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

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Chapter 83.2 Bonfire Bridal Chamber Night

The tragic and heroic elegy first floated out of nowhere, and soon, it merged into a chorus, curling around, as if it could send the heroic spirit to the sky.

Some of the seriously injured soldiers were weeping silently.

In the midst of the sadness, Sang Yuanyuan raised both of her hands.

Countless knee-high sunflowers were appearing on the whole field in the center of the town. The flower plates were raised and it sent out brilliant and soft lights. In an instant, the seriously injured were bathed in the sea of spirit essence.

They were injured too badly. As soon as the dense healing spiritual mist passed by them, they were like a dry sponge that suddenly touched the water. Those lustrous and translucent spirit essences penetrated into the soldiers’ broken bodies and were absorbed completely. The sunflower then withered in an instant!

Sang Yuanyuan pursed her lips and gathered even more spirit essence.

Her face turned pale, her body shook, and she bit her lower lips so much that there’s a small injury on it.

On the raised arms, it was as if there was a heavy sandbag hung on it. The pain came out from the depths of the bone marrow as she convulsed and trembled unconsciously.

“Throw the rest of the wounded in!” She gritted her teeth, tilted her head, and said to You Wuming.

With just a brief glance, she saw his eyebrows frowned tightly, and his beautiful lips were drawn into a line.

But in the end, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he swept to the various platforms according to her words, grabbed the rear collar of those soldiers who were actually seriously injured but kept silent about it and forced themselves to continue fighting, one by one and threw them into the sea of flowers.

Sang Yuanyuan bit the tip of her tongue and poured all her energy into it!

More sunflowers appeared in the sea of people. The withered flower plates turned into ashes and scattered, but more flowers popped out with their little faces raised up. The golden flower plates faintly have a trace of blood color in it, and it seemed like they no longer looked spiritless.

They seem to be smiling.

The blood-colored spirit essence seemed to have a warmth. When it penetrated into the body of the seriously injured soldiers, tears flowed on those firm faces one after another.

They have a mutual perception.

Everyone can feel that these spirit essences, which instantly healed the serious injuries in their bodies, were dyed with the painstaking efforts of the petite woman in front of them. She has been fully overdrawn, burning herself to support such a huge healing spell.

Some people struggled to stand up, trying to move out of the healing area of ​​this sea of ​​flowers to reduce the pressure for Sang Yuanyuan.

You Wuming had to stay on the periphery and knock out these restless well-intentioned soldiers one by one.

The sea of flowers lasted for a full half a shichen[1].

At the moment of stopping, Sang Yuanyuan only felt the sky spinning, her body fluttered, and she fell backwards uncontrollably.

Fell into the familiar embrace.

The corners of his eyes were full of blood and his teeth were clenched tightly, but his voice was still calm and brought along a little bit of smile in it: “Madam, you have worked hard.”

In the garrison town, thousands of soldiers cried and shouted: “Thank you, Madam, for your life-saving grace——”

Sang Yuanyuan laboriously opened her eyes and saw You Wuming’s handsome face spinning around in her field of vision. She quickly closed her eyes again and waved at him: “Don’t, don’t make me cry. Let them, go and do what they should be doing! “

You Wuming knew that she was too empathetic and couldn’t stand such a scene, so he waved impatiently: “Go.”

He picked her up sideways.

“There is a small room in this garrison town. Let’s rest for a while.”

He took her into the small room, then shut Duan Ming and the puppet outside.

“Ou, ou, ouwu?!!!”

“Scratch, scratch, scratch!”

“Bang!”

There was a stone couch in the room. You Wuming threw away the bedding on the couch and sat down with his back against the wall. He hugged Sang Yuanyuan in front of him, lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead and cheek.

“Little Mulberry. Little Mulberry. My Little Mulberry.”

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[1] shichen: 12 shichen = 24 hours, so half a shichen = 1 hour.