Chapter 71.3 All The Living Things
You Wuming turned his head over and breathed with the wine smell on her face, then whispered mysteriously: “See, Little Mulberry? This fool has been fooled.”
However proud he can be, is however proud he is.
“Eat, eat, eat. Just eat yours!” She picked a piece of meat with the tip of the knife and stuffed it into his mouth.
You Wuming happily took it into his mouth.
Forgot what she was using in her hand was a knife.
In front of her, he would not raise the slightest bit of defense. He just opened his mouth and bit, and his lower lip was immediately cut with a long slit.
The blood immediately oozes out, and Sang Yuanyuan is so frightened that she hurriedly wants to call the big faced flower out for treatment.
Her hand was held down by him.
You Wuming raised his finger and wiped the blood stains slowly, then sipped it into his mouth.
“Blood with wine. Strong enough!”
Han Shaoling, unwilling to be outdone, immediately cut his hand and clenched his fist, dropped a stream of blood into the pot and drank it up.
You Wuming laughed staggeringly, and his drooped shoulder hit her small shoulder. He smiled and said: “I say he is a fool! See, is he a fool or not?”
King Zhang, Zhang Dai, quietly wiped his sweat and said in his heart, nevermind, forget it, competing in drinking is much better than fighting. This small boat of Zhang state, won’t be able to endure these two Buddhas’ several moves.
The roasted lamb is getting colder, the grease condensed, and the mouth becomes greasy after eating it.
You Wuming threw the pot in his hand and stood up staggeringly: “Let’s go out of the wall!”
His big hand encircled Sang Yuanyuan’s shoulder.
“Fruit! I will let you see how powerful I am!”
Han Shaoling hurriedly bypassed the low table and chased him up: “Can you really do it or not, You Wuming? The safety of Princess Sang…. “
You Wuming lowered his head and smiled darkly: “It’s not your turn to worry about it.”
With a squint, he arrogantly raised his head and strode out.
After walking a few steps, Sang Yuanyuan could hear the faint sound of the burning fire on his body, and knew that he had burned all the remaining wine in his body with the immortal fire.
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What a cunning guy.
Looking at Han Shaoling, who was swaying and blushing, she suddenly realized that this ‘male lead’ was really honest.
A group of four people stepped out of the hall.
Duan Ming has been impatient since long ago. When it saw its master come out, it raised a front paw, pulled a few times on the wooden door of the animal pen, and dexterously removed the bolt. Then it raised its fat leg and pushed it, and the door was immediately pushed open.
The animal pen guard: “…” It wouldn’t be that this cloud beast has gained human’s consciousness, right?!
The puppet secretly stuck out a small part of its face from under Duan Ming’s belly. It seems that its mood has stabilized to the point that there is only one emotion left——It wants to kill Han Shaoling.
Sang Yuanyuan’s eyes swept away and stopped at its fingertips.
She didn’t know where the puppet found a lot of fine cloth from and wrapped them up on its ten thin and sharp fingers.
What a really weird hobby.
You Wuming held Sang Yuanyuan, flew up lightly and fell on Duan Ming’s back.
He took the lead and swept towards the Black Iron Great Wall.
Han Shaoling led his cavalry to follow closely. King Zhang was worried about the two drunkards and hurriedly ordered his troops to catch up.
“Old Zhang,” You Wuming pointed to the wall arrogantly, “There, remember it well for me! Today, I will show you how Han Shaoling, the King of Han state, walk with his head upside down!”
Zhang Dai smiled bitterly: “My Big Brother You, you are alone. Are you really going to compete with the thousands of cavalry of the Han state alone?”
“Even if I am alone, what’s wrong with it?” You Wuming laughed wantonly, “Me, alone, kill his thousands of troops!”
He raised a finger and tapped his forehead: “Oh no, I am not killing him today, I am killing the underworld demon! I will give you, Old Zhang, a face.”
This guy said so happily. He doesn’t care at all whether Han Shaoling, who was riding on a cloud beast next to them, heard it or not.
Han Shaoling calmed his mind and looked at You Wuming with a deep gaze for a while. He quietly called a confidant and told him a few words in a low voice.
“He must be planning to do something in the back towards you.” Sang Yuanyuan said quietly to You Wuming.
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Thanks for the update!
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Oh. YW wouldn’t go into battle drunk since he’s with SY. thanks for the update!
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I like that sinister, one-minded, vicious puppet more and more! What a good pair with Duan Minh.
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sobbing and weeping over the puppet being worried it would hurt duan ming so it wraps its sharp finger tips with cloth to blunt them
i am emotionally devestated
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Because of your profile pic, I read all your comments in the voice of a mean, angry puppet and it cracks me up everytime. 🤭
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…are they really using their soldiers’ lives as a bet? Don’t they care at all about those who will die because the strongest part of the army, the Kings themselves, are absent???
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