Chapter 14： Chennian Lingzhu
Although it is only a temporary palace, you can also see that You Wuming is usually very careless about life.
The waiter prepared a fine texture of thin silk bedding for him. He obviously did not use it once. They still maintained the shape when they were stacked on the couch. Only a small piece was recessed near the head of the bed. Make up the appearance of You Wuming sitting there casually and practicing.
He would bring some performances and soldiers’ books to the bed. After reading it, he threw it around randomly, and there were both at the head and the end of the bed.
The text in this world is similar to a small compilation. She can understand 70% to 80%. The written grammar looks very eye-catching. She doesn’t need punctuation marks. After reading a few days, she didn’t find any useful information.
She didn’t know what she was looking for—when she was in desperation, if she didn’t want to sit still, she could only force herself to move and do whatever she wanted, maybe she could find a first-line turnaround.
A large black wooden cabinet stood beside the wall. Sang grasped the sapphire groove carefully, and opened the cabinet door slowly and slowly.
It’s all his clothes.
Black, white, and gray, the style is simple, and the unobtrusive clawless dragon. The clothes are neatly folded, so that they can be seen at a glance, not like hiding things.
She bowed her head dizzyingly.
There is no taste.
There is a couch next to the wooden window, on which is a white jade low table with black pen holder and some paper, ink and ink.
Sang went through it from afar and still found nothing.
She came to the only conclusion-there was no woman in the lifeless world.
His eyes fell back on the bed, and suddenly he settled.
She took a few steps and carefully lifted the blue jade pillow.
I saw a small dark-colored wooden box hidden under the pillow, which looked quite old.
Her heart was pounding straight, and she listened for a while, and heard the gurgling sound of the lifeless pressing of the wicker chair next door. Then she felt the buckle at ease and gently opened the small wooden box. .
In the exquisite silk cloth, there is a bright and transparent bead.
Remember Lingzhu.
Injecting Lingyun, you can record a small image and sound, save it in the beads, and inject Lingyun again, you can read it repeatedly.
Only the Lingming Realm can let out the spiritual connotation. She couldn’t see it.
Sang closed the wooden box far from depression and pressed it back under the jade pillow.
This must be a very, very important thing, otherwise it will not be placed under the pillow by him-a person like You Wuming, besides the knife, it is already a rare thing to carry other things with him on the road .
The wooden box is outdated, and the body of the box is polished everywhere. Obviously, it is often taken by Youyou in his hands.
And that piece of silk cloth… knew at a glance that it belonged to a woman. It is a bright and bright woman with a fiery red fragrance.
The spirit beads must be related to her.
It’s a person you care about very much.
Do people like him also care?
She wanted to be fascinated, but she didn’t find out when, the ghostly man had quietly stood in front of her.
“What are you thinking?” He regained his carelessness again.
Sang was so calm that he looked up at him.
Just before she had washed off the makeup on her face, the powder was not applied at the moment, and the afterglow of the sunset put on a touch of gold makeup for her. With a smile, she squinted with a lifeless smile.
“I’m thinking, when you have won the battle and followed me back to see the father, what a scene of flying chickens and dogs.”
This is a unilateral outline of the future when she was in the bath barrel while he was stunned.
At this moment, she is dancing on the tip of the knife.
She must make him interested in her so that she can keep her life. But she can’t let him be too interested in her, especially can’t arouse men’s interest in women.
Youming was really interested. He took a corner of his lips and sat down beside her, patting his knee, saying: “It must be very interesting. The old fellow Sang Chengyin will definitely cut me with a knife.”
“And brother.” Sang asked with a smile on his side, “Can you beat them both?”
Inexplicably, there is such a little illusion that the years are quiet.
You Wuming thought about it for a while, and quickly knocked on her knees, saying: “It’s hard to say. I won’t fight, I will only kill people.”
Listening to the meaning in this remark, I don’t want to be true to Sang’s father and son.
Sang was comforted far and away inexplicably.
He tilted his head to look at her, his eyes gleaming in darkness, and asked her, “What do you like about me?”
Sang Yuanyuan: “…” This is really a bit difficult to edit.
“It’s this face?” He plucked his own face without mercy.
He shook his head immediately: “No, you haven’t seen me before.”
“Because I am so murderous?” He seemed to ask her, and he was talking to himself.
He stared at her majesticly and complained loudly: “Are you ill, little mulberry!”
Sang Yuanyuan: “…”
“Okay,” he came to the conclusion, and he seemed to be in a better mood. “Since you like to watch me kill, I will show you more in the future.”
Sang Yuanyuan: “?????” I am not, I did not talk nonsense.
He pointed to the side of the bed: “Do you want to sleep?”
Sang shook his head quickly: “I’ve washed my muscles, and I can use sleep to replace sleep.”
“Then follow me to practice.” He looked very happy and pulled a few times, lifting the thin silk quilt into the bed to make a big space.
He bent down, took off her shoes and tossed to the side, grabbed her feet, and became a standard meditation posture.
He also kicked off his boots and jumped onto the bed.
Jade Pillow blocked him for a moment, and was lifted into it by him.
The dark wood box was exposed.
You Wuming stopped as if she had been acupunctured.
He stretched out his hand, and there was a touch of blue light on his fingertips.
The slender five fingers were buckled on the ink-colored wooden box, the blue light flowing like water, gently resonating with the wooden box. In the sloshing waves, several fingerprints floated clearly.
Small, feminine, and not his own at a glance.
He grabbed the wooden box in his palm and turned to look at her.
At this moment, Sang Yuan felt like he was being knocked **** the back of his head and spine with an electric mosquito swatter. Her body was stiff and her scalp was numb.
How to do? Fight with him?
“No wonder.” He smiled suddenly.
Sang stared at him from afar, thinking secretly that he would scratch a few blood marks on his face! It’s better to bite his throat, maybe it’s broken?
“No wonder it’s sour.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you think this is my good friend? No. It’s me… mother.”
Sang Yuanyuan: “…”
Which of his eyes saw her jealous? This brain repairing effort is really a must.
Wait, he doesn’t seem to be angry?
“Come here.” He waved.
Seeing her not moving, he stretched out his long arm, dragged her over, and hit him in the chest.
He circled him and lifted the lid under her eyelids.
His chest trembles slightly, and he said with amusement: “I found it and couldn’t see it, was he angry?”
Sang had no choice but to follow him: “I’m so angry.”
Youmei laughed happily, injecting a blue spirit into the spirit pearl while laughing.
It took a little time to wait for it to shine, he lazily put his chin on the top of her hair, one hand twisted the transparent bead, the other hand flicked up inadvertently, caught in front of her, and squeezed lightly few times.
Sang Yuan heard a “buzz” in his mind, and he instantly blushed and backed away angrily.
“Don’t move.” His voice suddenly fell again, “It’s rare that I am calm at the moment.”
She bit her lower lip and turned her head stiffly to look at him.
His pair of black eyes looked very empty, staring straight at the fingertip’s spirit beads, his face cold and hard, like a piece of lifeless wood.
Sick?
A lazy and strong female voice slowly floated out of Ji Lingzhu.
“Poor child, my mother-in-law has no choice but to abandon you. Don’t be sad, there’s nothing to be sad about, anyone will die, won’t you? In this way, you can still do something for the mother-in-law. Wherever I go in the future, I will remember this good baby who is willing to sacrifice for his mother…”
There was only a dark surface on the bead surface, and the scene at that time did not appear.
You Wuming slowly held Ji Lingzhu in the palm. The other hand also let go of her.
Sang Yuan understood immediately, that’s how he held the beads in his hands.
So, it was his mother who spoke to him?
Was it five years ago… He was not crazy, but self-defense and anti-kill?
Sang did not know what was in his heart for a while.
He secretly recorded what she said to him with Lingzhu, but instead of scrubbing his reputation, he used more **** means to repress those arguments relentlessly…
Sang had a dry throat and her hair was dry. She felt the breath of Yumie’s body gradually chilling. He stepped back like a tide, far away from her, and threw the bead back into the wooden box, closing the wooden lid.
Then he sat on the head of the bed and settled, not looking at her again.
Sang Yuan breathed calmly and found a position not far from him.
He was confused and unable to calm down.
That happened five years ago. Youzhou Wang married his daughter, and the son of the world was desperately mad. He took the lead to bathe the hall in the blood of the shadow, and slaughtered the You family who came to Daohe. In addition to the Youying Yue who is about to marry to Hanzhou, one also Do not stay.
Afterwards, You Wuming did not have any regrets. He stepped on the ground and succeeded to the throne, and then gave a jade jade stained with fresh king blood to You Yingyue, patting her shoulder and gently instructed After she arrived in Hanzhou, you must not lose your face.
The handprint stained with the blood of the dearest one was burned on the shoulder of Dahongxifu.
You Yingyue was paralyzed, and she was greeted by a car.
No one knows what means Yuwuming used to suppress the voice of opposition. As a result, Youzhou unanimously supported the new king, and all the impeachers who sent to the heavens were like mud and water.
Since then, no matter in which state, people who openly discuss this matter will die.
The name You Wuming gradually became taboo.
Sang shook his head incredulously. Is there any secret behind this? Mrs. Laoyou Wang, what is the reason to oppose her son?
Moreover, five years ago, You Wu Ming was already a peerless strong man with plump wings, and his mother could not speak with such a strong tone in front of him.
It’s more like… against a young child who has no resistance.
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