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

Sang is far from stunned, making dreams worry-free and trance-free.

You Wuming launched the witch dodge trick, instantly grabbing the dream of worry-free mind.

I saw that Meng Wuyou stumbled forward and took a step forward. She looked a little confused and muttered: "I, of course I am the protagonist of the world. I passed through, and the ideological consciousness is much higher than you feudal ancients. I am Pure and good, and good luck, in the future, I will help Han Shaoling and lead the lives of Yun Jingyun through all dangers! I am here to change the world. Of course, you and I, those who know nothing, are different!"

Sang grasped the lifeless hand far away unconsciously.

You Wuming's backhand held her soft five fingers in the palm of her hand, and gently calmed her with the palm of the warm tropical cocoon.

With Qin Yuchi's testimony in front, Meng Wuyou's words, which at first glance seem like magic, would be very meaningful.

At this moment, if you want to ask Han Shaoling's expression, it is probably capitalized ignorant. All of a sudden, Lei was not sure what to say.

You Wuming gently sneered: "Who told you."

The tone is light and disdainful.

"Tiandao!" Meng Wuyou raised her neck and threw a noise.

Suddenly these two words blurted out, Dream Worry was like a wake-up, suddenly raised his hand and covered his mouth heavily.

Break free of control.

You You're lifeless, and your eyes concealed the stars.

There was silence in the field.

Sang calmed his mind quickly. She sighed and looked at Han Shaoling with a convulsive face: "Hanzhou King, this demented patient, it is really not appropriate to let go and run around. Those of us who know, understand your embarrassment and hardship, but this kind of remarks If listened to by someone with heart, it will definitely misunderstand the King of Hanzhou."

Han Shaoling: "...really, mad at heart! Come here, put the female lunatic Mengwuyou into the military barracks, see him in jail, let her out, and all come to see you!"

He can't afford to say this dream.

To get rid of the inexplicable 'traversing', 'luck', 'to the purest and best', just look at what you can understand-she is the protagonist of the world, helping Han Shaoling lead the cloud and the living creatures through the crisis? If this word reached the ear of the emperor, what did he become? This is not a wolf ambition, this is a whale swallowing the sky!

Meng Wuyou was dragged on.

She also knew that she had said what she should not have said, and she had made a big disaster. Rarely, she was taken away quietly without yelling.

On the main hall, the atmosphere is completely solidified.

Zhangzhou King smirked embarrassingly, coughed a few times, raised his hand, and pointed to the table case: "Three people, eat, eat, stunned what? Try this roast sheep, and my Zhangzhou yellow sorghum shochu !"

Han Shaoling picked up a small machete on the table, slowly cut off a steaming roast lamb, sandwiched it with silver chopsticks, dipped the sauce dish placed on the side, and chewed slowly in the mouth.

After swallowing the tender, fresh and fragrant slices of meat, Han Shaolin raised the hot yellow sorghum wine in a porcelain cup.

"Sang Wang's eloquence, her three words, forced my little concubine into a madness. It's amazing."

Han Shaoling started to shirk responsibility.

Pull the water into the water to save others from using it to make an essay.

Sang smiled modestly from the far away: "Hanzhou King laughed, I just told the truth, why is it so compelling? The body will not be oblique, if I say Hanzhou King your rich Great achievements, even if you say here for the last three days and three nights, you will not be confused by my words."

She raised her hand to drink.

Spicy and hot. It really is the legendary "burning knife".

She coughed and flushed her cheeks.

"Korean King Han," You Wuming's voice was low and mute, leaning on the case with her hands, leaning slightly, "I want to drink, I will accompany you."

His eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes provocative, and his attitude gloomy.

He waved his long sleeves, grabbed the large pottery jar that was burning on the stove next to the desk, and lifted it with one hand.

The corner of the lips was slightly ticked, and said: "This is happy. Man, what cup to use."

How could Han Shaolin lose, immediately holding up a jar the size of his head and drinking it, holding it in his backhand and shaking out a few drops of residual wine.

"Zhangzhou King, the wine is coming!"

Sang looked at the two cockfights from afar, rubbing his eyebrows annoyedly, picked up the little scimitar, and cut the strips of crispy meat for You Wuming, and asked him to serve wine.

You Wuming put down the wine, you can eat the meat that is hot and freshly cut, and the whole person is floating. He bent his handsome eyebrows and pretended to be fierce: "Put down and put down, who will let you move the knife!"

Sang fared him back: "Drink your wine!"

Han Shaoling was miserable.

The two men stared at each other, and no one would make each other look down on each other. Zhangzhou's shochu was transported one by one, and 'dongdong' poured into the belly of the two kings.

No matter how high it is, I am afraid of burning the knife.

The duo's eyes gradually became confused, and their cheeks were flushed.

"Han Shaoling," You Wuming swayed and laughed, "I have today, and I really thank you--I really thank you for your half-heartedness."

The beautiful lady is in her arms, Youyou is really unable to hold back the heart that lifts her wings.

"Is it." Han Shaoling gritted his teeth, "You're lifeless, it's been a long time since I got rid of the demon side by side, today's banquet, you and I are out of town, killing it is a pleasure!"

In this way, Ling Li's gaze is like substance, like a flying knife, directly attacking the lifeless.

"Okay, the game." Youyou caught the eye knife lightly, and hit a backhand crit. "I carry the small mulberry, and I can kill much more than you."

Little Mulberry... Little Mulberry...

Han Shaoling lowered his head, circled his fists, and leaned his forehead. It should be his, lively and lovely woman, laughing a pair of small pear vortexes in the mulberry bush, isn't it just a small mulberry? Such a small mulberry, he put it in the Huiyun Temple, and fell asleep, so cute a small mulberry, so inattentive, so ran into the lifeless soul.

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Han Shaoling slowly reached out a pair of blood-stained eyes from under his fist: "The bravery of a man is better than anyone's soldier!"

He brought, but the silver armor.

Silver armor is barely the second best spirit armor. There is a gold armor on top of the silver armor. The gold armor is the normal armor of spirit Yun. When attacked, the force will be transformed into the whole armor by the spirit Yun. There is also a black armor on top of the gold armor. The black armor can not only be used to attack, but also have the effect of rebound.

The last 8,000 sets that You Wuming took from Huangfuxiong were Xuanjia.

Youming desperately smiled coolly: "Yes, you will send all your people now, my seven thousand people will arrive in the evening, I will let you kill for half a day."

"Joke!" Han Shaoling put the pottery pot on the table. "My 20,000 cavalry, dressed in silver armor, can be used by you! You are lifeless, you are afraid that you are not counseling. It's better than saying you let me."

"Oh," You Wuming laughed, "I lose? I can lose, and take the lead to walk from now on."

"Ha!" Han Shaoling laughed, "Yes, if I lose, I will show you upside down! You listen to the lifeless, your people, and the demons you kill can have half of my people, so I will lose. !"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." unable to vomit.

Are these really two monarchs? Isn't it a grudge for elementary school students?

You Wuming turned her head, and she whispered her face secretly, whispering mysteriously: "Little Mulberry, you see, this fool is fooled."

Be as proud as possible.

"Eat, eat yours!" She picked a piece of meat with the tip of the knife and stuffed it into his mouth.

You Wuming opened it with a happy heart.

Forgetting that she had a knife in her hand.

In front of her, he didn't even mention the slightest precautions, opened his mouth and bite, and his lower lip was suddenly cut long.

The blood immediately oozed out, and Sang was so scared that he jumped, and he was busy trying to summon a big face to treat.

His hand was pressed.

Youmei lifted her finger, slowly wiped the blood stains, squeezed into the import.

"Strong blood with shochu, enough!"

Unwilling to show his weakness, Han Shaoling immediately cut his hand, clenched his fists, dripped a stream of blood into the jar and raised his head to drink.

You Wuming laughed upside down, her shoulders dropped, hit her small shoulder, and laughed: "I said he was stupid! See if this is a fool!"

Zhangzhou Wang Zhangdai quietly wiped his sweat and said with a heart, never mind, drinking is always better than fighting. This small boat in Zhangzhou can't help but the two Buddhas flapping a few times.

The roasted sheep gradually became cold, the oil condensed, and it got tired of eating.

You Wuming throws the jar in his hand and stands up staggeringly: "Out of town!"

With a big hand, Sang Yuan's shoulder was circled.

"Fruit! Let you see my true power!"

Han Shaoling hurriedly circuNovelFireented the desk and chased up: "You can't do it! You're Sang's safety..."

You Wuming lowered her head and smiled in a shadow: "It's not your turn to worry."

With a squint, he tilted his head arrogantly and strode outward.

After walking a few steps, Sang heard the sound of "zizi" faintly on his body, and knew that he had burned all the residual wine in his body without extinguishing the fire.

Cunning guy.

Looking at Han Shaoling, who was rickety and red on his cheeks, he felt that this'male master' was really sincere.

A group of four people stepped outside the hall.

Short-lived has long been impatient. When the master came out, he raised a front paw, pulled a few times on the wooden door of the stall, and dexterously pulled out the latch, then lifted the fat leg and pushed it, and suddenly pushed the door open.

Beast Guard: "..." This beast in the clouds is afraid that it has become an elite? !

The puppet sneaked out a small face under the short-lived belly. It seems that the emotion has stabilized, and it is stable to only one emotion-want to kill Han Shaoling.

Sang looked away and stopped at his fingertips.

The puppet did not know where to find a lot of fine cloths, and wrapped all ten thin and pointed fingers.

What a weird hobby.

You Wusheng grabbed Sang far, flicked up lightly, and fell on the short-lived back.

Take the lead and glide towards the Black Iron Great Wall.

Han Shaoling led the cavalry behind him, and the King Zhangzhou could not rest assured of the two drunks, and hurriedly chased the soldiers behind.

"Old Chapter," Youyou pointedly pointed arrogantly at the city wall. "You give me a good count on it! Today, I will let you know what you know, Han Shao Ling, King of Hanzhou, how to walk upside down with your head!"

Zhang Dai smiled bitterly: "My elder brother, hey, are you going to start competing with the 10,000 cavalry in Hanzhou?"

"What's wrong with one person," You Wuming smiled wildly, "One person, kill him thousands of horses!"

He lifted a finger and knocked on the lower forehead: "Oh, no, don't kill him today, kill Wraith! Give you Zhang Zhang face."

The guy said happily, and didn't care if Han Shaoling, who walked around with the beast, heard it.

Han Shaoling stabilized his mind, gazed at Youyou for a while, and calmly summoned a confidant, whispering a few words.

"He is definitely going to kill you." Sang Yuan said quietly to Youyou.

You Wuming's lips were slightly hooked, and she was not drunk, her voice was smiling, and she whispered in her ear: "I'm afraid he won't come."

During the speech, a group of people had come to the bottom of the Great Wall.

The black iron gates in the doorway were pulled open one by one.

Han Shaoling's cavalry rushed out to open the road.

You Wuming walked side by side with Han Shaoling, out of the gate, and swept away from the left to the right.

Han Shaoling's halberd radiated more than ten feet of bright white halo, and the halberd waved with lightning and thunder! His metallicity has faintly stirred up the thunder and fire, which is extraordinary.

You Wuming waved his knife casually.

For more than ten feet, the blue light swayed, and during the dance, there was a faint drunkenness, wild and unrestrained, like a pen to draw a cursive script between the world and the world.

Under the strong attack of these two powerful men, the large demons fell down and the corpses were incomplete.

After rushing back and forth, there was no more pressure under the wall.

"Han Shaoling is very strong." Sang looked at him with cold eyes and said calmly, "But he was able to make rapid progress like this, in fact, he used the luck of his family for the day of Meng Wuyou. After today's incident, he might not dream again. Worry-free walking outside is a big hidden danger."

"You mean..." You Wuming lowered her body and covered her ears, breathing heavily, "Han Shaoling, can't kill him."

"Do you want to kill him here?" she asked.

"Take the plan and explode my full strength, I have 90% assurance." You Wuming's voice was cold and calm.

"I'm afraid there will be unknown power, which is bad for you." Sang Yuan said, "I don't believe in things like heaven and luck, but these two people obviously have some mysteries."

"Let's try it." Youyou said lightly.

"Okay." Sang nodded far away. "It's time to deal with this "thing". If something is wrong, remember that safety first, don't try to be strong."

You Wuming dialed her face, 'Baiji' took a kiss on the forehead, and said impatiently, "Know and know."

Then she turned her face back.

Sang bowed his head far, and laughed secretly.

Once, as long as he was shy, he would turn her face away like this.

"Kill!" Hanzhou's cavalry shouted to kill Zhentian.

Han Shaoling and You Wuming are like the tips of two swords that destroy gold and jade.

The outer Great Wall of Zhangzhou is about ten miles away from Ningyuan.

Clearing and killing all the way, killing or driving the ghosts hoarded in these more than ten miles to the abyss is like pushing the coastline into the deep sea against the tide.

The sun was gradually tilting westward, and the army killed near the Abyss.

Above the Abyss, the endless black mist is always shrouded, like an eternal night. The red lightning was meandering through the black clouds and fog, as if to prevent mortal prying eyes.

"Yu Wuming, you said that this trapped person will be the masterpiece of'Tao Dao'." Sang Yuan sneered, "After all, it can be a hypocritical and brainless person like Meng Wuyou. As a pro-daughter, I must haven't gotten any better eyes and hearts this day."

You Wuming lazily raised his sword: "If you don't like it, I will cut through the day for you."

Before the words fell, he saw that he had vigorously condensed a ray of burning wood that was not extinguishing, and straightly cut into the abyss thundercloud in front.

Frightened, the person he saw was only an illusion.

Aoki flames disappeared into the clouds and disappeared.

Sang Yuanyuan: "Well, it seems that we still need to continue to practice to cut through this day."

You Wuming chuckled and said, "Silly Fruit, what do you think will happen? Do you want to cut off a dragon?"

He turned around and beheaded along the edge of the Abyss.

"Where will Han Shaolin do it?" Sang Yuan asked.

For such a long time, it is enough to arrange anything.

"That." He picked the tip of the knife leisurely and pointed it diagonally back.

Sang stared at him from afar, and saw the point where his knife pointed. The demons seemed to jump particularly high. Looking from a distance, it was like a small protruding wave on the sea.

"This is too obvious." Sang was very puzzled.

You Wuming smiled and said: "Humans, you have to jump out of the square inch to see the whole picture clearly. Han Shaoling can't jump out, he never knows what the world looks like to the person who jumped out."

Sang felt a slight shock in his heart, thoughtful.

Han Shaoling swooped over, and his two horses were staggered. He raised his halberd and shouted clearly: "Youzhou King, good skill!"

Sang stared at him from afar, and found that his eyes were steady, without blinking at all.

Sure enough to be a king, all of them are movie emperors.

"Youzhou King, kill a straight line, faster than anyone else!" Han Shaoling smiled heartily, shouted, and then drove ahead, rushing forward.

You Wuming lazily waved his knife and chased away.

It was getting closer and closer to the area where the hands and feet were made.

Sang Yuan's heart was pounding straight, staring attentively at the movements below—if something changed, she could also summon cannibalism and kill the other party by surprise!

For the first time, he rushed straight into the past and nothing happened.

"It really hides people below." Sang told You Wuming far and low, "Breathing and heartbeat control is very good, should be very capable of assassination."

This blood-soaked ground climbed some blood vines intermittently. Approaching, Sang Yuan heard the breath and heartbeat beneath the mound of corpses.

You Wuming yin yin smiled: "Even."

The puppet grasped the mane on the short-lived neck, revealing half of her evil face, and her lips smiled maliciously.

"The people underneath are all killed." You Wuming said coldly.

The puppet let go of his hands, and fell silently into the wave of demons.

Sang looked sympathetically at Han Shaoling, who was riding the lead.

His back looked like he was a bit energetic, his halberd glowed with white light, and he waved a white metal with a metallic texture and accompanied by lightning and thunder.

He didn't know that the elite hidden under the demon corpse was already a row of neatly harvested fish.

Where the puppet disappeared, a roll of fine cloth fell.

Sang was stunned far away-fine cloth? Only those fine cloths that are wrapped around the fingers?

She bowed her waist and patted her short-lived head: "I even wrapped your hands, are you afraid of scratching you?"

Short-lived shook his head very disdainfully and looked down at the thin cloth.

Sang read the meaning of it in a strange way-I was so easily hurt? Make it troublesome!

She couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly felt like she had earned it. Buy Youyouming, and give away a dog.

"Xiao Sanguo, what are you laughing at," You Wuming turned to her, dangerously speaking, and asked cautiously, "Why watch Han Shaoling smile."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." She was sitting flat, her sight was being cast, and she would definitely see Han Shaoling ahead. How to explain this? Is color empty?

She looked at him sideways and said seriously: "Because I smile at him, you get angry. If you get angry, you can explode stronger power when you start to deal with him for a while!"

You Wuming: "..." seems very reasonable.

He chopped the ghost that came forward and flew out, frowning a pair of handsome eyebrows, and whispered very unhappy: "It seems that Xiao Sanguo still has little confidence in my strength, and I have to put some energy back in my eyes. Cultivation is enough. Well, it took two points of thought to add five points from now on."

Short-lived: "..." Just blow it up, I don't understand anything anyway.

...

Han Shaoling killed a circle, and led Youmei to the forbidden place again.

Fang Cai, who has secretly observed, the strength of Youmingwu is almost the same as that of Yumenguan during the First World War.

It was a team of proficient assassinations that he had collected a few days ago that was ambushing under the tide of the demon corpse. Although he only cultivated in the five heavens of the Lingming Realm, his astonishing and ghostly assassination skills, Even when he remembered, he couldn't help but feel some scalp tingling.

The team sent him dreamlessly. It was originally an assassination organization named "Yinyue Pavilion". By chance, Qiao Yinyue, the owner of "Yinyue Pavilion", saw her dreams, and fell in love with her at first sight, eventually turning Xiao Ai into a big love, and completed Han Shaoling. A carefree love with dreams, and willing to vote under Han Shaoling, to do things for him.

Han Shaoling's lips raised an unclear smile.

Although he was not really sincere about Meng Wuyou, Meng Wuyou's shaking Qiao Yinyue's arm and calling him'Brother Moon' still made Han Shaolin very uncomfortable.

Today, the best thing is to destroy Qiao Yinyue and his people with Yumei's hand, and then use your hand to make Yumeiyu a serious injury.

When the two defeats are hurt, he will reap his own harvest.

Now, as long as you introduce Infinite Life into the trap...

"Yuzhou King, who is too weak to enemies, will lose ugly." Han Shaoling waved away the magic blood stained on the silver halberd, expressing excitement.

You Wuming smiled coldly, pressed the knife in her backhand, and said, "Just warm up, come again!"

Having said that, he turned back and looted towards the place where Han Shaoling lay.

Han Shaoling narrowed his eagle eyes slightly, deliberately fell a few feet behind, and saw Youyou recklessly stepping into a trap without any defense, Han Shaoling slowly shattered the jade jade in his palm, spitting words ——

"Do it!"

After giving the order, Han Shaoling gathered all his spiritual reserves and caught up.

Above the lifeless black sword, the green mans are more vigorous.

Wherever the knife passed, I saw a wave of blood, rain and debris.

The demon was twisted into pieces by the powerful impact, and spilled in all directions.

Seeing that, he stepped into the area where Han Shaoling lay. At this moment, there was no breathing and heartbeat below.

"Are you sure he will do it this time?" Sang asked from afar.

"Yes." You Wuming pressed her eyebrows, and her lips smirked.

"Why?"

"Because at this moment I kill to rise."

Although Sang Yuan doesn't quite understand what this brain circuit is, but since he is so determined, she no longer has the slightest doubt.

You Wuming tapped the short-lived head with the arm of the rein.

"Short life, your leg is broken." He said leisurely.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

At the next moment, I saw short life lifted my furry head very, very exaggeratedly, and sent a terrible cry to the sky—

"Ou woo woo!"

Immediately, 'struggling', leaping a little upward, and then a 'horse lost his forefoot', and he fell to the ground and rolled.

It has been stalking the demon blood and flesh for so long. The fur is already stained with blood. It is now lying on the ground and twitching its hind legs. It seems that it is seriously injured and is about to die.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Powerful my dog.

You Wuming embraced her with one hand, rolled to the side, and put herself under her.

He waved his sword and hacked away all the demons that rushed on all sides, and the light of the blue spirit was reduced from more than ten feet to nine feet.

The blood rain fell, and Sang watched from afar with a short lifeless pull with his four feet, and then pulled again, hiding the round fat body under the corpse.

Then, he saw a raised line crawling and quickly left the dangerous area.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This is not the essence, this is the super god.