ATSWM Chapter 28.3

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Chapter 28.3 The Level of Shame Exploded

“Fortunately, the one you met was me.” He smiled briskly and said, “Little Mulberry, this is really a good fortune that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes!”

Sang Yuanyuan ：“……”

She had caught the key words.

Enchanter Clan.

One of the Three Evils.

The blood lineage of the Enchanter Clan, they are born with the ability to confuse people. When people’s mental defense is in its weakest, it is easy to be manipulated and influenced by them.

Today, affected by the blood at the sacrificial ceremony, Sang Yuanyuan’s mind was in turmoil, and the enchanter took advantage of this opening. Her natural empathy ability is very strong and in the eyes of this enchanter, she is basically a big target to swagger.

It’s a pity that as the saying goes ‘a person whose heart is not content is like a snake that tries to swallow an elephant’. This enchanter had left the slave camp but then tried to climb onto You Wuming’s bed. She’s too complacent. Using this kind of trick on him, isn’t she looking for death?

But……What does bloodline suppression mean?

How could the blood of the Enchanter Clan flow in You Wuming’s body?

You Wuming has leaned forward.

She felt the icy cold fragrance of flowers on her face.

This man, only when he is on the battlefield, and when he wants to do something to her, will the temperature of his body be astonishingly high.

Otherwise it’s usually cold, just like a snake.

It seems that he has no interest today.

The dead fish-like Sang Yuanyuan quietly let out a sigh of relief.

He gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair and wrapped a large hand around her back. He patted her on the back one after another intermittently, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

His arrow wound has healed, leaving only one terrible scar. The palm print on his chest has also faded. His self-healing ability is really amazing.

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Sang Yuanyuan’s head was buried in his chest, and she was almost unable to detect the smell of blood anymore.

She thought to herself, this man, unless he is killed in one go, all the harms will only make him more formidable.

After a very brief moment, inside her forehead and heart there’s a sudden burst of clarity.

She had a hunch inside that, Shuang’er, is dead.

She tried to move her body and sure enough, the nightmare has gradually vanished and there is not even the least bit of restraint anymore.

She soon fell into a dreamland, and this night, there’s only the fragrance of flowers inside her dream, with no picture at all.

In the morning when she opened her eyes, she saw that You Wuming had already put on his armor. Leaning his body sideways, he sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at her from a high position.

She smiled at him: “I like you a little more today than yesterday.”

This little more, is for his intention of not wanting her to cry.

You Wuming quickly turned his head back and gave out a slight nasal sound, saying: “It’s fine with just the same. Doing things your own way. Who wants your ‘more’. “

Sang Yuanyuan secretly pursed her lips and laughed. She sat up, tilted her body to find his eyes, and saw a tiny, proud joy jumping inside it.

Her heart suddenly warmed. She leaned forward and imprinted a shallow kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Well, there’s one thing.” You Wuming said, “You change your clothes and I will tell you.”

This time, what he prepared for her was no longer the clothes of his entourage, but an easy to move, strong but not heavy armor.

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