Chapter 7

Sang Yuanyuan rested her chin in her hands, full of interest.

She knew that there was no one here who could stop You Wuming.

In the novel, he pulled out his sword and said that he was going to kill Jiang Jinyuan. Then, he killed Jiang Jinyuan, and Han Shaoling was completely helpless.

As for Meng Wuyou … Sang Yuanyuan felt that at this moment, Han Shaoling should also want to chop Meng Wuyou into pieces.

However … the male and female leads shouldn't die so easily.

Meng Wuyou fell in front of You Wuming's table. Her skirt was flipped upside down, revealing half of her white lotus-like calf. She didn't bother to cover it.

Seeing that the assassination was hopeless, Meng Wuyou was filled with grief, indignation, and despair. She turned her head and shouted at Han Shaoling, "You Wuming are devoid of conscience. You indiscriminately killed the innocent. Even the heavens cannot tolerate this!

Han Shaoling, are you still human?!

With such a demon in front of you, can you still eat and drink with him without batting an eyelid?!

If you're a man, you'll kill him today!

Avenge those who died unjustly! "

Han Shaoling was stunned for a moment. His lips moved slightly. Sang Yuanyuan felt that he seemed to be saying — Are you crazy?

You Wu Ming had one foot on the table. But, he couldn't help but chuckle as he heard these words. Then, he slowly raised the black blade in his hand.

At this moment of life and death, a shadowy person suddenly jumped out from behind You Wuming and knelt in front of Meng Wuyou. He looked up and shouted, "Milord, please spare him!"

Sang Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows and looked at this golden finger that appeared out of nowhere.

This person knew that You Wuming didn't have time to listen to his detailed explanation. He immediately pulled up his trousers and showed You Wuming his hairy calf.

The corners of You Wuming's eyes twitched twice.

The man suppressed his excitement and said, "My Lord, she, she is the younger sister that I accidentally lost when I was running away from my pursuers!"

Sang Yuanyuan focused his gaze and saw a purplish-red crescent birthmark three inches above the man's ankle. The shape was very strange, as if the crescent was on fire.

In the same position, Meng Wuyou also had a similar mark.

So, when Jiang Jinyuan wasn't around, Meng Wuyou tripped and revealed the birthmark on her calf, which was seen by her brother … What kind of f * cking plan was this?

Melodramatic! Damn melodramatic!

Was it possible to forcefully prolong his life?

Needless to say, this' biological brother 'must be You Wuming's favorite person. No matter how perverted You Wuming was, you would still give him some face.

You Wuming narrowed his long and narrow eyes and retracted his foot that was on the table. He sheathed his saber and said impatiently, "Mm."

The man kowtowed heavily to You Wuming a few times, then turned around and smiled warmly at Meng Wuyou, who was in a daze, "Younger sister, you must have forgotten about your brother, right?

It's okay, forgetting isn't a bad thing! "

Meng Wuyou stared blankly at this person, her face full of confusion and disbelief. She muttered unconsciously, "No, you executioners, I have nothing to do with you!"

A faint smile appeared on the man's face, "Live well!

Live, let the bloodline … continue … "

Sang Yuanyuan felt that this person's tone was a little strange. Before he had time to wonder, he saw this brother of his pull out his saber and cut his own throat. Blood splattered everywhere.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but be a little stunned.

She originally thought that she would have to put on a clingy and sweet play, with brother and sister reuniting and crying in each other's arms, begging the King to forgive them, and maybe bringing Meng Wuyou to You Wuming's side to make Han Shaoling jealous. She didn't expect this person to die just like that.

"Princess Sang," You Wuming kindly explained to her with a smile, "Here, the rules are like this.

A life for a life.

It's very simple and fair, isn't it?

Do you like it? "

Sang Yuanyuan, "…"

The palace attendants who were slow to react had already dragged Meng Wuyou out, and the corpses on the ground were quickly cleaned up by You Wuming's men. The State of Korea didn't dare to touch You Wuming's people at all, even if they were dead.

The hall returned to the oppressive atmosphere.

Han Shaoling took a deep breath, and his deep voice echoed in the hall, "King You Wuming, Sang is my wife. Please mind your words."

You Wuming laughed so hard that his body trembled.

After a while, he leaned forward with both hands on the table and said half-jokingly, "An ordinary man's wealth is his own ruin.

King You Wuming of the State of Korea, you only have one life. "

Halfway through his words, two green flames seemed to ignite in his eyes, and his tone was gloomy and gloomy. It was a blatant threat.

Han Shaoling was angry, but he knew that he couldn't fall out with You Wuming at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Han Shaoling smiled and said, "You're right. Life is very precious. King You Wuming has traveled thousands of miles to help the State of Korea eliminate the demon disaster. You must take care of yourself. If you unfortunately die in the Western Region, I won't be able to explain it to the Emperor."

You Wuming seemed to be even happier. "What the hell is Underworld Devil?"

He picked up the pot on the table, poured himself a drink, and drank to his heart's content.

He didn't seem to remember that he had a sister like You Yingyue.

Han Shaoling gradually sensed that something was wrong.

No matter how afraid You Yingyue was of You Wuming, she definitely wouldn't be absent from such an occasion.

He still needed You Yingyue to come out and put on a show of reunion after a long separation. She had to pull him and stand side by side with You Wuming for a while to send a clear political signal to the outside world.

However, the banquet had been going on for so long. Why hadn't You Yingyue come?!

Could it be that something had happened …

An incredible thought flashed through his mind. Han Shaoling's pupils shrank, and he suddenly turned to look at Sang Yuanyuan.

Could it be that she secretly took revenge on You Yingyue?!

Han Shaoling was shocked and his scalp went numb. He couldn't care less about hiding his expression.

Sang Yuanyuan took in his expression. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he smiled calmly at him.

Han Shaoling couldn't tell what this smile meant. Did she have a clear conscience?

Was she fearless?

Or did she not notice the scrutinizing look in his eyes?

He took a deep breath. He felt that the mess in his chest these days seemed to have become more chaotic.

Recently, he had felt impatient from time to time. At this moment, he was worried. He seemed to hear Meng Wuyou's clamor …

That's right.

His mind suddenly trembled.

Ever since he had taken advantage of Meng Wuyou, he would feel shortness of breath from time to time. Occasionally, he would have tinnitus and auditory hallucinations. For a Spiritual Brilliance Realm expert, this was very abnormal.

It was just that there had been too many things happening these days, so he didn't have time to deal with this small problem.

Before he could figure it out, the clamor in his ears grew louder and louder.

The hand hidden in his wide sleeves trembled slightly. He felt that the mess in his chest was pulled out and turned into a wave of evil fire, rushing down without hesitation.

It was like he had been poisoned by some strange drug!

An explosion rang in Han Shaoling's mind.

On the other side, You Wuming seemed to have sensed his thoughts. The white-robed youth raised his cup and said with a smile, "State of Han's King, you should know that I am a person who has no inhibitions.

The subordinate that died just now was actually a remnant of the Qing Clan. If the fake was his sister … Tsk, I hope she hasn't harmed any unlucky people. "

Her eyes were filled with schadenfreude.

Han Shaoling sucked in a breath of cold air.

Cloud Realm had three different clans that were not tolerated by the world. As early as a thousand years ago, the people in power put the three clans on the list of elimination and called them the Three Evils.

After being washed in blood for a thousand years, the Three Evils were only legends left.

The Qing Clan was one of the Three Evils.

Once someone had intercourse with a member of the Qing Clan, they would be infected with an incurable poison. Only he or she was the antidote.

Indulging in pleasure for a while, bound for life.

This was Meng Wuyou's greatest cheat.

Sang Yuanyuan naturally knew that Meng Wuyou was a remnant of the Qing Clan.

From the beginning, she clearly knew that Han Shaoling would not be able to get rid of Meng Wuyou. These two people were destined to be entangled until death.

That was why she purposely half-joked that if she found out that Han Shaoling and Meng Wuyou were still together, she would go back to Sang Province and never have any contact with him again.

The marriage between the two countries was not something that Sang Yuanyuan could separate from just because she wanted to. She could only grab hold of every bargaining chip to make Han Shaoling feel more and more guilty towards her. This way, she would not be too passive.

She didn't think that this matter would be exposed like this.

Originally, she wanted to wait and see a good show — after Han Shaoling found out that he could not leave Meng Wuyou, how he would hide it from her and secretly meet with her.

At that time, if they 'accidentally' bumped into each other, it would definitely be very exciting.

What a pity.

Sang Yuanyuan continued to look down.

Since the matter was already out in the open, then he would let Han Shaoling worry about how to persuade her to accept the fact that he had no choice but to continue doting on Meng Wuyou, which made him uncomfortable.

Fortunately, she did not have any feelings for this man.

She would use this matter to prevent him from getting close to her. Then, she would wait and see. She would take one step at a time.

She tilted her head and glanced at Han Shaoling indifferently.

Han Shaoling did not have time to care about Sang Yuanyuan at the moment.

His chest rose and fell violently, his fists were clenched so tightly that they turned white. There was a forced panic in his eyes — how could he not be shocked?

Just now, Meng Wuyou had almost died.

If she died, when the poison in his body took effect, there would be no antidote.

He would have to be buried with her!

After the shock, anger surged in his heart like a tidal wave. At the same time, he thought of another matter.

He quickly calmed down.

He moved his index finger.

A shadowy person immediately knelt on one knee behind him and said in a low voice: "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Take that Meng Wuyou …" Han Shaoling's voice was indecipherable: "Cut off her nose, tongue, and limbs. Drink the Marrow Cleansing Liquid and tie her to the bed in the Qingliang Palace.

Remember, do not harm her life. I want her to live to a hundred years old. "

The Qingliang Palace was the place Han Shaoling had previously used to hide his mistress in his golden house.

His calm tone was neither loud nor soft, just loud enough for Sang Yuanyuan, who was beside him, to hear.

Sang Yuanyuan only felt her scalp go numb.

This was the power of an emperor!

"Sanger, come here." Han Shaoling called.

His voice seemed to be tainted with the smell of blood.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and stood up calmly. He walked over and sat down beside him.

"Now, you won't blame me for breaking my oath, right?" He gazed at her gently. "Sanger, trust me.

I won't have the slightest bit of romantic feelings for that thing.

I'll only use it occasionally to cure the poison. "

Her voice was dry and hoarse, just like when she was poisoned by the wood poison: "Too cruel."

The corner of his mouth pulled into a cold smile: "You dared to use your body to plot against me, so you have to pay the price.

Sanger, there's no need to plead for that thing. It doesn't matter who pleads for her. "

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly realized that she had underestimated Han Shaoling.

"Sanger," Han Shaoling's voice was heavy: "Stay with me tonight?"

It was a question, but there was no room for her to refuse.

He said: "Your body hasn't recovered yet. I won't touch you."

It was written clearly in his eyes.

I only want to rub against you.