworld Demons that kept coming from both sides.

Zhang Province's King, Zhang Dai, was in the lead. He was riding on a Cloud Beast with huge bones. He leaped high and landed heavily.

"Hahaha!"

With a wave of his broad axe, he chopped down an entire row of Netherworld Demons. Zhang Dai's dark red face was filled with joy. "Ah!

Awesome!

Awesome! "

When he arrived at the scene, Zhang Dai did not realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere. He opened his big eyes and looked at Han Shaoling, then at You Wuming. He smiled happily and said, "You Wuming, the Han Province's King knows that You Wuming is trapped and is even more anxious than me!

Hahaha!

This is so rare!

This is so rare!

If I had known, I wouldn't have rushed over in such a hurry! "

Han Shaoling, who was about to attack You Wuming, "…"

Zhang Dai did not know that Han Jun's arrow was pointed at his back.

With a carefree look, he chopped down a few Netherworld Demons and rode his war horse to You Wuming. He chuckled and waved the broad axe in his hand.

You Wuming smirked and waved his blade in boredom.

It was considered a greeting.

Sang Yuanyuan saw that Zhang Dai was not afraid of You Wuming at all. She could not help but feel that it was strange.

You Wuming knew what she was thinking just by looking at her.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Little Sang Guo, there is no soldier in the frontline who doesn't worship me."

Sang Yuanyuan, "…" Although he was very arrogant, it seemed to be the truth.

She remembered that it was the same in the Han Province.

The guards at the Great Wall were not afraid of You Wuming. He was a killer and a guardian.

"Come back to the camp with me!" Zhang Province's King waved his axe. "The two of you have come from afar. Thank you for your hard work!

Let's take a rest first. Let my subordinates deal with this! "

The scariest part of the Tide Surge was the 'tail howl' when the tide returned.

Zhang Province was not one of the provinces where the Nether Demons attacked fiercely. Although it was a 'Tidal Surge', its strength was far inferior to the 'Tidal Surge' of Han, Qi, Tu, and the other provinces. With the help of Han Shaoling's twenty thousand soldiers and the seven thousand elite soldiers from You Province, they would definitely be able to survive this wave of 'tail howl'. Therefore, Zhang Dai had completely relaxed his mind.

He was thankful to be able to save You Wuming safely.

Under the protection of the two cavalry armies, the monarchs of Zhang, You, and Han successfully returned to the Great Wall. After passing through the gates of the Great Wall, Zhang Dai happily put away his broad axe and excitedly led You Wuming and Han Shaoling to the simple palaces at the foot of the Great Wall.

After being disrupted by the local tyrant, Han Shaoling could only suppress his killing intent and put on a fake smile.

"King of You Prefecture." Zhang Dai smiled widely and tried to find a topic to talk about. "This is the first time I, Old Zhang, have seen you bring a woman out!

A hero with a beauty, it's like … a good saber with a good scabbard!

A good saber with a good scabbard! "

He gave a thumbs up. "A match made in heaven!"

Han Shaoling, "…" Who agreed and who objected to killing Zhang Dai?

Sang Yuanyuan, "…" Can't the topic of scabbard be over?

The corners of You Wuming's lips curled up without batting an eyelid. He stole a glance at Sang Yuanyuan before smiling politely. "She is Sang Province's princess, and also my soon-to-be wife."

He rolled his black eyes and added, "I'll only marry this one wife."

Zhang Dai was clearly given a fright. He first glanced at Han Shaoling, whose expression was extremely unsightly. Then, he blankly bared his white teeth at Sang Yuanyuan. "… Princess Sang, it's an honor to meet you."

Sang Yuanyuan, "King Zhang, I have long heard of you."

It was so awkward that it was hopeless.

Zhang Dai's forehead was covered in shiny sweat. "… Haha, hahahaha.

Good, good! "

Everyone knew that You Wuming had snatched away Han Shaoling's wife. The two of them had even fought at Jade Gate Pass.

Who would have thought that he could bring a princess to the Netherworld Demon Battlefield?

Shouldn't a delicate princess be raised in the depths of the palace?

Zhang Dai wanted to slap his own mouth a few times.

This was really too awkward.

Zhang Dai didn't even look at Han Shaoling.

In a strange atmosphere of silence, they arrived at the temporary palace built by Zhang Province under the Great Wall.

Zhang Dai braced himself and invited You Wuming, Han Shaoling, and Sang Yuanyuan in.

Naturally, the war horses could only be left outside in the beast pen.

Sang Yuanyuan secretly glanced at the puppet. She saw that it was holding the torn cloth bag with one hand and the soft fur under Shang Ming's belly with the other. It pursed its lips into a thin line and stared unblinkingly at the tear on the cloth bag with its big black eyes.

How pitiful.

Fortunately, Short-lived no longer despised it. It wrapped its furry limbs around the doll, and the doll was tucked into its soft white belly that was full of fur.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh. "

Shang Ming turned its big head back and made an impatient sound at the puppet. It sounded like it was trying to comfort it.

The puppet slowly turned its head and looked at Shang Ming in surprise. This was the first time that the big fat dog didn't tighten its belly in front of it.

With such a soft belly, wouldn't I be able to poke a hole in it with a light poke?

The puppet lowered its head and stared at its sharp fingers, deep in thought.

…

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming left the children behind and stepped into the temporary imperial residence built by King Zhang under the Great Wall without any guilt.

The temporary imperial residence was built very simply, but it had a unique style.

Zhang Zhou's stones were red, orange, and yellow. When used to build houses, they naturally had artistic colors. There was no need to decorate them, and they could be seen everywhere.

After stepping into the temporary imperial residence, it would be strange if they didn't say anything.

Zhang Dai's expression was conflicted, as if he was being escorted to the execution ground.

He didn't know how to deal with this complicated situation at all.

He originally thought that by taking this opportunity to help Zhang Zhou get rid of the demons, he could make the two powerful masters, King You and King Han, bury the hatchet. That would be a wonderful thing.

Who would have thought that You Wuming would bring Sang Yuanyuan here?

What could Zhang Dai do?

He could only brace himself and lead the way with a laugh.

"Everyone, please follow me and wash off the dust. Old Zhang will set up a banquet to welcome everyone. Hahaha, haha …"

You Wuming raised his eyebrows and looked at Sang Yuanyuan with a smile. "Come."

He took her hand and slightly raised his beautiful chin. "King Zhang left the best pool for me to roll around. Today, I'll let you take advantage of it!"

After saying that, he took her hand and swaggered to the side as if he were returning to his own home.

Zhang Dai wiped his sweat and smiled at Han Shaoling, "State of Han's King, this way please."

Han Shaoling's expression was cold. "I don't need to change."

His gaze was fixed on the backs of the two people.

One big and one small, like an immortal couple.

Since when did the two of them have such intimacy and tacit understanding between their actions?!

Rolling around the pool?

Han Shaoling took a few deep breaths and felt his vision darken.

He didn't want to think about what kind of story the two people had with the rolling pool, but he couldn't help but think about it.

You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan, who came to the Rolling Pool Palace, didn't care about Han Shaoling's thoughts at all.

He took out two sets of clean clothes from the animal skin bag and placed them on the jade rack beside the pool. He then took off the battle robe that was stained with demon blood and leaned forward. His hands and feet kept on stripping off her clothes as he muttered, "Little Sang Guo, don't you have hands?

You need someone to help you take off your clothes. "

She was close to him. Only this way, she wouldn't be so shy. They were so close to each other that they couldn't see each other without clothes.

He stole a glance at her red face and his expression became more and more happy.

Bowing slightly, he carried her in his arms and walked towards the rolling pool.

"Little Sang Guo," he said. "It's not good to let Elder Zhang Dai wait. Let's just take a simple bath. How about it?"

"Okay."

After taking two more steps, You Wuming naughtily let go of her hands.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit her. Sang Yuanyuan cried out in alarm and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What are you afraid of?" He narrowed his eyes and his voice was full of unbridled naughtiness. "Even if I let go of my hands, I can still hold you."

His low and hoarse voice was warm. The fragrance of the flowers brushed past her cheeks.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… You Wuming!"

This person was really so bad that no medicine could cure him.

When they went into the water, she hurriedly broke free from his arms and swam far away. She hid in a corner and started to wash.

Through the dense white fog, he saw that You Wuming had been laughing non-stop.

After washing, she threw the big face flowers to the side of the pool. Then, like a nimble fish, she jumped into the pile of face flowers with a 'whoosh'. She used the hot spiritual mist to dry the water droplets on her body and hair. Then, she used the spirit vine to pick up clean clothes and put them on.

You Wuming also came out of the water.

Now, his Everlasting Fire had been used to perfection. With a turn of the flame, the water droplets on his body evaporated without a trace.

He was extremely thick-skinned and had no intention of avoiding her. He leisurely picked up his clothes and slowly put them on. His slender fingers carefully arranged the layers of clothes and slowly tied the belt. His lazy and noble appearance was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off him.

Dressed neatly, he was also a conceited and domineering young king.

He took two steps forward and his long eyes slanted slightly. He reached out a large hand and grabbed her fingers.

"Little Sang Guo, I didn't scare you to death!

Can I eat you here? "He deliberately bared his teeth at her and pretended to bite her face.

She glanced at him and ignored him.

Stepping through the corridor that was red, orange, and yellow, the banquet hall was right in front of her.

Through the open door of the hall, she saw State King Zhang, Zhang Dai, stand up from behind the table and stride out of the hall.

She suddenly stood on her tiptoes and put her flower-like lips next to You Wuming's ear. Her breath was like orchids and her eyes were like silk.

"Just now, actually, I really wanted it.

I was waiting for you in the flowers. Why didn't you come over? "

You Wuming looked as if he was struck by lightning. His bottomless black eyes turned inch by inch towards her, and his thin lips instantly pursed tightly.

She slyly exhaled at him and then returned to her original position. Putting on a serious face, she smiled and bowed to Zhang Dai who came forward to greet her.

It was a standard greeting from the royal family.

You Wuming: "… …"

This was a succubus who wanted to take people's lives!

Zhang Dai led You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan into the banquet hall.

Han Shaoling, who was sitting in the hall, slowly raised his chin and swept his hawk-like sharp gaze towards the hall door.

His gaze paused on Zhang Dai, You Wuming, and then fell heavily on Sang Yuanyuan.

Seeing her blushing cheeks and her charming face, Han Shaoling's pupils instantly contracted and he unconsciously stood up.

Due to his royal family's self-restraint, he did not reveal any strange expression and only gave a proper greeting.

You Wuming paused and raised his head slightly. He looked at Han Shaoling with a faint smile and gave a very sloppy greeting.

After a while, the two of them smiled at the same time.

"State King You, I have missed you since we parted at Jade Gate Pass."

"State King of Han, you are still as elegant as ever."

This greeting was as fake as it could be.

Han Shaoling turned to Sang Yuanyuan and did not move for a while.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled faintly and gave a greeting. Seeing that Han Shaoling still did not move, she smiled at Zhang Dai, who was sweating profusely, and said, "I heard that State Zhang's roasted lamb with soy sauce is the best. I wonder if we will have the fortune of tasting it today?"

Zhang Dai was given a way out and hurriedly said with a smile, "Naturally."

He decisively raised his two large palms and clapped heavily. "Let the banquet begin!"

You Wuming raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at Sang Yuanyuan with a smile. "Come."

He took her hand and led her to the throne.

Han Shaoling's eyes flickered. He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself.

Just as he was about to say something to test the waters, he suddenly heard a clear female voice from behind. "Sang Yuanyuan?!

Didn't you attend Han Lang's betrothal banquet?!

Why are you with You Wuming again?!

Are you people of the royal family so casual?! "

Han Shaoling only felt a wave of dizziness.

Marching to State Zhang was a long journey. Naturally, he could only bring Meng Wuyou with him to cure his poison.

Just now, he was in a daze and did not realize that the personal guard behind him had been secretly swapped out by her again. This woman, as long as she wanted, she could appear by his side at any time. One moment, it was a personal guard, the next moment, it was a personal attendant. These people were always easily convinced by her and opened the door for her!

Now that he heard Meng Wuyou's outburst, he didn't know what kind of expression he should make to regain his face.

In any case, ever since he took in Meng Wuyou, losing face had become a common occurrence.

What could he do?

He could only pretend that he didn't hear this abrupt question. He expressionlessly stared at Sang Yuanyuan, waiting for her answer as if he had nothing to lose.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't even notice Meng Wuyou sneaking in from outside and sneaking up to Han Shaoling's side. This so-called 'female lead' really didn't have much of a presence.

She lazily smiled at Han Shaoling. "King of State of Korea, long time no see. Your State of Korea's etiquette is still unflattering."

Han Shaoling twitched his lower lip and tilted his head to look at Meng Wuyou. For a moment, he did not know what to say. He only said tiredly, "Can you go back first?

Don't make a fuss. "

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Sang Yuanyuan. His slightly sunken eyes showed that he had accepted his fate. "Princess Sang, please don't make fun of me. You know my situation."

Sang Yuanyuan nodded and said, "Indeed.

In life, one's life is the most important thing. Face and etiquette are nothing more than the vanity of the secular world. It doesn't matter.

King of State of Korea, we all know your situation and can understand it. "

Han Shaoling held his forehead.

You Wuming stifled his laughter.

"You're right!"

Meng Wuyou raised her face. "One day, you will understand that everyone is born equal. Feudal etiquette is only a weapon used by the ruling class to restrict people's thoughts!

Why should the royal family be so high and mighty?

Every life is equal and honorable. Everyone has the right to freedom! "

Sang Yuanyuan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

So she really was a transmigrated female lead. And she was the type who only knew how to shout empty slogans.

Sang Yuanyuan muttered to herself for a moment. She smiled and raised her head to look into Meng Wuyou's eyes. "You are right. Everyone only has one life. Naturally, everyone is equal.

Everyone should be treated with the respect they deserve. "

Meng Wuyou was rather surprised. "I didn't expect you to have such awareness!"

"I have, but you don't."

Sang Yuanyuan's face darkened. "No matter what your status is, is questioning other people's privacy in public a sign of respect?

Whether I am engaged or not, and who I am engaged to, it has nothing to do with you. It is my freedom to be with whoever I am.

You keep talking about equality, freedom, and rights. I am still unmarried. Don't tell me I don't have the freedom to choose the husband I like? "

Meng Wuyou's expression changed slightly. After a while, she lowered her voice and argued, "But women should have self-respect, self-love, and self-respect. You are not chaste, so you don't have self-respect. Can't others say that?"

Sang Yuanyuan stopped You Wuming from laughing sinisterly. She slowly said, "You Province's King has yet to marry, and I have already broken off my engagement with the Han Province's King. Two pure people are together, only waiting for the big wedding. How can there be self-respect?

Could it be that in your opinion, following by the side of a married man without a proper title and not even being a concubine is what you call self-respect and self-love? "

Sang Yuanyuan laughed mockingly. She did not look at Meng Wuyou. She only looked at Han Shaoling's ashen face.

"I, I, I and Han Lang are in true love!" Meng Wuyou was so anxious that her eyes reddened. "His marriage to someone else is nothing more than a marriage alliance!

How can there be love in marriages between royal families like you!

You don't understand at all. There will be no happiness in an arranged marriage! "

"Oh, true love."

Sang Yuanyuan chuckled softly. "Your true love is truly valuable. Compared to your true love, is the many years of companionship and devotion of others nothing more than the word 'benefit'?

Why should your feelings be more valuable than others?

Just because you are poor, just because you have no redeeming qualities?

Just because you are weak, you are reasonable? "

Sang Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows. Seeing Meng Wuyou gasping for breath and looking so angry that she could not speak, she gently shook her head.

"I have never thought that royal families should be superior to others. But I don't see the slightest respect for others in you.

When others see me, they call me 'Princess'. This is a recognition of my identity. It's like when you go to a medical center, you should call me 'doctor'. When you go to a school, you should call me 'teacher'.

But you, I don't know where this inexplicable sense of superiority comes from. You don't care about the situation and directly call others by their names. This is truly a loss of self-control and discourtesy. "

Meng Wuyou's face was bright red. She, who was usually eloquent, could not say a single word at this moment.

She had never thought that Sang Yuanyuan would be able to argue to the point that she was speechless without using her identity to pressure others.

Sang Yuanyuan bowed towards Han Shaoling. "The State of Han King is an open-minded person who values friendship and does not care about these empty formalities. I have nothing to say.

But as a royal family member, I am truly unwilling to let others silently criticize the dignity of the royal family of Cloud Realm! "

"That's right!"

Zhang Dai could not help but say, "State of Han King, it's not that I, Old Zhang, want to criticize you, but even a boor like me has heard others say that the women by your side are unpresentable. Tsk, hearing about them is not as good as meeting them in person. Seeing you today, even a thick-skinned person like me feels embarrassed for you!"

"You, all of you!"

Meng Wuyou stomped her feet in anger. "All of you were just born with good fortune and were born into the royal family. If all of you were born lowly, would all of you still be so high and mighty and look down on others?"

Sang Yuanyuan was curious. "Isn't it said that all people are born equal?

Why are you unduly belittling yourself and despising your own lowly birth?

There are plenty of people who are born as commoners but have a graceful and lofty character. No matter where they go, they will be respected by others.

As for you, you have an inexplicable sense of superiority. Under the guise of 'equality', you pretend to be aloof and disdainful towards those with higher status than you. Towards those with lower status than you, you do not even treat them as people! "

Sang Yuanyuan's tone became even more intense. "Meng Wuyou, you are truly hypocritical to the extreme!

Mama Zhang was kind enough to help you, but you turned around and betrayed her in front of the King of the State of Han. The personal guard of the King of the State of You died for you, but you did not feel the slightest bit of gratitude or guilt in your heart. You did not care that your own strength was low and charged straight into the crowd of underworld demons. So many people died for you, but did your heart even move for a moment?!

Did you treat them as lives? Did you shed a single tear for the people who died because of you?! "

Meng Wuyou's lips trembled and her face was deathly pale. She could not say a single word.

Sang Yuanyuan secretly pinched You Wuming's hand. She leaned forward slightly and supported herself on the table. She slowly asked, "Meng Wuyou, who gave you the sense of superiority?

Do you really think that you are the main character of this world? "

She had said so much today to pave the way for this moment.

You Wuming understood tacitly. A low and charming voice accompanied her, and dark stars flickered in her eyes.

"Heh, do you really think that you are the main character of this world?"