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

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The enthronement and the wedding ceremony are scheduled for three days later.

After a whole night of carnival, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan blocked the doors and windows of the palace and took out the sky mirror.

Sang Yuan took a deep breath and placed his palm flat on the water-like mirror.

The mirror swayed slightly, and she clearly sensed the air movement.

This is a very mysterious feeling. If you have to make an analogy, it is like manipulating a computer with brain waves.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand.

"Yes." She looked directly into his eyes, "Tian Yanjing can support three hours. As long as I find Jiang Yanji within three hours, I will have enough energy to bring her back together."

"Is there any danger?" There was no smile on You Wuming's face.

"Yes!" Sang Yuanyuan nodded solemnly, "I don't know if my body in that world is dead. If I die, I may have to use my ashes to escape from the cemetery, and I have to use my ashes in front of Jiang Yanji. It is indeed a dangerous and difficult task to spell it out for her."

You Wuming's mouth twitched: "...Little Sangguo! Be serious."

She looked at him faintly: "I ate and ate last night, I beg you to be serious, have you spared me?"

You Wuming has no guilt, grabs her into his arms with his long arms, and grabs her chin: "I still condone you too much."

Sang Yuanyuan quickly begged for mercy: "My body should be in a vegetative state. After I passed, I quickly escaped from the hospital, found her, and brought her back. It's not difficult! Trust me!"

"Yeah." You Wuming let go of her.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed his palm on the mirror.

You Wuming's eyes didn't blink.

Waited for a long time.

Suddenly she opened her eyes.

You Wuming held his breath subconsciously.

However, seeing that there was no movement in her eyes, she frowned slightly at him, and said, "The emperor and his concubine have not yet been married, and they are alone in a palace, which is incompatible with the ceremony."

You Wuming: "..."

The dark eyes rolled, and then again.

He suddenly remembered a question - who is that wooden figure, Queen Sang, during the six years that Sang Yuanyuan's soul has passed through another world?

But not the one in front of him.

You Wuming felt his throat dry: "Who are you?"

I saw that she was even more unhappy between her eyebrows and eyes: "The emperor is the master of the world, and his words and deeds are all the authority of the world. What kind of manner is such a stubborn smile?"

You Wuming: "..."

He didn't know how to react.

I saw her get up to go.

You Wuming was extremely anxious, and opened her arms to stop her: "Where are you going?"

The person in front of him is obviously the body of Xiao Sangguo's face, but there is no half of her spiritual energy all over his body, and he is more like a puppet than an idol.

He didn't dare to touch her.

She gave a rigid and standard ceremony: "The concubine returns to Sangzhou to be married. Emperor, please don't stop me."

You Wuming rolled his eyes and turned away.

Seeing that she didn't even look at him, she walked in a well-behaved manner, walked past him, and walked towards the gate of the palace without any hesitation.

You Wuming took a deep breath and stunned her with a knife.

I took it into my arms, thought of something, and almost threw her out.

You Wuming: "...Fuck."

Holding her felt like betraying my daughter-in-law.

After throwing her away, it was her daughter-in-law who fell in pain.

You Wuming felt that he was too difficult.

He put her back on the bed, squatted on the edge of the bed, and stared at her without blinking.

After thinking about it, I have no idea.

She looks like this, and the "traveling women" like the fake Jiang Yanji and Meng Wuyou really don't look at all.

What is it?

When you are anxious, time always flies very slowly.

These three hours should be the longest three hours in You Wuming's life.

Before I knew it, it had been dark for a long time...

You Wuming jumped up.

It was already dark, and three hours had passed, why didn't Xiao Sangguo come back!

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and in an instant, the killing intent that erupted from his body almost broke through the top of the hall.

He strode out of the palace gate, asked the palace staff, and learned that seven hours had passed.

Considering seven hours as three hours, no wonder it is so long.

You Wuming felt that he had become an ant on a frying pan, and like a butterfly that had broken its wings and fell into a cobweb.

He turned around for a long time, squatted down in front of the bed again, and stared at her who was sleeping peacefully.

"Little mulberry, little mulberry, little mulberry..."

He whispered nervously.

His voice was already hoarse.

She never woke up.

You Wuming didn't know how he had survived the night. When the sky light came in, he stared at the bright light in a daze, only to feel his brain dizzy.

Everything seems to be meaningless.

Just when he felt like he had turned into a piece of wood or a pool of stagnant water, there was a very light humming sound on the bed.

He took a deep breath and stared at him.

I saw her frowning, one hand covering the back of her neck at some point, and she couldn't open her eyes.

You Wuming: "..."

He forgot, yesterday he knocked out that wood Sang Yuanyuan with a knife.

So, she actually came back long ago, but this body is in a coma...

You Wuming smiled: "Pfft hahahaha!"

You Wuming is angry: "I will kill myself!"

Sang Yuanyuan opened his eyes with difficulty: "You Wuming, what's wrong with you?"

He turned the black eyeball once to the left and once to the right: "No, it's fine. Xiao Sangguo, how is it."

Pretend to be casual.

Sang Yuan stared at him for a while, then blinked and said, "Jiang Yanji, do whatever you want. My mother said, don't want that body anymore."

You Wuming took a long breath very slowly: "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah." Sang Yuanyuan's expression was indescribable, "She lived well in that other world, she was very happy, and she didn't want to come back."

You Wuming sneered: "That's good, I don't want to see her either. When I come, I have to raise a mouth and spend a lot of money."

"You really look like her," she muttered in a low voice.

He observed her expression secretly, and like a predator, he quietly approached her and wrapped her in his arms. After she recovered a little, he simply pushed her into the middle of the bed full of clouds.

This time, You Wuming simply didn't let her get out of bed.

With his long arms around her, his breath wrapped around her, he stared at her, gritted his teeth and hated: "If you get married, I'll see where you run!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "?" Run? run what? Why run? Who's going to run?

She's not a runaway bride's sweetheart.

Simply poisonous.

Sang Yuan Yuan soon learned what it means to live and die.

She knew that he was fierce on the bed, but she didn't expect to be so fierce. She didn't get a chance to sleep on the bed normally.

She found that a strand of white hair was secretly caught between his black hair at some point, but she didn't have the strength to ask, and she couldn't even raise her hand to caress the strand of white hair.

Her fingers slumped limply by her side, and she felt like she had become a puddle of water, letting him gather her into various shapes.

She found that this battle he fought more smoothly than any other battle.

You Wuming didn't realize that he had indulged himself too much until the Rites came to remind him.

Forget the time.

Both of them had thick dark circles under their eyes.

With the help of the maid, the new emperor and the new queen changed into a heavy wedding dress, took the dragon and phoenix chariot, and hurried to the main hall.

Sang Yuanyuan took the opportunity to summon a small face and sprinkle a healing mist on his sore body.

From a distance, you can feel that the ceremony on the other side of the main hall is very solemn.

The two got off the dragon and phoenix chariot in front of Jingtianmen, and the waitresses came forward, spread out the long tails of their clothes, and then left respectfully.

You Wuming stretched out his hand, holding Sang Yuanyuan's hand.

"Come."

Although Xiaolianhua has been treated all the way, there are still some deep and shallow marks on her body that have not completely disappeared, her legs are also a little weak, and her eyes are still dark blue, and the powder can't cover it.

He went too far.

The huge phoenix crown flickered on her head, rather overwhelmed.

"I'm afraid there won't be a second couple in this world. The big marriage is so embarrassing as we are. It's all your fault, You Wuming!"

she muttered angrily.

"Blame me, blame me." The joy in the corners of his eyes couldn't be suppressed at all.

The two joined hands and walked along the white jade corridor to the main hall of Tianji.

All the old ornaments have been removed, and now the main hall of the Imperial Palace is a thick blue-green color, like a deep beast, lying on the high-level.

The golden drums rumbled on the left and right, and the ritual officials led the civil and military officials, as well as the princes and kings of various states to stand on both sides. Although it was daytime, fireworks were already set off.

You Wuming's lips didn't move, but his voice whispered into Sang Yuanyuan's ears.

"I never said that fireworks should be set off during the day, and Yun Xuzhou must pay for the wasted money. Make up your own mind."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She didn't move her lips either, and her voice came out softly: "People give you so much money, don't pay for wages, and they have to subsidize money, what does it look like. This money, back to the dungeon, is cruel. It's enough to knock Qinzhou hard and get it back."

You Wuming glanced at her sideways, the corners of his brows and lips did not move, and he said, "Smart! As soon as the ceremony is over, I will do it right away!"

"Financial fan." Sang Yuanyuan carried the queen's demeanor, with serious and solemn eyebrows, but her tone was coquettish, angry and lazy, making You Wuming in a good mood.

The princes and generals on the left and right sides did not know what was going on. They stood by holding their breaths to watch the ceremony. In their hearts, they only felt that the new emperor was majestic, and the emperor and the country were fragrant. It was a perfect match.

It took five or six hours to complete a series of complicated etiquettes to make sacrifices to the sky, accept pilgrimages, and appoint hundreds of officials. Finally, the business came to an end and entered the stage of feasting in the whole world.

The emperor and the queen sit high on the head, the monarchs and wives of the various countries are on the left and right, and the civil and military officials are below.

The melodious music surrounds the hall. Sang Yuanyuan follows You Wuming to accept the congratulations from all parties. He drank a little drunk, smiled, and looked at the fun below.

Sangzhou Wang and his wife were beaming.

Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou are close to good things.

Huangfu Xiong brought his puppet to the banquet.

The Zhangzhou King and Pingzhou King and their son, who were friends with You Wuming, were also very happy.

The bereaved emperor's sister You Yingyue suddenly became

After the hot pastry, in the face of goodwill from all parties, she became a frightened bird, and kept secretly raising her eyes to look at the face of the emperor, the emperor, and the empress, cowardly like a furry cat.

After the banquet was dispersed, You Wuming let the princes and officials retreat first.

He hugged Sang Yuanyuan horizontally, and carried him all the way back to the bridal chamber from the Tianji Temple.

A full moon hung on the horizon, and the palace walls were high and deep. Under the moonlight, he didn't look like an emperor at all, like a proud groom.

The bedroom was a warm red.

According to the etiquette, the two drank the wine together and bowed to each other.

The phoenix crown was so big that it almost poked You Wuming's eyes.

The two laughed once, removed the heavy clothing, and fell into the fiery red bedding hugging each other.

After a moment of kissing, she picked out the strand of white hair on his head.

"I came back a night late, and it worried you, didn't it?"

Poor Sang Yuanyuan didn't know that You Wuming, a fool, knocked her unconscious, and then he worried himself all night.

She thought it was an error in the sky mirror, and the flow of time on both sides changed.

Such a shameful thing, You Wuming, is impossible to admit to being killed.

He said softly, "No, it's the effect of refining the ghost bones."

Bravely knitted.

"Ah, this is it." Sang Yuan said, "Will it be all white in the future?"

You Wuming: "..." What should I do?

Interrupt first.

The black eyes rolled: "I will find a way to solve the small things. By the way, Xiao Sangguo, when your soul left, I saw the wood mulberry far away."

You Wuming recounted the events of the day.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I see. If a person loses his self-consciousness, his subconscious will dominate his body, go with the flow, and live as she should be in the eyes of the world. It's not that it's bad, it's just boring. ."

She rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips.

"Yeah." He pressed her forehead, and his big hands quietly began to play tricks, "It's very interesting to eat such fruit."

...

Huangfuxiong was kept by the emperor for one more day.

When leaving the imperial palace, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan came to see them off in person, which flattered Huangfuxiong.

"Come."

You Wuming found a clean grassy slope and took the lead to sit down.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled and leaned beside him, Ou Zi and the short life jumped and arched to the side of the two, and the family of four looked at Huangfu Xiong with a smile.

Huangfuxiong opened his mouth blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Come and sit down and listen to the story." You Wuming's lips curled into a faint smile, and he took out a few cans of wine from behind.

Green plum spirit.

Huangfuxiong sat down blankly and listened to the story of Young Master Ming in a daze.

He picked up the wine and drank it.

"Have you made or made a puppet?" Huangfuxiong lost his soul, "Young Master Ming, how pitiful."

When he heard that a dog and a man and a woman partnered to kill the father and son, he really wanted to pull the dog and the man out and stab them with a thousand cuts.

Then he realized who the dog man was.

He was bewildered.

It seemed that a tower of happiness collapsed in his heart, and then another tower of pain collapsed. Two completely different kinds of dust and ashes were mixed together, sharpening his heart, and he could not taste anything.

He was in a trance for a moment, and asked a question that already knew the answer in his heart: "You are the storyteller from the beginning. Xiao Zhong's Revenge..."

"Yes." You Wuming looked at him calmly.

Needless to say, Huangfuxiong can already guess the whole story.

Deception and exploitation from the start.

He felt that he should take revenge, but he couldn't bring it up. Not because of the gap in cultivation, but because the heart has become a mess of loose sand.

Ouzi staggered and walked in front of him, spit out a small spiritual bead, and placed it at Huangfuxiong's feet.

Huangfuxiong twisted it up. That day in the center of the military formation, he didn't see the pictures inside. Is it necessary to see it today?

For a long time, two fingers together.

Ji Lingzhu shattered into powder.

"Two lives, for two lives." Huangfuxiong turned his back, and his voice floated out lightly, "You Wuming, Dongzhou and you have been cleared. From now on, there is no grace or resentment."

"it is good."

After a long while, Huangfuxiong took a deep breath, turned around, and tapped on one knee: "Take care of the emperor, Huangfuxiong still has the important task of guarding the Eastern Front, so he will retire first!"

The bear-like man had a very complicated tear in the corner of his eyes.

After walking out for a while lonely, the hem of the clothes was suddenly pulled.

A small puppet clutched his clothes, crawled up, and crawled to his chest, the little wooden arm wrapped around his thick neck, his little face came up, and 'Paki' kissed him on the cheek.

Huangfuxiong: QAQ

You Wuming's voice floated over gloomily: "Huangfuxiong, you have taken care of my short-lived mouth, and every half a month, I will let it and my u go to your Dongzhou for a tooth sacrifice."

Huangfuxiong: "!!!"

Huangfuxiong: Nodding wildly.

The eight-foot man ran away with tears in his eyes.

After sending Huangfuxiong away, You Wuming and Sang went to the dungeon far away to ‘visit’ Jiang Yanji.

Jiang Yanji has long lost the momentum of the queen.

She knew that You Wuming would never let her go. This lunatic was thinking of some way to torture her. a few days

The torment has worn away her remaining vigor, her hair looks thinner, and after being abolished, there is already a little bit of aging.

You Wuming took out the Sky Diffraction Mirror.

He leaned over to Jiang Yanji, looking friendly and polite.

He said thoughtfully: "I am going to refine you and this mirror together now. It may hurt a little bit, but for a while, you can bear it. If you can't help it... there's nothing you can do."

Jiang Yanji wanted to retreat, but bumped into the wall.

You Wuming's voice was even more gentle: "If I fail, you will be burned to a small pile of ashes along with the mirror."

He picked up his fingers and made a small gesture: "Well, just a little bit."

Jiang Yanji shuddered.

The corners of You Wuming's lips curved, and his smile was as gentle as a spring breeze: "Do you want me to succeed?"

Jiang Yanji looked at him in horror.

You Wuming said to himself: "If I succeed, the mirror will still be burned to ashes, leaving only the mirror core, and your soul will be captured by me and locked in the mirror core, and I will cut a little bit every day, and cut it every day. A little, one day, it's still going to be a whole bunch of little ashes. Come on, guess whether I'll succeed or fail?"

He turned to Jiang Yanji with a smile.

Laugh like a little angel.

"I bet I will succeed!"

Soon, screams that did not sound like human voices came from the dungeon.

...

After ascending the throne, You Wuming is like a faint monarch who doesn't care much about the government.

Sang Yuanyuan persuaded him a few times, and he was very perfunctory and coping with people to gather together for a meeting.

Just like this, all the states, big and small, handed over their monarch seals and bowed their heads as ministers before they knew it.

"You Wuming, are we putting history back on the right track?"

"perhaps?"

"But if this goes on, there will soon be a disaster."

You Wuming snorted in disdain.

She changed positions and lay lazily on his lap.

"Now this cloud realm looks much better than before, why is it still destroying the world? You say, will it be the 'people outside' who come in to destroy us?"

"Well," he stroked her hair one after another, "it's fine. In just a few years, I'll be able to completely refine the bones in the cauldron."

She nodded and hugged him.

She also participated in the refining process. Her empathy ability has always been very strong. When refining the underworld bones, she can faintly perceive the remaining emotions in the underworld bones.

'Ming' is the core of extremely pure light, wandering freely, spreading warmth and light to the whole world, it was originally a bright and beautiful world of endless energy.

However, the greedy humans were not satisfied. They imprisoned the underworld and frantically extracted energy from them, causing them to have demons.

Humans then threw these demons into other worlds like trash.

How vile.

Ming's pain and resentment all originate from human beings. Without human greed, there would be no earth and creatures poisoned by the underworld.

Those cruelty and greed are the real root of all evil.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that a thought had arisen in You Wuming's heart, and he planned to do something.

As a person, once he has a thought, he will not let it go.

The enemy targeted by You Wuming will definitely regret coming into this world. Sang Yuan is very sure of this.

She occasionally doubts whether the self-sacrificing race of the Yunjing Ming clan is derived from the divinity of the underworld. This phalanx, which was suppressed here for thousands of years, entrusted the divinity of unwillingness and hope, and finally awakened completely in a certain person, creating a genius.

However, this is something that can never be proven.

Anyway, no matter what he wants to do, she will support him unconditionally, that's right.

...

Suddenly one day, You Wuming mysteriously approached Sang Yuanyuan's ear.

"Curiosity fruit! I'll take you out to play."

Now he can really fly.

He took her and flew down the abyss.

Heavy thunder and lightning exploded beside him, and the lifeless laughter was arrogant and presumptuous.

The wind blew across his face, and Sang Yuanyuan felt as if he was passing through endless years and stories.

in the end.

Beneath the abyss, there is an endless red earth and sky.

The earth is covered with ghosts.

Looking from here, the Eighteen States of the Cloud Realm is just a big mountain surrounded by lightning and unable to see the top of the mountain. The light of the ghost bones is faintly revealed from the mountain, attracting the ghosts that are densely covered in the whole world. Climb up the mountain.

The earth is boundless, and the quiet and lifeless fly for a long time, without seeing any boundaries.

The whole world is a ghost. It's too big here, and from a distance, the Eighteen Cloud Regions looks like a small mountain in the sea of ​​magic.

"If you destroy them all, you will be able to live a peaceful life for many years." Sang rubbed his chin in the distance and pondered to himself.

She was concentrating for a moment.

"There is a lot of rotten cotton underground."

You Wuming understood, Yunyou raised the corners of her lips.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and spread his mind along the rotten cotton vines to the endless red earth.

She did everything she could, and saw one after another huge black and red cotton drilled out from the pile of demons.

flammable.

You Wuming fell straight down, holding the knife in his backhand and stabbing the ground.

A black flame ignited in his eyes, such a pure flame, it was impossible to tell whether it was water or fire.

The black flames flowed along the hilt of the blade, and in an instant, it exploded.

Seeing the flames rolling in and out, igniting the fluffy rotten cotton, the fire became more and more intense, and the demon seemed to have fallen into the endless purgatory, turning into an endless black ash without any struggle.

Circle after circle of black and gray, with the two at the center, swinging toward the boundless earth.

You Wuming and Sang looked at each other from a distance.

The flames of the sky reflected in the eyes of the two of them, and the flames on their bodies were slowly dissipating.

Looking around the world, there are churning fires, underworld demons, and underworld demon corpses everywhere.

Between heaven and earth, there is no human civilization, only a lonely mountain in the distance, and two arson demons.

Oh fate.

I see.

(End of text)

The author has something to say: The extra talk will start tomorrow.

Fanwaiyi, Sang Yuanyuan went to Hyundai to find Jiang Yanji. (Modern dramas are therefore placed in the sideshow)

Extra 2, if the little boy has never been blackened [upper, middle and lower] (change the posture and eat the fruit again. Let fly and write all kinds of garbled warnings.)

On February 6th, the new "This Damn Shura Field! 》

A group of bigwigs in the Three Realms suddenly discovered that Yu Chuyue, the younger junior sister who was newly admitted to the sect of the Tianji Sect, had the exact same face as the first beauty who died unexpectedly a hundred years ago.

That one is the white moonlight, the mole in the heart, the pretty confidant, and the good sister of the big guys.

So Yu Chuyue was forced to open a stand-in Shura field——

Righteous Sword Master: "Woman, recognize your identity, you can only be her substitute forever."

Lord of the Demon Realm: "Should I make you a puppet and make this face smile at me forever?"

The overbearing demon king: "Oh, if you give birth to a child like her, you can die."

Yu Chuyue (Xueba face): "I'm sorry that our Tianji Sect prohibits puppy love and those old men and women are super good at fighting!"

*

Finally, one day, Yu Chuyue had to tell her secret to the big brother who looked as clean as ice and snow but was actually black.

"Actually, I am the woman who perished with the First Immortal Venerable at the beginning. Think about it?"

The cold man smiled like a ghost: "So coincidentally, I am the one who died in the same hole as you."

*The heroine is not green tea

*1V1, HE

*The real boss man in a black vest x I'm my own stand-in Pippi shrimp heroine

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