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

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Chapter 72.5 The First Confrontation

Just now, he only had time to turn his head to avoid the vital point. His arm and shoulder were cut off by the sword heavily, almost cutting his heart.

When the sharp pain came afterwards, he raised his eyes that felt numb and looked in front of him.

He raised his right hand, holding a broken halberd in his hand, and found that it just pierced a body.

The scalding blood flowed down to his hand along the halberd. He followed the wriggly blood stream and saw a woman’s petite body was pierced by the broken halberd.

What the broken halberd stabbed was Sang Yuanyuan. She rushed forward and used her own body to stop the heart-wrenching blow for You Wuming.

Youwuming had been pushed aside by her. After swinging down the thunder heavily, his appearance was also extremely tragic. Blood rushed out of his mouth and for a moment, he couldn’t afford to struggle at all.

Han Shaoling let go of his hand as if being burned.

Then he saw Sang Yuanyuan staggered two steps, rushing towards You Wuming with the broken halberd.

Then she fell softly in his arms.

“Sang, Sang…” Han Shaoling took a cold breath, couldn’t care about the pain from his severed arm anymore and struggled to get up.

As soon as he moved, he felt the wind blow into the chest cavity, and the whole stomach and internal organs were tingling violently.

Being forced to fight with You Wuming has seriously injured him.

And You Wuming, this fellow, unexpectedly still insists on cutting him even though he has to use all his strength to take the thunder. Fortunately, the divine thunder helped to dissipate the strength and flames of the sword. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as throwing one shoulder away.

While trembling, Han Shaoling pulled off his robe with the help of his teeth. He wrapped the wound indiscriminately a few times, then sat down on the ground, panting, and stared at You Wuming. At this moment, both sides have lost the ability to do anything. Only when their own people come over, can they calm the overall situation.

“You Wuming, you are dead.” Han Shaoling said while vomiting blood.

You Wuming’s appearance was a little dumbfounded.

As if he doesn’t understand what had actually happened.

He blankly caught Sang Yuan who was rushing forward, moved mechanically, suppressing the violent shaking hands, and instinctively pulled out the broken halberd that pierced her chest. Then he tore off the hem of her clothes to wrap the wound for her, and held the small soft and trembling body in front of him. He looked down at her blankly without even blinking his eyes.

“Are, you alright?” She raised her eyes and looked at him. As she spoke, blood gushed out of her mouth.

You Wuming squeezed out all his strength, put his arms around her tightly and shook his head.

“I won’t die. Little Mulberry, will you die? ” He asked quickly.

“Probably not,” she vomited blood again, “Just don’t let me fall asleep.”

“Oh.” You Wuming nodded in a daze.

She closed her eyes and said with a smile: “It’s fine. We already tried it. And that’s all.”

“Yeah,” he said, “Nothing more than that.”

The so-called ‘heaven’ is nothing more than that.

The rumbling of hoofs gradually approached.

The enemy is coming! But You Wuming couldn’t even move his position.

“It’s Han Shaoling’s men.” You Wuming gasped heavily, and his teeth almost bit Sang Yuanyuan’s ears. “Little Mulberry, how about this? I will give you my life and cultivation. He won’t kill you. In the future, you have to live well.”

At this moment, what he thought in his mind had nothing to do with revenge.

“Do you want me to live my life in a living hell? You Wuming, do you hate me so much?” She pursed her bloodied red lips and said angrily, “Who said that he must take me with him when he died? Men’s words, really can’t be believed.”

After saying a few more words, she only felt that her eyes turned black, and a little dark golden light shone in the darkness. His handsome face became blurred, leaving only a shaking outline.

There was tingling from the numb wound and a sharp buzzing in her ears.

She felt a little cold.

“Sang Yuanyuan, don’t sleep.”

You Wuming’s voice sounded very tense.

She even heard a tremor in it.

She thought in a daze, it turned out that a person like him would also be scared…

She tried to open her eyes wide, trying to focus her mind towards his direction.

“Take me, dead or alive, take me together.” She grabbed his finger with all her strength.