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

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Chapter 85.5 The Mystery of The Heavenly Divination Mirror

Sang Yuanyuan: “… The Regent Ruler’s means are really thunderous!”

“The medicine that You Wuming sent, Yun Xuzhou had already ordered for Yun Xuyang to take it. It was said that within two days, he had vomited a liter of blood with poisonous insects in it. It is estimated that the blood insects in his body can be completely cleared within half a month.” Sang Bujin said cheerfully.

“That’s really great,” Sang Yuanyuan said, “In this way, Big Brother doesn’t have to worry about the children in the future anymore.”

Sang Bujin feels so ashamed: “Who is worried about this!”

Sang Chengyin who was on the side, widened his tiger eyes: “What children?! Sang Bujin, you bastard! What have you done behind my back, huh?!”

“Ahhhhh!” Sang Bujin was so taken aback. “Why didn’t you tell me that Father is by your side?!”

Sang Yuanyuan: “… Alright, alright. Both of you, father and son, quarrel by yourself later. Big Brother, listen to me first. You should immediately contact Yun Xuzhou about the treatment of the spirit poison now. Don’t disclose it to anyone, including all of Yun’s family. It is enough with only herself alone that knows about it.”

Sang Bujin was obviously startled: “Little Sister, did you find something?”

“It couldn’t be said so either.” Sang Yuanyuan said, “I just vaguely felt that something was not right. BIg Brother, the Huangfu clan’s performance really didn’t look like the evil hand behind the scenes who made the spirit poison. I can’t tell what was wrong specifically. Anyway, just block the news first. There was also no need to spread it out. It’s still not too late to discuss everything after the evil disaster was settled.”

“Alright, I will tell her right away.”

When the jade token was broken, Sang Yuanyuan turned her head back and saw a faint flicker of glistening light in Sang Chengyin’s eyes.

“Father, what are you crying for?”

“Who, who is crying!” Sang Chengyin blew his beard.

She leaned forward and took the other person’s arm: “Does Father think this daughter is already grown up and able to use her own brains now, so there’s no need anymore to worry about her?”

“I indeed feel I am already old now.” King Sang stuffily said in a muffled sound.

“Father is old but still vigorous in mind and body!” Sang Yuanyuan said, “When You Wuming reaches your age, he will certainly not be as awe-inspiring as you are today!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

Sang Chengyin then went away contentedly.

When Sang Yuanyuan returned to her humble new house, she saw You Wuming squatting on the bed, holding a small faced flower in his hand, tearing its face plates to play.

Sang Yuanyuan: “…”

Seeing Sang Yuanyuan coming in, You Wuming beckoned to her happily.

She went to the bed and sat down. She looked around but didn’t see the broken mirror.

“How is the refining?”

You Wuming casually raised a hand in front of her.

Then she saw the thunder flame slowly igniting above his palm and his five fingers. The color is no longer bluish white, but pure black.

Sang Yuanyuan: “?”

Didn’t he refine the colorful ‘divine power’? Why is it black?!

“Poisoned?!” She grabbed his arm nervously.

You Wuming’s hand shook and he took away the flame.

“I don’t like that color.” He said lightly.

“You can still change the color?” Sang Yuanyuan was truly, genuinely shocked.

“Well,” You Wuming groaned, “that power surpasses the Five Elements.”

He put his slender fingers under his eyelids and looked at them for a while.

“It’s mine now.”

Sang Yuanyuan slightly gave her own brain a tonic by imagining that as soon as he made a shot, it would be a black flame that passed by.

It’s so handsome that it is a foul.

Then she looks at those flowers of hers again…

Sang Yuanyuan could not help dropping her head down.

“Mulberry!” He raised his hand and rubbed her cheeks. “I saw something.”

“Huh?”

Then she saw You Wuming lowered his head and casually lifted the bedding and pillow on the side.

“… Where did it go?”

When he shifted his body, he found that the broken mirror had been pressed under his butt.

You Wuming: “…”

He took the broken mirror into his hand and handed it to her.