Chapter 20: Easily dislike

Sang knew from afar that the ending of the book was about to take place.
How many people can survive after this campaign?
You Wuming is seriously injured in the book. If you still have to protect yourself, I am afraid...
My heart felt only cold and cold.
Is this a short journey through time and space?
If you were killed, you would save a lot of disasters for this world, and it would be regarded as not in vain.
She thought sarcastically.
Indistinctly, there seemed to be a deep wind and thunder sound.
Thunder rolled the black iron, and the rumbling sound was approaching.
"this is……"
I saw a fire dragon meandering over the inner Great Wall. The speed was so fast that the Sangzi flag was waving in the wind.
Sangzhou King, here it is!
It turned out that Sangzhou Wang led the soldiers and rushed directly from the inner Great Wall, saving a lot of detours, and actually shortened the trip by half a day!
Hong Zhong's roar of a lion traverses a wide buffer zone, echoing between the inner and outer Great Wall.
"Sang Chengming has already betrayed. Will he want to help the abuse, or will he return quickly?!"
"Don't you come down quickly?!"
"Quickly descend!"
The gates opened, and the spirited tiger and wolf teacher rushed out of the gates, and the iron hooves stepped over the wave of the Wraiths, tearing them into thousands of pieces without mercy!
At this moment, the demon is retreating, just like chasing the dog of the mourning family.
The Sangzhou Army quickly crossed the buffer zone, and a barrel of kerosene was transported over to the ghosts hoarding under the Great Wall and rushing towards the walls frantically, burning them to a squeak. , Rolling together.
Thousands of crossbows fired at once, and the demons that flew into the air fell in arrows.
The pressure on the city wall is suddenly reduced!
But everyone's face did not look good.
No one knows whether this Sangzhou army came to harvest them. The other party had ample ammunition, strong soldiers, and his own, all exhausted, reached the limit...
Han Shaoling had the worst face.
The interception has been revealed, he and Sangzhou, can be described as tearing most of the face. He could not imagine what the Sangzhou King, who had an absolute advantage at the moment, would do to him.
You Wuming, like a ghost, stuck to Sang Yuan and exhaled gently beside her ear.
"Little Mulberry, are you leaving me?"
Sang looked back at him from afar.
I saw the black eyes, full of murderousness unabashedly.
"I can't let you leave alive." He smiled, his face looked abnormally white in the blood.
I don't know if it was an illusion, Sang Yuan felt that his smile was somewhat fragile, like a little flower bud touching in the rain.
"How can I leave you." She rolled her eyes and smiled, "Finally, I will take you back to Sangzhou to see your parents when I finish your victory."
"Really? I don't believe it." His cold hands slowly leaned on her neck.
"I was injured," he said, "If Sang Chengyin wants to grab, I can't take you alive."
His black eyes became very hollow, and his palms gradually worked hard.
Sang grabbed his clothes from afar, and looked at him up and down: "Why don't I go wherever I go! Where are you hurt, let me see if it matters?!"
He stiffened for a while, let go of his hand, and stared at her weirdly.
After a while, he smiled.
"It's really a big girl to stay! Xiao Sanguo, if your father knows that you depend on me like this, I'm afraid I'm going to spit blood three liters!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Isn't it to save your life under the devil's claw?
"Forget it," he grabbed her by the shoulder, "I believe you."
He fixed her eyes fixedly: "Don't let me down, otherwise you will regret coming to this world."
Sang smiled slightly shyly.
You Wuming was laughed at by her, and a pair of bright black eyes rolled slowly, as if remembering if she had said something wrong.
For a while, he coughed unnaturally, grabbing her and preparing to go down the city wall.
At this moment, Sang Jun is pushing a barrel of ignited kerosene on a heavy black iron low-level truck and pushing it to the left and right. I saw that the fierce fire dragon rumbling through, swayed a wide passage of nearly one hundred feet, and the demon could not be overtaken for a moment.
A bearded, muscular man rode a crimson cloud beast and stood under the gate.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Is this man the King of Sangzhou?
In fact, she really wants to get in touch with Sangzhou's "relatives".
To Linggu and others, she can use amnesia to hide the past, but instead of going to get along with her family... Sang Yuan doesn't know how to manage herself.
"Han Shaoling!" The bearded man gave a lion-like roar in one mouth, "Give my daughter a good birth! Or you don't have to come down!"
Han Shaoling stood by the wall and replied aloud: "Sangzhou King, my wife and I just made a little misunderstanding. She did not say goodbye. You not only did not persuade me, but also attacked me to stay here! For your care, you asked me today if you want someone? King Sangzhou, so that the wicked will complain first, but it is not a gentleman!"
"Hehehehe..." Sang Chengyin smiled, "I only contacted her daughter yesterday, and she is here! I don't ask you who you want someone to ask! Don't you ask Wuyou either!"
You Wuming's footsteps suddenly went down the wall, a guilty expression appeared on his face, and he muttered, "Don't look for me."
Seeing Sang Chengyin's tone of voice, Han Shaoling couldn't help but feel a little puzzled-it's inevitable that Han Fifteen, who lost contact, did not actually have an accident, but brought Sang far here?
Looking around, his heart sank heavily. Han Fifteen did not return to the team. In such a battlefield, Mo Yao said that Han Fifteen, even if he was himself, had absolutely no ability to save a woman alone.
So, Sang is far away? ! If she has an accident, how should she deal with Sang Chengyin? !
It was when he was shocked that the armor was suddenly pulled lightly.
He glanced at his head and saw Meng Wuyou open his big deer-like eyes and whispered to him, "I can pretend to be Sang Wangnv and help everyone get out first."
Her eyes were full of pleading.
She wanted to be as useful as possible.
Han Shaolin's eyes flashed a few times. Finally closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Okay."
He removed the dressing on Mengwuyou's face and dragged her to the wall. The moonlight was bloody, and the gleaming white light of the cold fire lanterns on the city walls could only barely illuminate. Under such circumstances, Meng Wuyou's face is enough to be fake.
Han Shaoling said: "Sangzhou King, I know what happened today has nothing to do with you. In order to avoid any misunderstandings, everything will be discussed after the evil has been settled, how!"
"Good!" Sangzhou Wang Shengruo Hongzhong, "Clear the road and the friendly troops back to the city!"
"Yes!"
Everyone knows that the king of Sangzhou is not a sinister villain who has turned his back.
Han Shaoling waved his hand heavily, and the trapped soldiers evacuated the city wall one after another, following the passage opened by the Sangzhou Army and returning to the inner Great Wall.
The fire path made by the Sangzhou Army is like a wave of escape bridges swaying in the tsunami. In this turbulent wave, the Han and You forces meandered toward the inner Great Wall. They lost the clouds between the beasts, all exhausted.
The vigorous Sangzhou Army opened the way for them, one by one, as if they were escorting the captives.
Han Shaoling stood at the head of the city, and his heart inevitably rose up in humiliation.
You Wuming was already happy to take Sang far away from the wall, and was about to go out, Sang grabbed the sleeve from far.
"What sound do you listen to?" she asked nervously.
You Wuming listened to her for a moment and shook her head: "There is no sound."
"How do I think something is scratching the outside door. Will it be short-lived?" She blinked, looking forward.
You Wuming looked down at her.
There was no light under the city gate. In the darkness, there seemed to be two clear springs of water, shaking at him and shaking again.
"No." His voice was dull. "They all went down."
If this continues, it is not referring to the city wall, but to the Abyss.
Tens of thousands of clouds between the beasts, wrapped with the devil, fell straight into the abyss, there is no reason to survive.
You Wuming saw the spring in front of her, and the woman let out a sobbing sound.
"Is it so easy to be emotional?" He gently pinched her chin. "It's so easy to like me?"
His tone was bland as a backwater: "I like it easily, I don't like it easily."
Sang was about to speak, and suddenly there was a sense in her heart. She shook her head anxiously: "No, I really feel it."
She grabbed his hand, her eyes shining: "I think it's there, can you take a look?"
You Wuming broke free, put her hand behind her, and laughed coldly: "Even if it is, I can't open the door. It's too dangerous."
"Open only the small door, open a little bit!"
He laughed with a trembling chest: "Little Mulberry, you are really crazy. Well, if it is not outside, I will throw you out!"
He dropped her and strode toward the nearest iron door: "Open the door!"
No one dared to object.
The black iron doors were opened one by one.
You Wuming took his hand and walked straight out.
Sang trot far behind to chase behind him. The thoughts in her heart came together, just like pressing the gourd scoop in the water tank.
In case, what if?
The short life that has survived so hard, runs faster than any cloud beast. Much like her, no matter what the situation, she must work hard to live and be the best of her.
The last small iron door was pulled inwards.
Although the demons are coming back, they are too many in number. The demons squeezed the demons, saw a gap in the place, and smelled the blood of living people, and immediately turned around to kill them.
You Wuming pressed Sang Yuan's shoulder, leaned over her ear, and asked kindly, "Did you see clearly?"
There is nothing but Hades.
Thick demon corpses piled up on the ground, half full, and looked up. There was nothing but surging red tide.
Where is there any cloud beast. Any creature here will be torn to pieces.
Sang is far from concealed.
I was about to step back, and suddenly I heard the sound of ‘poo’.
Much like a claw scratching the door.
This time, You Wuming also heard clearly.
He glared and looked down.
He saw a furry claw sticking out under the heap of Wraith corpses not far away. It was dyed red and was pulling the black iron gate.
Youming: "..."
"Short-life?" Sang cried out carefully.
A head arched out.
Another head arched out.
Another head arched out.
Yunjian beast one by one, drilled out from under the corpse mountain, jumped into the wicket with a snort.
The lead one was particularly proud, and put a long, long fart towards Youwu.