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

Sang far felt that he would probably become the shortest-lived book wearer in history.

Other cannon fodder can't survive but one and a half episodes. She's good. The first sentence of the book she went through was written in black and white-

[Sang is far away]

Arranged clearly!

At this moment, she lay quietly on a cloud bed of great comfort and waited for death.

Around the cloud bed, there are drapery gills covered with translucent illusion crystal lines, as thin as cicada wings, and exquisite embroidered patterns seem to be suspended in the air. There is a row of small jade bells on the top of the tent, and occasionally a pleasant tinkling sound.

The luxury is low-key, and the luxury is so unobtrusive.

Outside the gauze, there was a ball of golden light dangling, a woman with a full body.

Sang knew her identity from afar-Youmei Wang's sister, Youyingyue. A noble girl who is arrogant, self-willed, and reckless, and does not remember the consequences, is also the little lady of the male master Han Shaoling, and the malicious female.

It was her who poisoned Han Shaoling's Bai Yueguang Sang far away.

Sang far felt that he might have accidentally picked Tian Dao's ancestral tomb, and he would be picked up again and again.

First, he walked on the road and was struck to death by thunder. He died an out-of-focus linnen, and then ran across the novel he was watching, becoming the short-lived white moonlight of the male master who died at the beginning.

Soon, the female Eryou Yingyue will pour a pot of poisonous wine into her belly.

Sang is far from wanting to die again.

Who can save her?

The male lead Han Shaoling can't count on it. This dog man brought back a woman who looked exactly like Sang, and was now crushed in his dormitory. If there were no surprises, he would surely fight until dawn.

You Yingyue is just for this matter to attack the evil fire, so she went to Sangyuan to vent her hatred.

As for the guards in the palace...Since Youying Yue can appear here with her entourage, it means that she managed to get the guards outside, and no one will come in and make trouble.

Anyway, in the original book, Sang died so quietly that it was not until the heroine Meng Wuyou used this incident to completely overwhelm You Yingyue that people knew that Sang was poisoned.

To live, she can only save herself.

"Are you okay? You can't finish the direct poisoning, and Han Lang can take me again!" You Yingyue's voice was extremely impatient.

A hoarse female voice reverently replied: "The little lady is restless, this matter is of great importance, and no flaws can be left. The old body is tempered for a while to ensure that no one can check the body in the future. . This will not affect the relationship between the little lady and the prince..."

There was a wry smile on the old woman's face.

The master does nothing regardless of the consequences, but the dare not dare to follow her crazy.

I saw a bright fire burning in the palm of the old woman, burning the silver jug.

Sang looked at this fantasy scene from afar, and didn't want to die even more.

Xiuxian! This is a fantasy fantasy!

But she didn't mean it.

Her condition at the moment is not as good as the fish on the cutting board. The fish can bounce, and she is like a monkey trapped inside a hollow puppet.

The body was severely injured and highly toxic. The soul has long since dissipated, but it has been kept alive without being cut off.

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Until today Sang has crossed over far.

She fluttered from morning to midnight, and finally opened her eyes and mouth.

Before she was too happy, she saw the maids in the hall fall one by one to the ground. Then, Yingyingyue came in with someone to prepare to poison her.

The taste of waiting for death is really hard to say.

Sang Yuan still wanted to struggle again.

Her throat seemed like a whole piece of hard wood, and after a long time of effort, she finally spit out a few flat and ambiguous words.

"If I die, Han... I will remember for a lifetime. What I can't get... the best."

Although the voice was small, it clearly reached the ears of the two men in the temple.

You Yingyue yanked the shark gauze, a pair of white and black eyes stared at Sang Yuan.

She was dressed like a golden peacock.

Just across the cloud-like gauze tent was okay. At this moment the tent was lifted, and Sang was almost blinded by far.

You Yingyue sneered: "Wake up? Are you actually awake?! Very good! Since you are awake, let you die."

The villains must be nagging before killing. This is a traditional custom.

Sang blinked sincerely far away, expressing his willingness to be the most patient listener.

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes and stared at Sang for a while, her plump red lips moved, and the words carried endless hatred: "I have been married to Han Lang for five years, exactly five years! I love him so much, so love! We were in the beginning So good, and the result? Since I met you, everything has changed! If you didn't deliberately seduce him, how could my Han Lang lose heart! This one alone, you **** it!"

Speaking of old things, You Yingyue's beautiful face could not help but slightly twisted, she stretched out a golden Cancan false nail and poked on Sang Yuan's cheek.

"Is it good-looking? It's not enough to take away Han Lang's heart, but also take away the position of Mrs. Zheng and step on my Youying Yue's head! Be your spring and autumn dream!"

There was a thick, powdery fragrance in her mouth, which burst on Sang Yuan's face.

Sang thought about it from afar, and found that Youyingyue was indeed quite miserable. If you want to replace yourself with this violent temper, you must be chopped up with the scum man!

You Yingyue continued to sneer: "I am not afraid to tell you that the assassin on the wedding day was exactly what I arranged. The target was not Han Lang, but you! Ha, I did not expect that you are so infatuated, you still have You can block the knife for Han Lang without entering the door. It's amazing! How about, you've hit me, Youshi's venomous wood poison, is it better to die? Forget it, I'm sorry for you, this will help you out!"

She did not know whether it was angry or excited, glaring, her body trembling, and the golden light was so dazzling that she was far dizzy.

Sang said from afar: "It's useless. He will find a substitute, and he will never forget me."

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes and looked like a fox: "I know. Isn't he spoiling the woman who looks like you? Have no worries! I just want him to know that when he and that woman are turning against each other You, Sang Yuan, are dead! When he sees the woman's face in the future, he will think of you, and then his death, and then think of you dying when he spoiled that woman-I think he will still sleep in the future Can't sleep anymore!"

Sang was shocked.

Who said this was a brainless vicious woman II? ! This logic seems to be completely correct!

In the book, after the death of Sang far away, the male lead Han Shaoling did not have the dream of worrying about the female host some days. It's just that people are not as good as the sky, how can the second woman prosper, and can't stand the dog's blood gold fingers arranged by the plot god.

"No," Sang was far from powerless. "You, you don't see the essence. We must solve the problem from the root."

You Yingyue narrowed her eyes.

The old lady behind her said: "Little lady, the poison is ready, you can send her to the road."

Sang felt his heart suddenly fall.

No one will be scared when the dead word comes to the head. Especially those who have died once, know the great horror between life and death.

You Yingyue took the poisoned wine and slowly pulled her lip down, saying: "You can beg me, I will give you a chance to say a sentence, if you can coax me satisfied, I will spare you."

Her eyes were dark and calm, and the corners of her lips provoked a sarcastic arc.

Sang knew far away that You Yingyue didn't have the option of "releasing" at all. This sentence is her last words. She either died a little bit angry, or hopelessly begged, and died pitifully.

In a word.

Sang took a deep breath, and then said in a tone without pause: "I don't like Han Shaolin's marrying him at all. It is forced to let him know that my heart is loved by others. He must be angry and angry. Wujiwu doesn't even bother to dream!"

In one word, in one go.

You Yingyue stayed for three seconds, her eyes flickered a few times, and finally, she handed the silver jug ​​to the old lady behind her.

"Really?" His eyes dimmed.

"Really!" Sang looked away firmly.

You Yingyue looked at her for a while, and her lips twitched with irony: "Impossible. Han Lang is unparalleled in the world. There is no one like him in appearance, strength, wealth, status, even the emperor of heaven." Everyone has joked that if she hasn't left the cabinet, she won't miss such a good Lang Jun! Once the sea is difficult, how have you seen Han Lang, how can you look at the people next to you! You lied to me, the wine came!"

You Yingyue reached out a hand backwards, and the old woman hurriedly handed it to the silver pot.

"Yes!" Sang earned a lot.

You Yingyue squeezed her Mumu's lips together, her face close to her, a pair of beautiful eyes quenched, and looked at Sang Yuan's face.

"Okay, I'll listen to you make up a name. If I haven't heard it, or if it's a cat or a dog, don't blame me."

The other hand has touched the handle of the silver pot.

Sang far said: "Everything is better than him."

This time, not only was you smiling, but even the old lady who served behind her could not help but shook her head and said, "The lord is recognized as the first beautiful man in the world, and he will take the throne in less than 30 years of age. , The king is in a state, and all the people bow their heads. They are also peerless strongmen in the eightfold heaven of the Lingming Realm. How could there be any man in the world who is better than the Lord?! If this is said, it will be a joke!

"Yes." Sang still insisted.

The determination in her eyes gave You Yingyue an ominous hunch in her heart.

Waiting for Youyingyue to turn her thoughts, Sang's distant woodcut lips have provoked a slight invisible smile——

"Your brother."

The soft breath is like thunder.

You Yingyue shuddered violently, and the old lady shivered behind her.

At the junction of the fingers of the two, the silver pot filled with poisonous wine fell to the ground.

On the floor covered with pure white plush blanket, a large piece of paste was smeared instantly.

This sentence is really... terrifying.

Youying Yue her brother.

King of Youzhou.

You Yingyue's plump body is like fallen leaves in the wind, and she starts to tremble.

The old lady behind him rushed to the ground, as if she heard something terrible, and she was about to be wiped out.

The smile in Sang Yuan's eyes was harmless: "Right?"

You Yingyue hurriedly covered her red lips, her chest undulated violently, and her eyes shrank invisible in Taohua's eyes, and she was trembling with her eyes.

Sang Yuan fueled the fire: "I love your brother, do you think he is not as good as Han Shaolin?"

You Yingyue is about to faint.

The old lady put her hands on the ground in disorder, trying to gather the poisoned wine that had penetrated into the blanket.

He couldn't help murmuring, "Little lady, quickly, kill her quickly, if this word spreads, if it spreads..."

You Yingyue was almost horrified, but gradually calmed down.

She took a few deep breaths, and looked at Sang Yuan's eyes like she was staring at a flood beast: "You, your favorite, that person?"

She dared not mention the name, not even the words 'My Brother'.

"Yes." Sang said far.

You Yingyue rolled her eyes in half a circle, almost unable to mention it in one breath.

What did that person say?

Most of the topics related to him are taboo. Among them, family relationship, marriage, and marriage are even more strictly prohibited areas.

No one even dares to talk privately.

The three words "Yuzhou King", as long as they go around in their minds, it seems that there is a **** smell that entraps the soul for three days.

It can be seen how heavy the shadow the villain of the villain has cast on these eighteen states of Yunjing.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "Little girl, if you have a wood poison, why don't you give it to me? I'm trapped here for so long, I'm going to die your brother."

You Yingyue just wanted to die in place.

She glared at Sang far, for a long while, and swept a ruthlessly in her eyes: "Okay, I will help you here...Brother, summon! If you dare to play me, I will set a fire and burn alive." You! Go, get my jade jade!"

The last sentence is to the old lady behind him.

This world's long-distance communication uses jade jade engraved in advance, point-to-point, and scrapped once.

When you left Youzhou, Youyingyue put the jade jade still stained with blood under her makeup, and hadn't touched it in five years.

The status of Youzhou Wangwangmei allows Youyingyue to dominate the world and be unscrupulous, but in this world, if anyone is the most afraid of that man, it is none other than her.

That is the deepest fear that will accompany her for life.

However, if there is anything that makes people forget their fears for a while, it is love and jealousy.

The jade jade arrived quickly.

Five years later, You Yingyue finally shook her hand, breaking off the green jade jade, and rushed toward the quiet and dark end like hell, shivering: "Sang Yuan, say she, he loves Brother Wang."

After all, like the plague avoidance, jade jade fell on Sang Yuan's face.

The blood color has already entered the jade color, and a slight fishy smell lingers on the tip of Sang's nose.

The jade jade emits a cyan shimmer.

Sang far has no other choice.

"Yes," she said softly to Yu Jian, "this is the case, I like you, King Youzhou."

After a long time.

In the jade jade, there was a lazy and clean voice, which was very nice, as if with a little smile.

"it is good."

The jade jade broke into crumbs.