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

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Chapter 63.2 The Burning Spirit of War

She calmed her mind, grabbed his arm and sat up, then put her soft body behind him, and said painfully: “You mean, if you are with me, someone will be killed?”

“Yeah.” His chest trembled sullenly, and he made a low and calm voice, “When the first victim appeared, it was precisely at the time when we were doing it on your cloud bed.”

He turned around, stretched out his long arms, and took her whole body into his embrace.

He caressed her hair intermittently: “I thought about it all the way and finally found out the only regular pattern——whenever I get excited because of you, the Heart-Seeker will start murdering people.”

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly shocked: “Are you sure…about the time?”

You Wuming’s thin lips twitched slightly, revealing an extremely cold smile: “Now, I am completely sure about it.”

She felt a little difficult to digest it for a while and murmured: “When you, me and Duan Ming were having fun and playing in the stream, could it be that, it’s your most happiest and excited time?”

During that time period, the ‘Heart-Seeker’ killed two You Shadow Guards in a row.

“Yeah.” There was a gentle touch across his eyes, “I have never felt that way.”

It is a playfulness that has completely opened up his mind which is not mixed with desires, where he puts aside all worries and is together with his beloved, and also his dog.

Sang Yuanyuan’s heart was shaken——No matter how far away and can instantly sense his emotions, and able to secretly kill the powerful Clear Spirit Base cultivator without being noticed at all……

She closed her eyes heavily, and she uttered the words like sighing and groaning.

“Is it ‘that’?”

“Yes.” You Wuming said lightly.

He lowered his deep, narrow eyes and stared at her.

“After breaking through the boundary, the control was broken too.” He pulled his lips and sneered, “I thought that it was because my cultivation was too high, it couldn’t keep up and has become an immobile wood.”

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath of cold air: “What exactly is……it?”

“That’s right,” You Wuming narrowed his eyes, “What is it, huh?”

It was his original body, which had already died twenty years ago. Because he still had a connection with it, he took it to practice together and made it into a puppet.

Who could have imagined that a puppet, not only could it cut off the string but also break away from the shackles of the puppet master?

She suddenly thought of something and looked up at him: “It can still sense your happiness. Then what about you? Can you still sense it?”

“Hatred.” You Wuming blinked slowly, “There is only hatred. Just like how I used to be, a whole piece of deep and gloomy hatred, like moss. The whole person, from the inside to the outside, is a moldy moss.”

He spoke such shocking words in an extremely calm tone.

She hugged him tightly, trying her best to warm his cold body.

After a long while, he laughed in a low voice.

“Little Mulberry, why don’t you put on your clothes yet? Do you still want it? “

Sang Yuanyuan: “……” She forgot about this.

He stretched out his long fingers and lifted up her chin: “I can only wrong you for a while now. Before I get it, I can’t touch you anymore.”

She nodded.

But soon afterwards, she felt that something was wrong.

It seems as if it was her who desperately needed him to touch her.

She stood up speechlessly and put on her clothes, then sat a foot away from him and said, “I didn’t feel you were excited just now. Why did it still kill people?”

You Wuming glanced at her lightly: “Of course I am excited. How can I not be excited.”

“Oh.” Afterwards, she felt a little ashamed in her heart.

He leaned closer: “You don’t seem to like it very much. Is it too long?”

Sang Yuanyuan: “No, it’s because of the lack of emotion.”

“Ah……” You Wuming patted his forehead in annoyance, “It’s because I only thought about that matter in my head……”

“It’s fine.” She smiled soothingly at him. “The way you look when you concentrate was so charming.”

His face changed slightly, and she was also taken aback. She pointed at his heart anxiously: “Don’t get excited!”

The two looked at each other, took a deep breath and adjusted their emotions. After a long while, it felt quite tiring, as if they had fought a battle.

Her face was strained into that of a female scholar’s.