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

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Chapter 71.2 All The Living Things

“King Han.” You Wuming said in a low voice while supporting both of his hands on the table and leaning slightly, “If you want to drink, I will accompany you.”

His brows moved slightly, his gaze was provocative, and his attitude was gloomy.

With a wave of his long sleeve, he grabbed the large clay pot that was roasting on the stove next to the table. Then he picked it up with one hand and drank it down.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said: “This is the real pleasure. As a man, why use a cup?”

How can Han Shaoling admit defeat? He immediately picked up the pot the size of his head and drank it. He held it upside down with a turn of his hand and shook out a few drops of wine left inside.

“King Zhang, more wine!”

Sang Yuanyuan looked at the two cockfighting, rubbed her eyebrows in annoyance, and picked up the small machete. Then she cut out the crispy pieces of meat for You Wuming and asked him to eat it with the wine.

When You Wuming put down the wine and saw that he could eat the warm meat that had just been cut, the whole person was about to float. He bent his handsome eyebrows and tilted his head, pretending to be vicious: “Put it down, put it down. Who let you touch the knife?”

Sang Yuanyuan put it back: “Drink your wine then!”

Han Shaoling suddenly appeared miserable.

The two men stared at each other, and neither of them was willing to let the other look down on them. The Zhang state’s wine was brought up one pot after another, and was quickly poured into the belly of the two kings.

No matter how high their cultivation is, they are unable to stand the burning knife too.

Their eyes gradually became a little hazy, and their cheeks were flushed red.

“Han Shaoling,” You Wuming said with a swaying smile, “What I have today, is really thanks to you——I really appreciate your half-heartedness.”

With the beautiful woman in his arms, You Wuming really can’t hold back the raised wings in his heart.

“Is that so?” Han Shaoling gritted his teeth, “You Wuming, it’s been a long time since we’ve got rid of the demons side by side. After today’s banquet is over, you and I will go out of the wall and kill them to our heart’s content!”

As he said this, his sharp gaze was as real as a flying knife, attacking You Wuming directly.

“Alright. A competition then.” You Wuming caught the vicious gaze lightly and made a critical hit with a turn of his hand. “Me bringing Little Mulberry with me, can even kill more than you do.”

Little Mulberry… Little Mulberry…

Han Shaoling lowered his head, supported his clenched fist on the table and leaned his forehead on it. It was supposed to be his, a lively and lovely woman that was smiling with a pair of small pear vortexes in the mulberry bush. Isn’t she just a little mulberry? Such a little mulberry that fell asleep obediently when he put it back in the Huiyun hall, such a lovely little mulberry that ran into You Wuming’s embrace just like this once he didn’t pay attention to her.

Han Shaoling slowly showed a pair of bloodstained eyes from under his fist: “A mere brute courage is nothing. If we want to compete, then let’s compete whose soldiers are stronger!”

What he brought here, were the Silver Armored Army.

The silver armor can be barely considered as the most inferior spiritual armor. On top of the silver armor, there is gold armor. The gold armor is a normal spiritual armor. When attacked, the force will be transformed into the entire spiritual armor, and it will not break so easily. There is dark armor on top of the golden armor, which can not only dissolve attack, but also rebound the attack.

The eight thousand sets that You Wuming collected from Huangfu Xiong last time were precisely this dark armor.

You Wuming smiled coldly: “Fine. You can send all your people out now. My seven thousand “What a joke!” Han Shaoling slammed the clay pot on the table heavily. “My twenty thousand cavalry are all wearing silver armor! Will I still need you to give way to me? You Wuming, I’m afraid you are either frightened or putting on airs so that when the time comes and you lose to me, you will say that it was you who gave way to me.”

“Tsk.” You Wuming smiled, “Can I even lose? If I lose, from then on, I will walk with my head.”

“Ha!” Han Shaoling laughed, “Fine. If I lose, I will stand upside down for you to see!  Listen, You Wuming. If your men can kill half as many underworld demons as my men, you win!”

Sang Yuanyuan: “…” Doesn’t have the energy to complain.

Are these two really monarchs? Are they really not primary school students that were quarreling over a grudge?