After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

How can you say such a shameful dream? !

When he recovered, he found his mouth closed.

Moreover, he has never called him \'lord\'.

"Huh?" Youyou Lazy responded, "You want?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." No, I don\'t want to.

She opened her eyes strenuously, feeling that the mountain on her eyelids seemed to be squeezing a big mountain, struggling for a while, and then barely stretched out a seam of eyes.

Seen dimly, a petite woman in a white dress stood pitifully on the edge of the bed, bowing slightly, staring at the lifeless.

In her eyes, there were a few strange starlights.

It was Fang who quietly picked the fire candle, prepared the warm tea, and prepared a pair of clothes for Sang.

"Don\'t you want to try it, as you saw in the slave camp today...I would like to do anything for the lord. Do you not want to try it?" Shuang\'er gently licked the lips like flowers.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Why use my voice to say this? The degree of shame almost burst. And this scale is too large to accept incompetence.

She seemed extremely sleepy, and her whole body was like mud, unable to move.

Like a spectator, watching the woman rescued in the daytime, imitating his own voice, seduce the lifeless.

It turned out that...

What supernatural events, what fate. No wonder this whole day, people are muddled, as if they have lost their souls.

What is this strange fascination? !

Sang Yuan\'s consciousness became more sober, but his body still did not struggle.

Her fingers touched the lifeless robe, but she couldn\'t even pull the strength of his clothes.

He could only watch him leaning sideways, slightly tilting his face, and said lazily: "Come yourself."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Please don\'t expand the lower limit at will!

The woman took a step closer, the starlight in her eyes turned faster, as if deepening control.

"Um..." She slowly raised her hands and undressed.

At first sight, the perfect body appeared before Youming.

At this moment, her face changed slightly, and suddenly exclaimed a little.

The fascination on his face was even stronger, and the voice was actually a kind of repellent, just like what Youwu Ming did to her.

Sang moved his eyes in disbelief.

She was pretty sure that Yumei\'s two hands were very honest and did not touch the woman. His right hand was on the frontal side, and his left hand was on his knees, his posture was a little bit wild and wild.

"Ah!" the woman cried again.

This time, the voice was even more straightforward.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Although Youmei was really beautiful, and her half-open chest was also charming, but you can\'t see this virtue if you look at it with your eyes?

Short exclamations are more frequent.

Sang heard his old face flushed from afar, so embarrassed.

For this acting, she was a bit willing to conquer.

It\'s just like being able to stand in good order... It\'s really a person!

After being called by Shuang\'er for a while, Yumie slowly said: "Shuang\'er, what are you doing? Hmm?"

Sang Yuan jumped in his heart-it turned out that he was not confused, he knew that this woman is a twin.

She found the tone seemed familiar.

He asked her today in this hypnotic tone, what about Han Shaolin? Sang Yuan\'s head was more sober.

Then they saw the dudes replying blankly: "I am seduce the lord."

"Oh?" You Wuming asked quietly, "Did you have this thought from the beginning?"

Shuang\'er shook his head: "At first I just wanted my wife to rescue me and being her maidservant was better than being tortured in a slave camp."

"When did you get a nasty look?" You Wumei flicked her knee carelessly.

"It is said that the prince is a madman who is not close to the female, but I see the prince is very spoiled by his wife. Presumably the rumor is untrue. The prince actually likes women."

You Wuming chuckled: "Continue."

"As long as the prince mistakes me for a wife and asks me, I can step into the sky and become a human being. Afterwards, I only said that I was innocent and forced by the prince. It will not embarrass me. I will definitely be more loved by the lord in the future, because I am on the bed, much more powerful than my wife, I can do anything."

"If the lady can\'t get used to me, I will use the trick to keep her ill."

She spoke her heart honestly.

"Then did you succeed?" Youyou\'s voice was murky.

"Successful, just..."

You Wuming chuckled loudly, interrupting her: "Look carefully, the person who makes you want to die is my Yumei, or the dead ghost in that pit?"

Shuang\'er\'s eyes rolled very slowly, and after a while, an extremely harsh scream came out.

Youming\'s voice seemed to quench the poison: "Since you are so reluctant, go and accompany him."

A clear ray of light appeared in the misty eyes of the two children, and she began to struggle, as if drowning.

"Blood...Pulse...Suppress, how, how..."

She uttered a few words intermittently.

Youwu Ming tapped her knees lightly: "Go."

The clear rays of light in Shuang\'er\'s eyes seemed to be pulled into the abyss. Her eyes became completely stiff, and she nodded very slowly, and said blankly, "Okay..."

She withdrew from the palace and closed the door gently.

You Wuming turned around slowly, and Sang quickly closed his eyes.

"Poor little mulberry," he stretched out a hand and stroked her hair. "If you change a man, you call this witch woman to cheat. The man you like, if you touch another woman, You must cry, right?"

"Fortunately, you met me." He smiled briskly. "Xiao Sanguo, you are a blessing in eight lifetimes!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She caught the keyword.

Malay.

One of the three evils.

The blood of the Wu clan will naturally be confused. When people\'s mental defense is weakest, they are easily manipulated and influenced by them.

Today, under the impact of the blood of the sacrificial ritual, Sang was in a state of confusion. Her natural empathy ability is extremely strong, in the eyes of this witch, it is a big target that has swept the market.

It\'s a pity that people\'s hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. The witch escaped from the slave camp and tried to climb onto the bed of death. She is too gaudy. Isn\'t this a trick to him?

But... what does it mean to suppress blood vessels?

How could the blood of the Wu clan bleed on You Wuming\'s body?

You Wuming has got together.

She felt the cold scent of flowers blowing on her face.

This man\'s temperature will be staggering only on the battlefield and when he wants to do something with her.

It is usually cold, like a snake.

It seems that he has no interest today.

The dead fish-like mulberry sighed in relief from afar.

He gently dragged her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his hair, with a big hand behind her, patting her back on and off like he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

His arrow wound has healed, leaving only a scary scar. The palm print on the chest has also faded, and the ability to heal itself is amazing.

Sang Yuan\'s head was buried in his chest, and he could hardly smell the blood.

She thought to himself that unless this man was killed at once, all injuries would only make him stronger.

For a while, the forehead suddenly cleared.

She felt something, both children, dead.

I tried to move my body. Sure enough, the nightmare had subsided, and there was no more restraint.

She soon fell asleep, this night, there were only flowers in the dream, no picture.

Opening his eyes early in the morning, he saw You Wuming had put on her armor and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, staring at her from the top.

She smiled at him: "I like you a little more today than yesterday."

This is for the purpose that he did not want her to cry.

You Wuming quickly turned her head back, making a soft nasal noise, and said, "It\'s just the same. Make your own claim. Who wants you more."

Sang smiled secretly with his lips pursed, sat up, leaned over to find his eyes, and saw a small, proud jump.

Suddenly her heart warmed, she leaned forward and printed a shallow kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Well, there is something." You Wuming said, "I\'ll tell you if you change clothes."

This time, what he prepared for her was no longer the clothes of his followers, but the easy-to-move, sturdy but not heavy armor.

With the exquisite black armor and the red cloak, Sang feels that he has instantly become a heroic female general.

While she was dressing up, Youwu Ming casually said to her: "Yesterday you picked up the female slave, and you couldn\'t think of it in the middle of the night. You were dead, and jumped into the pit, hey."

"Ah..." Sang sighed far away. "Fortunately, she hasn\'t developed any relationship with her."

You Wuming slightly surprised: "I thought Xiao Mulberry would be sad."

"Everyone who wants to live can\'t be saved. Seeking death, just ignore her." She managed her cloak and turned out from behind the screen.

Seeing You Mingming\'s eyes lit up, a black woman reflected in her black eyes.

He drew her to the edge of the long case.

"Look, I found a good weapon for you." He showed her triumphantly.

Sang looked down from afar, and was instantly conquered by the value of a sword.

It is like a dream, a silver transparent sword body, with countless silky green spirit patterns falling inside, like diamonds inlaid with fine jade, so beautiful that it is dizzy.

"Is this an ornament?" She couldn\'t imagine what it was like to use such a beautiful handicraft to cut underworld demons.

You Wuming smiled and backhanded the knife and cut it off.

Sang was so distressed that she burst into tears.

What is this peerless master? If you don\'t like it, do you want to ruin the gift of value? ! The point is that she didn\'t say she didn\'t like it!

I saw that the long black wood case broke.

The beautiful crystal jade sword fell on the ground, unscathed!

You Wuming withdrew the black knife, arms folded in front of him, and raised his chin.

Sang rushed far away and snatched the precious crystal jade sword into his hands.

"It\'s mine!"

Youyou Ming laughed happily: "You don\'t pretend to excuse me a little mulberry fruit!"

She raised her eyebrows: "Everyone is mine, and these things outside are still hypocritical."

You Wuming snorted disdainfully, and stepped out of her foot.

"When did it become her." He whispered to the short life.

Holding his head for a short life, shaking his head, he couldn\'t bear it.

It likes to go to battle.

You Wuming only ordered 30,000 elite soldiers, and went to Yumen to go to Hui Han Shaoling.

Before leaving, he saw Agu anxiously rushing from the direction of the prison, and approached the arch near the front: "Master! Fortunately, it is not a shame! The subordinate finally chose a name before the death of the counterthief division!"

You Wuming raised her eyebrows lightly and opened her thin lips slightly: "Huangfu Jun."

Agu\'s mouth twitched: "How does the lord know..."

You Wuming squinted his eyes, looking more surprised than Agu: "I guessed it. Won\'t it be him?"

Agu: "... the wise master."

Sang Yuan\'s heart jumped.

How could a person who framed a lifeless man be Huang Fujun!

In the book, it was this man who cut down the first level of Youyou.