Chapter 91

Han Shaoling, who was leaning against the wall of the cave, slowly raised his head and looked at Sang Yuanyuan.

It has been about a month since You Wuming knocked Han and Meng into the underground river.

During this time, You Wuming refined the lightning and the Colorful Broken Mirror. Your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and your injuries have already healed.

You even killed a Huangfu Jun.

Looking at Han Shaoling again, she found that he looked even worse than before.

Pus had already formed around the broken arm. When he stepped into the cave, he could smell a strong stench of decay. After falling into the underground river full of Nether Demons with such a wound and staying in the damp and dark underground for so long, the wound would naturally worsen.

Sang Yuanyuan threw a little face flower at his head. She checked with the Spirit Containment Vine and found that Han Shaoling's internal organs had been soaked in the colorful light. His heart meridians had been corroded by the body poison of the Qing clan. There was no saving him.

"Sanger, I dreamed of you again."

Han Shaoling moved his dry lips and murmured, "I vaguely heard your voice just now … I knew that you were going to meet me in my dream again.

Good, good, I haven't had such a beautiful dream for a long time. "

"Oh?

Is it beautiful? "You Wuming happily showed his handsome face.

Han Shaoling: "… I take back what I said just now. So it was a nightmare."

You Wuming lowered his head and smiled. He walked to Han Shaoling and sat down next to him. He leaned against the wall next to him and raised his chin at him.

"Hey, where's that wild woman of yours?

Did she leave you and run away? "

"Why should I tell you? You Wuming." Han Shaoling wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Stay away from me. You smell weird."

The corner of You Wuming's mouth twitched as he raised his arm and sniffed it suspiciously.

"There's no smell."

He seriously defended himself. "Although I haven't bathed for a few days, I came from under the glacier and didn't sweat much.

You're the one who smells weird. You're covered in blood, pustules, and stinky sweat. "

Sang Yuanyuan lightly shook his head as a faint smile appeared on his lips.

She knew that the weird smell Han Shaoling was referring to You Wuming's temperament.

Han Shaoling smiled weakly.

He raised his hand and waved it.

"You Wuming, You Wuming, ha, haha, I didn't expect that I would dream of you before I died. You Wuming, you, and you.

You Wuming really isn't like you.

What, what are you waiting for? "

You Wuming chuckled lightly, "Count yourself lucky.

I just killed Huangfu Jun, so I don't want to kill you now. "

"Pfft!" Han Shaoling laughed mercilessly. "You want to kill HuangFu Jun? Dream on!

How strong is the Eastern State Army? How strong is You Wuming?

I was careless, that's why I fell into your trap. "

"That's where you're wrong." You Wuming said seriously. "You weren't careless. You didn't know your own limits."

Han Shaoling sneered. "Didn't know my own limits?

In just a short month, my cultivation level soared by five levels. This speed is beyond the reach of mortals … How could I expect you to break through?

You Wuming, that's just luck! "

You Wuming leaned his head against the cave wall. "You don't understand what I'm talking about."

"What are you talking about?"

You Wuming glanced at him sympathetically. "I was able to break through because of Little Sang Guo.

I know my limits. I know that I can't do without Little Sang Guo. That's why I treated Little Sang Guo well. She gave me more and more blessings. "

Hearing him mention Sang Yuanyuan, Han Shaoling couldn't help but focus his slightly unfocused gaze. He looked at the beautiful woman who was standing at the side. She seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light.

"Sanger …"

You Wuming sneered. "And you, you obviously relied on a woman, but you didn't dare to admit it. Now, Meng Wuyou, the one who saved your life and gave you opportunities, has run away. You can just wait for your death!"

His eyes were filled with gloating mockery.

Han Shaoling immediately became angry. "She went with the Underworld Demon King to save me!"

You Wuming glanced sideways at Sang Yuanyuan and blinked his right eye.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" You Wuming's trick was the longest one she had ever seen.

"Go ahead and make it up."

You Wuming laughed lightly. "What Underworld Demon King? I've never heard of him. Hey, Han Shaoling, where are people? When it's time to admit defeat, just admit defeat. What's the point of being stubborn?"

"Who's being stubborn?"

Han Shaoling struggled and said, "I admit that Meng Wuyou helped me a lot. But did I need her help?

If she didn't hide her identity as a member of the Qing Clan to scheme against me, why would I have to waste so much time on her?

You Wuming, do you know what I regret the most in my life? It's touching that Meng Wuyou! "

He coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of yellow blood. His emotions became more agitated. "If it were you, how good would you be?

Let me ask you, are you a man?! "

You Wuming raised his eyes. "Of course I am!"

Han Shaoling tilted his head at him. "Then if you were alone, the moonlight was good, the wind was good, the wine was good, and the temperature was just right. On such a night, a beautiful woman climbed into your bed. If you were a man, wouldn't you touch her?

Tell me, are you a man or not?! "

You Wuming's black eyes slowly turned. "What you said doesn't make sense.

I have Little Sang Guo. How could I be alone? "

"What if you didn't?!"

Han Shaoling clicked his tongue. "You Wuming, tell me, what would you do if you accidentally touched a woman from the Qing Clan?!

Hm?

If you don't touch her, are you waiting for death? "

You Wuming seriously pondered for a while.

"Tell me, You Wuming, answer me!

Are you willing to wait for death and not touch her again?

Stop being such a hypocrite! "Han Shaoling laughed." You're so fake, I'm going to look down on you. "

"I'm a person," You Wuming said slowly. "I hate being coerced.

No matter what kind of coercion it is.

If someone dared to scheme against me, I'd kill him on the spot. "

"Pfft!" Han Shaoling said disdainfully. "You're making it up.

If you kill her, what will you do if the poison in your body acts up? "

"I'll endure it."

You Wuming's face revealed a cynical smile. "If the pain makes me irritable, I'll go look for my enemy and destroy them together."

Han Shaoling looked at him seriously and shook his head. "I forgot, You Wuming, you're a lunatic!"

"Yup, being a lunatic is good." You Wuming smiled dazzlingly. "Realistic!"

"Can you leave now?" Han Shaoling sighed. "Let Sanger come over and talk to me."

You Wuming disagreed on the spot. "We're not done yet!

Hey, you said that Meng Wuyou climbed into your bed of her own accord?

Didn't you say that you raped her! "

Han Shaoling glanced at him. "You Wuming, can't you tell if a woman is half-hearted or stubborn?

Have you never touched another woman before? "

You Wuming: "…"

He stared at Han Shaoling with his dark eyes, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

Tell me the truth, it's so embarrassing!

Tell a lie, what if Little Sang Guo takes it seriously? Won't I be dead!

"Anyway, your woman ran away." You Wuming straightened his neck.

"I told you, she left with the Demon King to save me."

"Liar!"

"Why would I lie to you?"

They went back to the original topic.

You Wuming pretended to think for a while. "She ran away with someone else to save you, leaving you here to die?

Do you even believe your own words? "

"She'll definitely find a way to come back."

"You're saying that Meng Chao bewitched the so-called Underworld Demon King and asked for the medicine to save you?

Han Shaoling, I really don't know which one of you I should sympathize with.

Come, tell me, what does the Demon King look like? It only has one eye, one tongue, and it's sticky all over. Tsk, that woman of yours has quite a heavy taste. "

Han Shaoling shook his head. "This one has grown skin.

It doesn't look much different from a human.

It can speak a little, calls itself the Demon King, and its strength is unfathomable.

I've seen it leaping onto that thing outside as if it was walking on flat ground! "

You Wuming narrowed his eyes. "And then, it fell in love with your woman at first sight?"

Han Shaoling: "… Yes."

His appearance could be said to be very humiliating.

Sang Yuanyuan silently listened at the side, and the scratches and fingerprints he saw on the inner wall of the black metal wall surfaced in his mind.

It must be the masterpiece of the Demon King.

Nether Demon King … What was that?

Could the key to unlocking this mystery be on its body?

"Han Shaoling, don't you find it strange?"

You Wuming said with good intentions. "Look at our Little Sang Guo, isn't it eighteen days ahead of your Meng Wuyou?

Then why is it that every male must revolve around that woman of yours?

She doesn't even let the Demon King off.

Why haven't I seen anyone shamelessly pester my fruit? Oh, except for you. "

Han Shaoling: "…" He wanted to get angry, but he didn't know where to start.

"Alright, You Wuming, isn't it enough that you've harmed me so much? Did you deliberately come into my dream just to continue humiliating me?"

You Wuming clicked his tongue and said, "You're the one who's thinking about me, dreaming about me at night. How can you blame me?

Hey, don't you find it strange?

That woman, what right does she have? "

Han Shaoling looked as if he didn't know what to do with him, and sighed deeply. "If you want to say it like that, then I did find something strange.

It's just that, every time I wanted to find trouble with her, I would always unconsciously roll onto the bed with her. "

He raised his hand and pointed at the colorful light that covered the sky outside the cave. "I feel that her body also has this kind of light that makes people dizzy and want her.

Perhaps others are like this too. "

You Wuming tilted his head and looked at Sang Yuanyuan.

Hearing Han Shaoling's words, Sang Yuanyuan immediately understood.

After such a long time, what Mary Sue, what innate affinity, what everyone gave her the green light, it was all because of this colorful light.

Speaking of 'fate', perhaps only the 'love at first sight' between her and the Nether Demon could be considered a real karmic relationship. She had been in contact with the seven-colored light for so long that the moment the Nether Demon King saw her, it discovered something familiar about this human.

"Meng Wuyou won't come back again." You Wuming calmly turned his head and looked at Han Shaoling.

"She will come back." Han Shaoling smiled confidently.

You Wuming leisurely crossed his arms and didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore.

"She won't."

Sang Yuanyuan sighed and walked closer. "Han Shaoling, didn't you notice that after you fell into the river, her heaven-defying luck disappeared.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have had to work so hard all the way here. Her clothes are torn and her Spiritual Essence is exhausted.

Moreover, after such a long journey, we didn't even see the most common medicine to stop bleeding. "

Han Shaoling's gaze was complicated. "Sanger, you're willing to talk to me?

Isn't it normal that there's nothing underground? "

"But, Meng Wuyou used to be able to pick up rare treasures no matter where you were."

Han Shaoling nodded blankly. "Yes.

It's really unimaginable. "

"That's because of the mirror in her hand."

Sang Yuanyuan squatted beside him and said, "Someone is using this mirror to continuously transfer a mysterious amount of luck to her."

Han Shaoling's eyes widened slightly. "Is it the mirror that you took away last time?"

"Yes." Sang Yuanyuan sighed. "Do you know that the so-called luck is the luck of all living beings in this world?

Every time Meng Wuyou uses it, the common people will have less of it. So, you see, when she 'picked up' ten thousand years old Spiritual Essence to help you recover and advance, the 'Tide Surge' all over the world.

She attracted lightning to save your life from You Wuming, and the 'Tide Surge' that's hard to come by even in a thousand years appeared. "

"After that, the two of you fell into the abyss. In order to save your lives, the person standing behind her directly transferred a boundless amount of Qi into that mirror … You probably don't know what happened after that, right?

The Underworld Demon Tsunami that was hundreds of feet tall attacked the entire territory at the same time. "Sang Yuanyuan's gaze revealed some sympathy.

"After that, Meng Wuyou lost the mirror. There were no more opportunities and luck that descended from the heavens to help you overcome your difficulties.

You can only rely on yourselves.

State of Han King, has it been a long, long time since you've experienced the feeling of having to rely on your own two hands and struggling to move forward?

On the other hand, the outside world is calm and peaceful. Humans have defeated the Underworld Demons and temporarily protected their homeland. "

Han Shaoling was shocked speechless. He stared blankly at her.

"Is, is this really a dream?

What you said, why … is it so hard for me to refute … "

He was absent-minded for a moment, and then he spat out several mouthfuls of yellow blood. "So, Meng Wuyou will be killed by the Underworld Demon King if she doesn't have any more luck?

No wonder You Wuming said she won't come back. "

Sang Yuanyuan said, "I don't know if she can keep her life.

However, if she uses her previous experience with you to deal with the Underworld Demon King, I think her chances of survival aren't too high.

It's even more impossible for the Underworld Demon King to turn a small love into a big love, to fulfill the love between you and her, and then let her come back with the medicine to save you. "

Han Shaoling laughed loudly. "What a good 'turn a small love into a big love', hahahaha!

You're talking about that Pavilion Master Qiao Yinyue of the Yin Moon Pavilion, right? That stupid pig really made me laugh to death! "

Sang Yuanyuan didn't know who Qiao Yinyue was, but she knew that he was definitely one of the many pursuers of Meng Wuyou.

"It's the Assassination Pavilion that set up the ambush in Zhang Province." Han Shaoling waved his hand. "It's not important anymore."

His gaze was absent-minded for a moment.

"Sanger, tell me again.

Is it really because of me that the entire realm is in danger and disaster again and again?

Is this true?

You're not lying to me, right? "

Sang Yuanyuan looked into his eyes and nodded. "I'm not lying to you.

In the end, the Underworld Demon Tsunami destroyed many states, but it's no longer a big problem now. "

"Many people died, right?" Han Shaoling's lips curled into a bitter smile, and yellow blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, but everyone has more experience in dealing with the Underworld Demons."

Sang Yuanyuan seemed to have thought of something, and a glowing smile appeared on her face. "As long as it doesn't destroy the human race, it will only make us stronger."

"How's the State of Korea?

Without me, the State of Korea … "Han Shaoling furrowed his brows.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled. "The State of Korea is very good.

Your cousin, Han Shaofeng, is very calm, and managed to hold on. "

"That's good." Han Shaoling's face curled into a smile, and there was relief and self-mockery.

"In this world, who can't do without?" He muttered.

"Yes." Sang Yuanyuan agreed. "Everything should be allowed to happen naturally.

This is the true way of the heavens.

Forcefully gathering the providence to someone will only backfire and become a source of trouble. "

"That's right."

Han Shaoling laughed. "Sanger, if I had known that I would steal the heavens' luck and bring about so many disasters, I would have killed Meng Wuyou with my own hands, and then killed myself with my sword!

Believe me. "

"I believe you." Sang Yuanyuan nodded lightly.

People like Han Shaoling and Huangfu Jun, although they were enemies, she knew that they were true heroes in their bones.

For the common people, for the human race, they were willing to sacrifice themselves.

"Alright, as long as you believe me.

Sanger, if possible, please set things right for the common people! "Han Shaoling smiled slightly, but his gaze suddenly froze.

You Wuming tilted her head to look. "He cut off his own heart.

Let's go. "

The two stepped out of the cave.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but look back.

"Little Sang Guo!" You Wuming glared at her fiercely.

"Actually, I'm really not that close with him …" Sang Yuanyuan sighed softly. "I just feel that it's a pity.

He and Huangfu Jun are actually heroes who protect Cloud Realm. "

Han Shaoling and You Wuming actually didn't have any irreconcilable grudges, but unfortunately, he had already been infected by the seven-colored light and the poison of the Qing Clan. Even Sang Yuanyuan was powerless to save him.

"Mm.

Let's go. "You Wuming pulled her into his arms.

Following the tunnel, the two quickly found the mouth of the abyss in Cloud Prefecture. Now that You Wuming's wings had become more proficient, flying over the mouth of the abyss was a piece of cake.

… …

Ji City.

"General Zhenxi, Ji Prefecture's King requests an audience again!"

"I won't see him." Huangfu Xiong's lips were slightly pale. He sat alone under the window, his gaze dazed.

Mobilizing an army of eight hundred thousand wasn't something that could be done overnight.

He had to wait in Ji Prefecture.

A few days ago, his heart felt like it had been thrown into a pot of oil, frying and frying. After waiting for a few days, it had cooled down.

Kang Yanji had tried to contact him countless times, but Huangfu Xiong had refused, claiming that he was sick.

He knew himself.

When he heard that vicious woman's voice, he definitely wouldn't be able to hold back his bellyful of curses.

He couldn't do it now.

More than half of the army hadn't arrived yet, so he couldn't fight.

These days, Huangfu Xiong didn't dare to recall Huangfu Jun's voice and smile.

In his life, Huangfu Jun had always been like a lighthouse, guiding him, leading him, a bright light, and also a harbor.

Although he didn't think about it, no matter where he was, Huangfu Xiong would always have the illusion that he had lost his light and was trapped in a thick darkness, unable to break free or shake it off.

Strand after strand of white hair appeared on his head.

As a Spiritual Brilliance Realm powerhouse, he was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sometimes, when he sat like this, in a daze, he saw his end. He knew that his power was like a collapsing mountain, that it was impossible to fight against such a vicious and insidious woman. Even Big Brother lost, didn't he?

But he immediately cheered himself on.

Next to him was the ending of "Xiao Zhong's Revenge" that the gentleman had sent over not long ago.

It was like a life-saving straw.

"Xiao Zhong can do it, so can I!"

But his chest was still blocked. He opened his mouth and spat out bloody phlegm.

It was as if he had sunk into a quagmire that he couldn't break free from.

His hatred was as deep as the sea, and he should be advancing courageously, but his emotions were always gloomy and defeated. The longer he dragged it out, the more powerless he felt.

Huangfu Xiong had been a leader for many years. He knew that a leader's aura was enough to affect the entire army.

If he, the leader, was like this, then there was no need to talk about the soldiers under his command.

"Can I really fight against her?" Huangfu Xiong's eyes gradually turned turbid. "If the heavens have eyes, can they give me a hint?

Do I, Huangfu Xiong, really have any hope of avenging my elder brother in this life?! "

"Tut, tut, tut."

A very clear and cheerful sound came from outside the hall.

Huangfu Xiong's eyes opened slightly, and he tilted his head to look.

He was stunned and absent-minded.

"What, what …"

A little doll that was slightly taller than his knee was wobbling towards him.

It had an empty gray kasaya hanging on its body, and a big "Fu" character was pasted on its chest. A string of transparent amber prayer beads hung around its neck. The big bead at the bottom knocked on its small wooden belly, making a clear and pleasant sound.

"Tut, tut, tut."

Two huge black eyes were embedded in its pale little face. It had a small nose and a red mouth. Its smile was beautiful and sweet.

It opened its arms and wobbled to Huangfu Xiong's feet, and stopped moving.

"What is this?!"

Huangfu Xiong blinked hard, jumped down from the low couch by the window, and squatted in front of the doll.

… It's still too tall.

His body was huge, and when he squatted down, he could only see the top of the doll's black hair.

Huangfu Xiong tilted his butt and sat down.

… It's still too tall.

The doll waved its two small arms, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"Do you want a hug?" Huangfu Xiong blurted out.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he was stunned.

The men of the Eastern Province had always adhered to the tradition of "love is harm." They focused on tempering their children (especially their sons). Jun fathers rarely expressed love for their children.

For example, Huangfu Jun threw Huangfu Du far away and didn't ask him anything. He only put pressure on him and entrusted him with important tasks.

In the eyes of the men of the Eastern Province, this was the deepest fatherly love. This was love!

Huangfu Xiong was the same.

He had never hugged his son before. He had always imitated his elder brother and put on a cold face, as if his own son owed him money for eight lifetimes.

But at this moment, facing such a strange doll of unknown origin, he actually blurted out the words' I want a hug '.

He couldn't even protect his integrity in his old age!

The doll in front of him suddenly raised its small face, and a pair of pitch-black eyes blinked twice at him. Its eyelashes fluttered, and it looked like it wanted to kill him.

A pair of small arms flapped twice again.

Huangfu Xiong: "… The Boy Who Delivers Fortune?!"

This was the first time in Huangfu Xiong's life that he felt "the favor of the heavens."

Just when he was at his most confused, helpless, confused, and lonely moment, something completely illogical appeared beside him!

If this wasn't a sign from the heavens, what else could it be?!

With a serious expression, Huangfu Xiong stretched out his large hands, grabbed the doll's small body, and picked it up.

"I have to check carefully to see if it's a hidden weapon."

The doll's lips parted, revealing two rows of beautiful, slightly pointy white teeth.

Huangfu Xiong: "…"

If there was a way to die in this world called "death by cuteness," Huangfu Xiong felt that he could die with a smile on his face.

Like a thief, he carried the doll to the low couch. Although he knew that there was no one else in the hall, he still looked around vigilantly.

Then, he used his beard to rub a circle around the doll's beautiful little face.

The doll: * ugh *

Show me how fierce you are!

Faced with the angry Ou Zi, who suddenly bared her little sharp teeth, Huangfu Xiong felt that his soul had left his body.

"Ahhh — — I'm going to die from pity!" (So cute)

This loud roar alarmed the guards outside the hall.

The guards all knew that the Great General had been depressed for many days.

Hearing this sudden roar, the guards were so frightened that they rushed in without asking any questions.

"General?!" The guards unsheathed their large swords with a clang.

Huangfu Xiong jumped in fright.

He put on a protective posture and hugged the doll close to his chest. Then, he glared fiercely at his personal guard.

The two of them stared at each other.

"Is … is the General alright?"

"What could possibly happen?!

Get out! "

Huangfu Xiong hurriedly chased the guard away. When he looked down, the little cutie in his arms had disappeared.

Huangfu Xiong: "???" Was it an illusion?!

He turned his head and saw a small piece of gray cloth peeking out from behind the low couch. A small hand reached out and with a whoosh, pulled the cloth back and hid it.

Huangfu Xiong: "!!!"