Chapter 105

The coronation and wedding ceremony were set to be held three days later.

After a night of revelry, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan sealed the doors and windows of the palace and took out the Sky Mirror.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and placed her palm flat on the surface of the mirror.

The surface of the mirror shook slightly, and she could clearly feel the aura.

This was an extremely mysterious feeling. If she had to make an analogy, it was as if she was using her brain waves to control a computer.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes. "The Sky Mirror can last for six hours. I only need to find Kang Yanji within six hours, and I will have enough energy to bring her back."

"Is it dangerous?" You Wuming's face did not have a trace of a smile.

"Yes!" Sang Yuanyuan nodded seriously. "I don't know if my body in that world is dead or not.

If it is, I may have to use my ashes to escape from the graveyard. I also have to use my ashes to spell each word in front of Kang Yanji. It is indeed a dangerous and difficult task. "

You Wuming's mouth twitched. "… Little Sang Guo!

Be serious. "

She looked at him faintly. "I ate and ate last night. I begged you to be serious. Did you spare me?"

You Wuming did not feel guilty at all. He pulled her into his arms and pinched her chin. "I indulged you too much."

Sang Yuanyuan quickly begged for mercy. "My body should be in a vegetative state.

After I went over, I quickly escaped from the hospital, found her, and brought her back. It is not difficult!

Trust me! "

"Mm." You Wuming let go of her.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed her palm on the surface of the mirror.

You Wuming did not even blink.

He waited for a long time.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

You Wuming subconsciously held his breath.

However, he saw that there wasn't the slightest bit of intelligence in her eyes. She frowned slightly at him and said, "The Emperor and I have yet to consummate our marriage. It is inappropriate for us to be alone in a hall."

You Wuming: "…"

His dark eyes turned, then turned again.

He suddenly thought of a question — during the six years that Sang Yuanyuan's soul transmigrated to the other world, who was that wooden figure, Princess Sang?

It was none other than the person in front of him.

You Wuming felt his throat go dry. "Who are you?"

She looked even more displeased. "The Emperor is the ruler of the world. Every word and action of yours is a model for the world. How can you be so mischievous?"

You Wuming: "…"

For a moment, he did not know how to react.

She stood up and was about to leave.

You Wuming was rarely anxious. He opened his arms to stop her. "Where are you going?"

The person in front of him clearly had Little Sang Guo's face and body, but from head to toe, there wasn't the slightest trace of her spiritual aura. He was even more like a puppet than a puppet.

He didn't dare to touch her.

She curtsied in a rigid and standard manner. "This concubine is returning to Sang Prefecture to be married.

The Emperor, please don't stop me. "

You Wuming glared at her and moved to the side.

She didn't even look at him. She walked past him in measured steps and headed for the palace door without any reluctance.

You Wuming took a deep breath and knocked her out with a karate chop.

He pulled her into his arms. Then, he thought of something and almost threw her out.

You Wuming: "… F * ck."

Hugging her, he felt like he was betraying his own wife.

If he threw her away, the one who would hurt would be his own wife.

You Wuming felt that it was too difficult for him.

He put her back on the bed and squatted beside it. He stared at her without blinking.

No matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't figure it out.

She looked nothing like the fake Kang Yanji and Meng Wuyou, who were 'transmigrated women'.

What exactly was she?

When he was anxious, time always passed very slowly.

These six hours were the longest six hours of You Wuming's life.

Unknowingly, the sky had already darkened for a long time …

You Wuming jumped up with a start.

The sky was already dark. Six hours had already passed. Why hadn't Little Sang Guo returned yet?!

He sucked in a breath of cold air. In an instant, the murderous intent that erupted from his body almost broke through the roof of the palace.

He strode out of the palace door and asked the palace servants. He found out that a full fourteen hours had passed.

Taking fourteen hours as six hours, it was no wonder it felt so long.

You Wuming felt like he had become an ant in a pot of boiling oil. He also felt like a butterfly with broken wings that had fallen into a spider's web.

He paced around for a long time, then squatted in front of the bed and stared at her sleeping peacefully.

"Little Sang Guo, Little Sang Guo, Little Sang Guo …"

He called out in a low and nervous voice.

His voice was already hoarse.

But she didn't wake up.

You Wuming didn't know how he got through the night. When the sun shone in, he looked at the bright light in a daze. He only felt dizzy.

Everything seemed to have lost its meaning.

Just when he felt like he had become a block of wood or a pool of stagnant water, an extremely soft moan suddenly came from the bed.

He took a deep breath and looked over with widened eyes.

He saw her frowning. He didn't know when one of her hands had covered the back of her neck. She was moaning and groaning, unable to open her eyes.

You Wuming: "…"

He forgot that yesterday he had knocked out that block of wood, Sang Yuanyuan, with a karate chop.

So, she had actually returned long ago. But this body was unconscious …

You Wuming laughed: "Puhahahaha!"

You Wuming angrily: "I'll kill myself!"

Sang Yuanyuan struggled to open her eyes: "You Wuming, what happened to you?"

He rolled his black eyes left and right. "No, I'm fine.

Little Sang Guo, how is it? "

He pretended to be indifferent.

Sang Yuanyuan stared at him for a while, then blinked and said: "Kang Yanji, do whatever you want with her.

Our mother said that she doesn't want that body anymore. "

You Wuming took a very, very slow breath: "You've seen her?"

"Yes."

Sang Yuanyuan's expression was a little indescribable: "She's living quite well in the other world. She's very happy and doesn't want to come back."

You Wuming sneered: "That's good. I don't want to see her either.

If she comes, I'll have to feed another mouth. It'll cost me a lot of money. "

"You're really like her," she muttered softly.

He secretly observed her expression. Like a predator, he quietly moved to her side and pulled her into his arms.

When she came back to her senses, he neatly pressed her into the middle of the bed.

This time, You Wuming didn't let her off the bed.

His long arms wrapped around her and his breath wrapped around her. He stared at her and gritted his teeth: "Let's see where you can run to when we get married!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "?" Run?

Why run?

Why run?

Who wants to run?

She wasn't some little sweetheart who ran away.

She was simply poisonous.

Sang Yuanyuan quickly learned what it meant to hover between life and death.

She knew that he was very fierce in bed, but she didn't expect him to be fierce to this extent.

She didn't even have the chance to properly sleep with him.

She found that there was a strand of white hair secretly stuck in his black hair, but she didn't have the strength to ask. She didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to stroke that strand of white hair.

Her fingers were limp by her side. She felt like she had turned into a puddle of water, allowing him to gather her into various shapes.

She found that he was more carefree in this battle than in any other battle.

You Wuming only realized that he had indulged too much when the ceremonial officer came to urge him.

He had lost track of time.

Both of them had dark circles under their eyes.

With the help of the female attendants, the new Emperor and Empress changed into their heavy wedding attire. They boarded the dragon and phoenix carriage and hurried to the main hall.

Sang Yuanyuan took the opportunity to summon the little face flower and sprinkle a healing mist on her sore body.

From afar, she could feel that the ceremony at the main hall was very grand.

The two of them got off the dragon and phoenix carriage in front of the Jingtian Gate. The female attendants surrounded them, arranged the long tails of their clothes, and then respectfully left.

You Wuming reached out and took Sang Yuanyuan's hand.

"Come."

Although the little face flower had been treated the entire way, there were still some deep and shallow marks on her body that hadn't completely disappeared. Her legs were still weak, and there were still dark circles under her eyes that couldn't be covered with powder.

He had gone too far.

The huge phoenix coronet on her head swayed, as if it couldn't bear the burden.

"I'm afraid there won't be a second pair of newlyweds in this world who will be as miserable as us on their wedding day.

It's all your fault, You Wuming! "

She grumbled angrily.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." He couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes.

The two of them held hands and walked along the white jade corridor to the Tianji Main Hall.

The old decorations had all been removed. The current Imperial Palace Main Hall was a thick and heavy dark green, like a deep giant beast crouching on top of a high level.

Golden drums rumbled on the left and right. The ceremonial officials led the civil and military officials, as well as the feudal princes of the various provinces, to stand on both sides. Although it was daytime, they had already begun to set off fireworks.

You Wuming's lips didn't move, but her voice drifted into Sang Yuanyuan's ears.

"I didn't say that we were going to set off fireworks during the day. Later on, this wasted money will have to be paid by Yun Xuzhou.

You're acting on your own. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

Her lips didn't move, but her voice drifted out. "They've taken care of so much for you. It's fine if you don't pay them, but you want them to pay for it. What's wrong with you?

Later on, we'll use the matter of the underground city to ruthlessly extort Qin Zhou to get this money back. "

You Wuming glanced sideways at her. His eyebrows didn't move, and he said, "Smart!

Once the ceremony is over, I'll immediately take care of this matter! "

"Money grubber."

Sang Yuanyuan carried the bearing of an empress. Her eyebrows were solemn and respectful, but her tone was coquettish, angry, and lazy. You Wuming was in a good mood.

The nobles and generals on the left and right didn't know the inside story. They held their breaths as they watched the ceremony. In their hearts, they felt that the new Emperor was majestic and dignified, and the Emperor and Empress were truly a match made in heaven.

They ascended the stage to offer sacrifices to the heavens, accepted the worship, and appointed the officials. A series of complicated ceremonies took a full twelve hours. Finally, the official business came to an end, and they entered the stage of a grand celebration.

The Emperor and Empress sat high above. To their left and right were the monarchs and their wives. Below them were the civil and military officials.

Melodious classical music surrounded the main hall. Sang Yuanyuan followed You Wuming and received congratulatory wine from all sides. She drank until she was slightly drunk. She smiled and looked down at the joyous scene below.

Sang Zhou's King and his wife were jubilant.

Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou's wedding was near.

Huangfu Xiong brought his wife to the banquet.

Zhang Zhou's King and Ping Zhou's King, who were usually on good terms with You Wuming, were also very happy.

You Yingyue, the widowed Emperor's younger sister, suddenly became a hot topic. In the face of everyone's goodwill, she became a frightened bird. She kept secretly looking at the Emperor and Empress's expressions. She was as timid as a cat.

When the banquet was over, You Wuming asked the nobles and officials to leave first.

He carried Sang Yuanyuan in his arms and carried her all the way back to the bridal chamber from the Tianji Palace.

A full moon hung in the sky. The palace walls were high and deep. Under the moonlight, he didn't look like an Emperor at all. He looked like a proud bridegroom.

The bedchamber was warm and red.

The two of them drank wine and bowed to each other according to the etiquette.

The phoenix coronet was so big that it almost poked You Wuming's eyes.

The two of them laughed, took off their heavy clothes, and hugged each other as they fell into the fiery red bedding.

After kissing for a while, she picked out the strand of white hair on his head.

"I came back a night late. I made you worry, didn't I?"

Poor Sang Yuanyuan didn't know that You Wuming, this fool, had knocked her out and then made himself anxious for an entire night.

She thought that there was something wrong with the Tian Yan Mirror and that the flow of time on both sides had changed.

You Wuming would never admit to such a shameful thing even if he was beaten to death.

He said indifferently, "No, it's the effect of refining the Dark Bone."

He braced himself and made up a story.

"Ah, so it's like that." Sang Yuanyuan said, "Then won't it be completely white in the future?"

You Wuming: "…" What to do, what to do?

Let's interrupt first.

His black eyes turned. "It's a small matter. I'll think of a way to solve it.

Oh right, Little Sang Guo, when your soul left, I saw that blockhead Sang Yuanyuan. "

You Wuming recounted the events of that day.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. "I understand.

If a person loses their self-awareness, their subconscious will control their body and go with the flow, living as they should in the eyes of the world.

It's not that it's bad, it's just boring. "

She curved her eyes, and a smile bloomed on her lips.

"Mm."

He pressed against her forehead, and his large hands started to play naughty tricks. "It's really interesting to eat this kind of fruit."

… …

The Emperor kept Huangfu Xiong for one more day.

When they left the Imperial Palace, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan personally came to see them off, which made Huangfu Xiong feel overwhelmed.

"Come."

You Wuming found a clean grassy slope and took the lead to sit down.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled and leaned against his side. Ou Zi and Short Ming bounced to the side of the two, and the family of four looked at Huangfu Xiong with a smile.

Huangfu Xiong stared blankly with his mouth open, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Come and sit down. Listen to the story." You Wuming smiled faintly, and took out a few bottles of wine from behind him.

Green plum spirit wine.

Huangfu Xiong sat down blankly, listening to Little Master Ming's story in a daze.

He picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Made, made into a puppet?" Huangfu Xiong was dazed. "Little Master Ming is so pitiful."

When he heard that the adulterous couple had worked together to kill the father and son, he really wanted to pull out the adulterous couple and cut them into a thousand pieces.

Then he realized who the adulterous man was.

He was at a loss.

It was as if a tower of happiness had collapsed in his heart, and then a tower of pain had collapsed. Two completely different kinds of dust mixed together, sharpening his heart. He couldn't taste anything.

He was dazed for a moment, and then asked a question he already knew the answer to. "You are the storyteller from before.

Xiao Zhong's revenge … "

"Yes." You Wuming calmly looked at him.

There was no need to say it. Huangfu Xiong could already guess the whole story.

From the beginning, it was deceit and use.

He felt that he should take revenge, but he couldn't summon any strength.

It wasn't because of the difference in cultivation, but because his heart had become a pile of loose sand.

Ou Zi staggered in front of him, spat out a small memory bead, and placed it at Huangfu Xiong's feet.

Huangfu Xiong twisted it.

That day in the center of the army, he hadn't seen the scene inside. Was it necessary to see it today?

After a long time, he closed his fingers.

The memory bead crumbled into powder.

"Two lives in exchange for two lives." Huangfu Xiong turned his back, and his voice drifted out. "You Wuming, the Eastern Province is even with you.

From now on, there is no debt or grudge between us. "

"Good."

After a long while, Huangfu Xiong took a deep breath, turned around, and knelt down on one knee. "Emperor, take care. Huangfu Xiong still has the important task of guarding the Eastern Front, so I will take my leave first!"

An extremely complicated teardrop appeared in the corner of the bear-like man's eyes.

He walked for a while, lonely. Suddenly, his clothes were tugged.

A little doll grabbed his clothes and climbed up his chest. The little wooden arms wrapped around his thick neck, and its little face came up and kissed him on the cheek.

Huangfu Xiong: QAQ

You Wuming's voice drifted over. "Huangfu Xiong, you've spoiled my short-lived mouth. Every half a month, I'll let it go with me to the Eastern Province to have a meal."

Huangfu Xiong: "!!!"

Huangfu Xiong: "Yes."

The eight-foot-tall man ran away with tears in his eyes.

After sending off Huangfu Xiong, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan went to the dungeon to 'visit' Kang Yanji.

Kang Yanji no longer had the aura of an empress.

She knew that You Wuming wouldn't let her go. This lunatic was thinking of ways to torture her.

The torment of the past few days had worn away the last of her spirit. Her hair looked even thinner, and after her cultivation had been destroyed, she was faintly showing signs of aging.

You Wuming took out the Heaven Evolution Mirror.

He moved closer to Kang Yanji, looking friendly and polite.

He said, "Now, I'm going to refine you and this mirror together. It might be a little painful, but it'll take a long time. Bear with it.

If you can't bear it … then there's nothing you can do. "

Kang Yanji wanted to back away, but she bumped into the wall.

You Wuming's voice became even gentler. "If I fail, you and the mirror will be burned into a pile of ashes."

He rubbed his fingers together and gestured slightly. "Here, just a little bit."

Kang Yanji shuddered.

You Wuming's lips curved, and his smile was as warm as the spring breeze. "Do you want me to succeed?"

Kang Yanji looked at him in horror.

You Wuming said, "If I succeed, the mirror will still be burned into ashes, and only the mirror core will be left. And your soul will be captured by me and locked in the mirror core. I'll chip away at it a little bit every day, and one day, it will completely turn into a pile of ashes.

Come, guess if I'll succeed or fail? "

He turned to Kang Yanji with a smile.

He smiled like a little angel.

"I bet I'll succeed!"

Soon, inhuman screams came from the dungeon.

… …

After ascending the throne, You Wuming was like an incapable ruler, and didn't like to pay much attention to court affairs.

Sang Yuanyuan tried to persuade him a few times, but he perfunctorily gathered everyone for a meeting.

Just like that, unknowingly, states of all sizes handed over their ruler's seals and bowed their heads.

"You Wuming, can we be considered to have turned history back on the right track?"

"Maybe?"

"But if this continues, there will soon be a world-destroying disaster."

You Wuming snorted disdainfully.

She changed her position and lazily lay on his lap.

"Cloud Realm now looks much better than before, so why would it still be destroyed?

Do you think 'those people outside' came in to destroy us? "

"En." He carelessly stroked her hair. "It's fine.

In a few years, I will be able to completely refine the Nether Bone in the cauldron. "

She nodded and hugged him.

She had also participated in the refining process.

Her ability to empathize had always been very strong. When refining the Nether Bone, she could faintly sense the remaining emotions in the Nether Bone.

The 'Nether' was the core of extremely pure light. It swam freely and scattered warmth and light to the entire world. That was originally a bright and beautiful world of endless energy.

But the greedy humans were not satisfied. They imprisoned the Nether and crazily extracted energy from them, causing them to develop mental demons.

Then, the humans threw these mental demons into other worlds like trash.

How vile.

The pain and resentment of the Nether all originated from humans. Without the greed of humans, there would not be the land and living beings that the Nether Demons poisoned.

That cruelty and greed were the true source of all evil.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that You Wuming already had an idea and planned to do something.

Once he had an idea, he would not dismiss it.

The enemies that You Wuming targeted would definitely regret coming to this world. Sang Yuanyuan was very certain of this.

She occasionally suspected that the self-sacrificing Cloud Realm Nether Race originated from the divinity of the Nether Bone.

This finger bone had been suppressed here for tens of thousands of years. The divinity of unwillingness and hope had finally completely awakened in a certain person, creating a genius.

However, this was something that could never be verified.

In any case, no matter what he wanted to do, she would support him unconditionally. That was right.

… …

Suddenly, You Wuming mysteriously leaned over to Sang Yuanyuan's ear one day.

"Curious fruit!

I'll take you out to play. "

Now, he could truly soar in the sky.

He took her and flew down the Nether Abyss.

Thunder and lightning exploded around them. You Wuming's laughter was arrogant and unbridled.

The wind blew past her face. Sang Yuanyuan felt like she was passing through endless years and stories.

In the end.

Below the Nether Abyss was an endless crimson land and sky.

The land was covered in nether demons.

Looking from here, Cloud Realm's Eighteen Prefectures was just a mountain surrounded by lightning. The light of the Nether Bone faintly seeped out of the mountain, attracting the nether demons that covered the entire world to climb up the mountain.

The land was endless. You Wuming flew for a long time but did not see any borders.

The entire world was filled with nether demons.

This place was too big. Looking from afar, Cloud Realm's Eighteen Prefectures was like a small mountain in a sea of demons.

"If we destroy them all, there will be many years of peace up there," Sang Yuanyuan muttered to herself as she rubbed her chin.

She focused and sensed for a moment.

"There is a lot of rotten cotton underground."

You Wuming understood and slowly raised the corner of his lips.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath. Her mind followed the rotten cotton vines and spread towards the endless crimson land.

She exerted all her strength, and one after another, huge black and red cotton flowers crawled out from the pile of nether devils. The cotton buds exploded, and strands of fluffy, rotten cotton jumped out from the cotton buds. It looked very flammable.

You Wuming fell straight down. Holding his blade in a reverse grip, he stabbed it into the ground.

His eyes burned with black flames. That kind of pure flame, it was impossible to tell if it was water or fire.

The black flames flowed along the blade's hilt and through the blade. In an instant, it exploded.

The flames roiled and spread in all directions, igniting the fluffy rotten cotton. The fire grew stronger and stronger. The nether demons seemed to fall into an endless purgatory, unable to struggle as they turned into endless black ash.

The black ash came in circles with the two as the center and spread towards the endless land.

You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan looked at each other.

The two's eyes were filled with flames, the flames on their bodies slowly dissipating.

The world was filled with raging flames, nether demons, and nether demon corpses.

Between heaven and earth, there was no human civilization. There was only a lonely mountain in the distance and two pyromaniacs.

Oh, fate.

So that was it.

(End of text)

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, there will be a new chapter.

First chapter, Sang Yuanyuan went to the modern world to look for Kang Yanji.

(Modern drama, so it's included in this chapter.)

Second chapter, if the little gongzi didn't turn black (Top, Middle, Bottom) (Change position and eat the fruit again.

Let go of all kinds of nonsense warnings.)

February 6th, a new chapter, "This damned Asura Field!"

The big shots of the Three Realms suddenly realized that the new junior sister of the Celestial Sect, Yu Chuyue, had the same face as the number one beauty who had died a hundred years ago.

That person was the white moonlight of the big shots, the mole in their hearts, the bosom friend, and the good sister.

Thus, Yu Chuyue was forced to activate the Substitute Asura Field.

The Righteous Sword Venerable said, "Woman, recognize your identity. You can only be her substitute forever."

The Demon Realm Master said, "Should I refine you into a puppet and let this face smile at me forever?"

The Tyrannical Demon King said, "Heh, give birth to a child that looks like her, then you can die."

Yu Chuyue (Top Student Face) said, "Sorry, our Celestial Sect forbids puppy love. Moreover, that group of old men and women are super good at fighting!"

Finally, one day, Yu Chuyue had no choice but to tell her secret to the Eldest Senior Brother who looked as noble as ice but had a heart as black as ice.

"Actually, I'm the woman who had perished together with the First Senior Immortal. Consider it?"

The cold man smiled like a demon. "What a coincidence, I'm the one who died in the same cave as you."

* The female lead is not a green tea

*1v1，he

* The real big shot male lead wearing a black vest * I'm my substitute, the mantis shrimp female lead