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

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Chapter 85.6 The Mystery of The Heavenly Divination Mirror

Sang Yuanyuan smiled and sat farther away: “I understood. I will stay away from it.”

You Wuming: “…”

He leaned towards her and muttered: “I just sat down on it for a while. It’s not like you have never touched me at all. Didn’t you still love it to death at that time? Why did you dislike it again now?”

Sang Yuanyuan: “!!”

She did clutch, scratch and hold randomly when she got out of control before.

He has such a good figure, who will not love it?

The problem is…

Seeing her face flushed, You Wuming couldn’t help being in a very good mood. He stretched out his long arms and hugged her straight in front of him, then motioned her to look at the broken mirror.

This piece of broken mirror is very different from that of Qin Yuchi’s. Behind the mirror is a diamond shaped mirror holder, which is made of the same material as the mirror’s surface.

She stretched out her hand, and You Wuming put the broken mirror in her palm.

The handsome eyes were slightly narrowed in a proud manner. With a confident look, he said in a low voice: “Just play with it as you like.”

It seems that when he refined that ‘divine power’, he had already seen the mirror thoroughly.

It felt cold and it sank down on her palm. The broken mirror turned out to be heavier than expected.

Sang Yuanyuan tossed and turned it again and again, carefully inspecting it, and said: “There is a small broken gap under the mirror holder. It seems that it should have been connected to another thing.”

“Try it!” You Wuming urged.

Sang Yuanyuan nodded and gently held the broken mirror.

At this moment, her heartbeat could not help speeding up a lot.

“You Wuming.”

She so naturally assumed the same movements and expressions as You Wuming did when he used the broken mirror for the first time.

There was silence before her eyes.

“Me.” She said again.

Still nothing.

There’s no need to try the original ‘dead character’ anymore.

“Meng Wuyou.”

There was a flash of watery light in front of her.

Immediately, the perspective spread down from the sky. She saw the cornice of a wide hall accompanied by the golden red drum sound, and a bright red giant carpet spread from the gate of the royal city to the jade steps of the main hall. Two people in luxurious and heavy dark clothes came hand in hand and treading along the drum sound. On both sides of the carpet, the officials worshipped the two people together.

The angle of view zoomed in.

Under the package of costumes, this counterfeit looked very much like herself, but there are already some noble bearing in her manner.

When she looked closely again, she saw that the surnamed Han and Meng were surrounded by colorful halos, but the others seemed unable to see it at all.

Sang Yuanyuan secretly thought to herself, this broken mirror was indeed more ‘advanced’. The last time they used the piece from Qin Yuchi, You Wuming could only see Han Shaoling breaking the Capital of You. Today, they can even see Han and Meng getting married in this piece.

She stared at the colorful halo, fully mocking it in her heart.

When she was just about to frown, she suddenly heard a very low and very light sneer in her ears.

Immediately, the colorful halo surrounding the two people turned into black flames, and maliciously drew the outline of a lifelike turtle[1]on the foreheads of the two.

Sang Yuanyuan: “…”

She opened her eyes and saw You Wuming pointed a finger on the broken mirror in her hand, with a malicious smile on his lips.

“They thought that two colorful bastards could save the world.” His tone was extremely sarcastic.

Sang Yuan’s heart jumped: “Have you seen the secret of ‘them’? Who are they?”

You Wuming smirked: “If you want to know, let’s trade it with you.”

With a gloomy look, he drilled down her collar, and his long fingers inadvertently tapped the Lotus Rouge next to the pillow.

Tuk, tuk.

Sang Yuanyuan: “… I will see it myself!”

She took two steps back and clenched the broken mirror.

“The Temple of Heaven’s Head.”

There was silence all around.

“The Temple of Heaven’s Head of Altar!”

There was still silence all around.

You Wuming laughed and slapped his legs: “Little Mulberry, only those who know the person can see it.”

Sang Yuanyuan slowly opened her eyes: “So you saw someone you knew, and then found the secret of ‘them’!”

She hurriedly calmed down and thought to herself, “Jiang Yanji, Huangfu Jun!”

The picture slowly floated in front of her eyes.

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[1]Turtle : bastard.