[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 18.3 You Are The Beautiful One

　　She looked around at these people that were still alive. They are young, strong, and excellent in cultivation. With fire burning in their eyes, they are fighting with the underworld demons as hard as they can.

　　She thought of You Wuming’s appearance before he set out. He said to them lazily, if you can live, then don’t die.

　　If you can live, then don’t die.

　　She took a deep breath, jumped to the ground and picked up a sword that had lost its owner from the ground.

　　It was cold and heavy to start with. The handle is sticky, unperceivable whether it’s human’s blood or the underworld demon’s blood.

　　She took the sword’s handle with both hands and dragged it off the ground.

　　If one can make a contribution, then make a contribution.

　　The black iron defense frame was in the form of a net. The densely packed underworld demons that climbed up were just like a fully weighed down grapes inside a net.

　　Sang Yuanyuan held the sword up and stabbed it out from the net with full strength.

　　‘Puff——’

　　The feeling when the sword pierced into the underworld demon’s body was hard to explain.

　　The blood splashed in, she squinted her eyes and pushed forcefully towards the outside.

　　An underworld demon fell with a miserable howl.

　　Sang Yuanyuan took back her long sword and heavily gasped for breath. She couldn’t help letting out a low laugh. Hot tears fall down while she laughs.

　　A hand patted her shoulder heavily.

　　She thought it was You Wuming, but when she turned her head, she saw that it was a completely unfamiliar soldier.

　　He pointed at her and gave a thumbs up.

　　She nodded and continued to turn around to deal with the underworld demons that had climbed onto the black iron defense frame.

　　”Watch out for their tongues!” A sword slanted across to stop a blow for her.

　　Sang Yuanyuan turned her head and saw another unfamiliar face again.

　　”Thank you very much!”

　　At this moment, she had already forgotten that You Wuming was a lunatic, and also forgot about the bad reputation of the You state’s army. She only knows, the people on her left and right are comrades in arms that she can entrust her back to, and she will do her best to stop attacks from other’s backs too.

　　If it were on a flat battlefield, a weak chicken like Sang Yuanyuan would definitely not survive over half a minute. Fortunately, there is a black iron defense frame here. As long as she avoids the incoming long tongue, she would not suffer any damage.

　　Such an environment has minimized the gap between those with high cultivation and those with low cultivation, allowing people like Sang Yuanyuan to make a tiny contribution.

　　You Wuming is still floating on the top of the black iron defense frame. From time to time, he will fly out like a big butterfly, strangle out a group of underworld demons and then lightly fly back.

　　Shining Spirit Base……

　　Sang Yuanyuan took the time to rub her sore arms and smiled bitterly.

　　The gap is not only big!

　　A thunderous tremor then sounded out.

　　Sang Yuanyuan was slightly surprised inside and looked around.

　　It wasn’t the underworld demon’s attack, but Han Shaoling returned with his men!

　　Tens of thousands of people climbed onto the wall, relying on the safety zone cleared by the You army, they quickly expanded the safety zone and stabilized their pace.

　　After the battle situation was somewhat settled, Han Shaoling came over with his beast.

　　At this time, there would be no one who would care about grievances. With the Han state’s troops defending together, it is obvious that there would only be hundreds advantages and no harm.

　　Sang Yuanyuan was quite surprised inside, and her small face that was full of bloodstain unconsciously revealed a smile.

　　Once again, Han Shaoling felt a heavy blow to his heart.

　　Such a weak woman, struggling to carry such a big sword. Sweat ran down her cheek and with a pair of eyes that were extremely bright.

　　The small dimples at the corner of her lips seemed to be filled with honey that could drown people to their death.

　　He was just like a puppet that had lost its soul and walked towards her in a daze.

　　A black shadow that looked like a butterfly swooped over with a flash of green light, forcing Han Shaoling to go back seven or eight steps away.

　　You Wuming is back.

　　He scooped casually and took the tiny figure into his arms.

　　The tone was full of disgust: “Isn’t there a saying that a beauty is cool and refreshing without sweat? You stink to death.”

　　Sang Yuanyuan raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that his temples were really clean and tidy, without a drop of sweat.

　　She curled her eyes and smiled, “That’s why you are the beautiful one.”

         You Wuming ：“……”