[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 19.1 Why Should It Be Special?

　　”How do you feel?” You Wuming’s eyes drifted a little, turned away from the topic of beauty.

　　”Hands were sore.” Sang Yuanyuan frankly complained impolitely, “The sword is too heavy, not suitable for me.”

　　”I’ll get you a good one later.”

　　You Wuming slowly turned his head and glanced at Han Shaoling.

　　Han Shaoling only felt that his every strand of hair was uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and said, “Tonight, the ‘Return Tide’ will begin at midnight. It will last at least five hours from the beginning of the ‘Return Tide’. You and I must work hard together as a team. “

　　Sang Yuanyuan gently pursed her lips. This amount of time is almost enough for King Sang to arrive.

　　However, even if King Sang arrived and opened the gate of the inner Great Wall, it would be impossible for the two armies of You and Han to withstand the pressure of the ‘Return Tide’ and ‘Tail Roar’, to cross over this more than ten li of buffer zone to return to the inner Great Wall.

　　They still have to firmly hold on here.

　　Everyone is aware of how terrible this battle will be.

　　Han Shaoling’s face was slightly distorted: “If the Sang state is not destroyed, I will absolutely never let the matter drop!”

　　”Tsk,” You Wuming sneered, “If you still have your life afterwards, then you can put these cruel words out.”

　　Han Shaoling put away the ruthlessness in his eyes, raised up the large silver halberd in his hand, and said with a smile at You Wuming : “Come on, you and I will have a match!”

　　”Why not.” You Wuming responded lazily. Suddenly, like a black lightning bolt, he turns his hand to draw his sword out and cuts Han Shaoling directly.

　　”Clang——”

　　When the sword and halberd collided, the two most outstanding young kings of the Cloud Realm put their shoulders against each other and smiled ‘heh’ at each other. Then they swung in two different directions and began to recklessly reap the lives of the underworld demons.

　　Even if Sang Yuanyuan looked down at Han Shaoling ten thousand times, she has to admit that this man is extremely domineering and charming when he is on the battlefield.

　　One only saw the silver light flickered and the large halberd danced out an extremely clear and melodious ‘Hum’ sound. Layer upon layer of underworld demons fell like wheat being cut down and hot blood dyed the handsome and resolute face.

　　She wondered in a daze, actually, for such a king, women will forever only be a leisure time to amuse themselves. The perfect ending in the book is just that Meng Wuyou has defeated all the women, monopolized Han Shaoling’s harem and accompanied him on the road to the peak only.

　　What’s the point of this.

　　Speak of the devil, here she comes.

　　A woman carefully loiter to Sang Yuanyuan’s side.

　　She was pitiful, delicate and weak.

　　Meng Wuyou.

　　Sang Yuanyuan stared at this female lead warily.

　　Although she knew that Meng Wuyou was not the kind of vicious woman in white lotus skin, but in such a dangerous battlefield, there was such a drag that could not stop screaming and crying out involuntarily at every turn, hanging around her, it was completely not dying but courting death.

　　Meng Wuyou has an immortality halo, but she doesn’t. The weak protect the strong? It doesn’t make sense.

　　So Sang Yuanyuan put the sword in front of her, forbidding Meng Wuyou from approaching.

　　”Do not come here.” She threatened in a low voice, “Dare to come closer again, I will slash you.”