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

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Chapter 66.6 The Next Target

She can only hold on to him, just as a drowning person holds on to the straw.

However, this straw couldn’t save her life at all, instead it took her to sink deeper and deeper together.

After a long time, she felt that he reached out and pulled her out of the clouds.

She sat up in a daze, listening to his low laughter in her ears.

“Mulberry,” His voice sounded extremely happy, “You are not a mulberry fruit, you are a little greedy fruit. There is a proper business today. I will make you enjoy it to your fullest next time.”

She calmed herself down and looked at him.

She saw that he had put on his clothes and was quickly putting the clothes on her.

“It’s time to go!”

After putting on the clothes, he held her and stood up. After taking two steps, he saw that she was still out of the state, and he laughed. He took her out of the bedroom, jumped onto Duan Ming’s back, and swept out of the Royal City like an arrow off the string.

“Lu Lecheng,” His voice returned to cold and calm, “In the past six months, three households have accused him of discarding women after having used them and caused the women’s suicide.”

Sang Yuanyuan sanity returned and she nodded softly.

This kind of scum who deliberately guides women to commit suicide when they are tired of playing is really a scum among the scum. Often, there’s no way to deal with this kind of person too.

“Do you think the next target of the puppet is him?” She asked softly.

“Maybe.” You Wuming smiled, “It doesn’t matter if it’s not, we will just go back and……”

A thick evil spirit floated in his black eyes as he lowered his head and rubbed his chin affectionately against her hair.

Sang Yuanyuan: “……You Wuming!”

“Yes, Madam?” He laughed frivolously.

“Are we there yet?” She sighed.

He raised his eyes to look and said: “Ow, here we are.”

Sang Yuan followed his gaze and saw a young woman looking left and right, then quietly leaned sideways and quietly walked through an unlatched black wooden door, into a neither large nor small courtyard.

“This one surnames Lu is really amazing!” Sang Yuanyuan said, “The woman ran to meet him secretly behind everyone’s back. At the time when the woman commit suicide in grief, no one can do anything to him.”

You Wuming patted Duan Ming’s head and said: “Stay on the watch outside.”

Duan Ming arched its hand impatiently, feeling that he was too wordy.

Several trees were planted in the courtyard, dense and lush.

You Wuming embraced Sang Yuanyuan, spread his wings, and fluttered into the dense branches of trees.

She gently pushed aside the branches in front of her and looked down.

The door of the main house was closed tightly and the woman who sneaked into the courtyard was knocking at the door anxiously, and kept calling: “Lu Lang[1], I beg of you, please meet me, meet me once again!”

After a while, a cold male voice came out of the house: “Go back, I won’t see you again. Min Banxiang, I can’t marry a woman who is already unclean before marriage.”

It’s the kind of male voice full of magnetism.

The woman cried: “But my body, I gave it to you!”

The male voice drifted out indifferently: “So what? You can give it to me so easily, and naturally you can give it to others too. Why should I be responsible for a very casual woman?”

“Lu Lang!” The woman begged piteously, “I really like you! I am already yours. If you don’t want me, I can’t keep living anymore! “

“Heh.” The door opened, and a handsome tall man walked out.

He stared into the woman’s eyes condescendingly and his voice was lowered several times, full of charms: “Really? If you really dare to die, then I will believe that you are sincere to me.”

There are stars spinning in his eyes.

Enchanter Clan! This Lu Lecheng was actually using the blood of the Enchanter Clan to trick those women who had been abandoned by him to die!

Sang Yuanyuan’s anger was ignited, and she was about to attack when the corners of her eye suddenly caught a little movement.

Her heart chilled and she looked to the roof.

Then she saw a small figure leaning on the main roof, uncovering a tile, and poked the head to look into the house.

A small hand held the tile which was a circle bigger than the face.

The puppet!

Sang Yuanyuan felt her back loosened.

You Wuming has quietly left her side.

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[1] Lang: a form of address, in this case it is like ‘my darling’.