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

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Chapter 21.1 Only Say Three Words

       You Wuming stared at this group of cloud beasts, with a wonderful expression.

       There are thousands of cloud beasts that have escaped from death, all of them are those which like to revolve around Duan Ming and learn running skills from it. Today, they followed Duan Ming and at the highest speed, shook off the underworld demons that were chasing and biting them. Afterwards they took advantage of the chaos and got under the corpses that were all over the ground. With four limbs prostrating to the ground, they crawled back all the way back.

       Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming were just like shepherds, driving this group of cloud beasts that were dyed with black and red, to catch up with the big troops’ footsteps.

       You Wuming doesn’t let her reunite with King Sang. He holds her hand tightly, so she can’t help but look steadily forward and passed by King Sang.

       Soon, they will smoothly return to the inner Great Wall. 

       No one had expected that an unforeseen event would occur at this moment.

       Standing on the wall, Meng Wuyou who pretended to be Sang Yuanyuan, suddenly yelled her lungs out: “Father! Kill You Wuming! Otherwise, I’ll jump off here at once!”

       She really climbed to the top of the wall.

       This innate emissary of justice, keep thinking about, still wants to eradicate You Wuming, this great scourge, for the common people.

       Han Shaoling’s eyes faintly flashed, and immediately, he showed the attitude of being a spectator. 

       If he can get rid of You Wuming here……Then he has to think about how to get a share of the spoils from Sang Chengyin’s hand. 

       The young women’s shrieks even sounded almost the same. At the moment, the situation was so chaotic. Sang Chengyin was also one with a mindless temperament when it came to protecting his cubs. Who knows, maybe he can really get this thing done. 

       Han Shaoling’s face was cold and solemn, and the dark light at the bottom of his eyes flickered. 

       Upon hearing this, King Sang cast his gloomy sight on You Wuming’s back. 

       He slowly raised his hand, and countless strong bows and crossbows’ strings were pulled to the fullest, pointed towards the hundreds zhang away’s You Wuming. 

       The nearby You troops hurriedly encircled, protecting their Lord in the center. 

       Sang Yuanyuan does not have to turn around to be able to feel that heavy murderous aura. 

       “Jade token!” She raised her hand anxiously. 

       When she was separated from Aunt Ling, she carried two communication jade tokens on her body. After bathing together, they fell into You Wuming’s hands. Yesterday, when she asked for King Sang’s help, she used one. He still had another one on his body. 

       “Won’t give.” You Wuming lazily said, “Now, I don’t want to kill you.” 

       Around them, there were already Sang’s army that came to surround. Seeing that the battle could be triggered at any moment, Sang Yuanyuan was deeply worried inside and said, “I will not tell Father that I am with you.” 

       “Will I believe it?” He narrowed his eyes with a faint expression. 

       “I only say three words, just three words.” Sangyuan grabbed the lapel of his robe and stared at him with big, watery eyes. 

       You Wuming’s expression gradually grew stiff. 

       Just like a puppet, he took out the jade token and stuffed it into the palm of her hand. 

       Sang Yuanyuan did not care about being polite with him, and hastily squeezed the jade token. 

       King Sang was about to wave his hand and order the attack. Suddenly his movement halted, abruptly lowered his head and carefully took out the shining jade token from his waist. 

       The small jade token fell into his coarse big palm, it seems a bit funny. 

       He turned his head slowly and looked at the wall.