On the top of a misty mountain, there was a man wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, revealing the white skin and delicate collarbones that even women were jealous of, a pair of tight black leather pants underneath, a pair of black sneakers on his feet, and an unknown silver bracelet on his wrist.

The man who had been sitting on the top of the hill slowly raised his head, his head lowered, and his face was covered with a white mask, revealing only the area below his mouth and his eyes.

The mask was depicted with golden lines, forming a strange pattern, short hair on the forehead, and eyes as deep as black holes staring at the night sky.

The man's eyes were fixed on the brightest star in the starry sky, his thin lips exhaled softly, and his hands were propped behind his back, supporting the weight from his upper body.

This man's name is Tang Ling, he has no father and no mother, he is the only one in the family, has no girlfriend, and has lived alone for twenty-four years.

It's not because Tang Ling is too bad, but because Tang Ling created the largest company in Linghe City, the Tang Group, at the age of twenty-four.

And this company was created by Tang Ling when he was sixteen years old, and with the little money he had left, he developed the company in five years alone.

After finishing high school at the age of nineteen, he went to the United States to study, leaving the company to one of his assistants, so that the assistant could take care of the company according to his plan, and when he came back from studying abroad, the assistant developed the company into the first group in Linghe City, Tang's Group in three years.

Someone once asked why the assistant was willing to be Tang Ling's assistant all the time, and the assistant only smiled slightly, and then left with everyone's puzzled eyes.

And at the moment when the company was thriving, Tang Ling suddenly handed over his position to the assistant who had been helping him, and then left with the dividends of each year.

And more than half of the dividends every year will go to charity, and a small half will be donated to the orphanage in the name of others, if it weren't for someone digging up this information, and there is enough evidence to prove that Tang Ling did it, maybe everyone wouldn't believe it.

And this time was when Tang Ling was exposed, but Tang Ling, who was exposed, didn't pay attention to these things, and he just frowned because of his cold nature, and then ignored it.

Tang Ling has a good temper and has wealth that others can't enjoy in their lifetimes, but he is willing to donate this money to charities and orphanages.

Tang Ling doesn't like to talk much, but it's not that he doesn't like to talk.

He doesn't like to laugh, it's not that he doesn't want to laugh, it's that he can't.

As for the mask on the face? To him, it was just a decoration, Tang Ling never thought of hiding his identity, but this way there would not be a lot of trouble to find the door.

Sometimes some trivial things make Tang Ling, who has a good temper, feel a little annoyed.

Good temper, rich, kind-hearted, and handsome face, who doesn't like such a man?

And it is because of these Tang Ling's excellence that those women who deliberately approach and think that they are pretentious consciously retreat, and they have only one feeling, Tang Ling is only suitable to be a friend, not an object, so Tang Ling has always been alone.

Someone once told Tang Ling this, and Tang Ling just nodded, he didn't like to think too much about his feelings because of his cold nature.

Tilting his head, he didn't know when the mask was placed on the ground, and a handsome face that could be called the world was revealed.

The fair skin does not contain any bad deeds, the high nose bridge is as straight as a ruler, and the thin lips are bland, especially the pair of eyes that are also very eye-catching in the dark night, as if they contain the stars and the universe, revealing the profundity of the heart, and can understand the soul of the world in an instant. Because he can no longer be described as perfect.

Suddenly, there was a cold feeling in the fingers of his left hand, Tang Ling tilted his head and looked at the place where the cold touch came from his fingers.

What caught my eye was a small white snake that was only the thickness of a finger and only about 30 centimeters long.

The white whole body was white and jade, and the yellow vertical pupils stared at Tang Ling like this, and the snake letter kept confiding.

At this time, the white snake had already wrapped around Tang Ling's wrist, staring at Tang Ling with his little head up, his vertical pupils revealing a trace of anxiety.

Tang Ling didn't notice the two inconspicuous small bags on top of Bai's head.

The corners of Tang Ling's mouth tugged upward, wanting to smile, but finally gave up helplessly.

Tang Ling stretched out his hand and touched the head of the white snake, and the white snake actually narrowed his eyes comfortably.

I didn't expect that a cold-blooded animal would actually like warmth, but it was only limited to Tang Ling, if others dared to do this, this white snake would definitely attack immediately.

This is one of Tang Ling's secrets, he exudes an aura of affinity, whether it is receiving or any messy things, it will not be dangerous to him, and Tang Ling also knows that so he will not be startled by that feeling just now.

"Here you go again." The voice is not rough and unruly of a big man, Tang Ling's voice is very good, just like the chirping of a yellow warbler, but this yellow warbler is a male......

The sound is very good, but it is very weird, because the sentence is said to a snake.

It's just that the white snake didn't ignore the imaginary love answer, but nodded the snake's head in response.

This little snake did not appear in front of him for the first time, but for the third time, and every time it appeared, it would take a drop of Tang Ling's blood from Tang Ling's hands.

This time was no exception, Tang Ling seemed to see the white snake's anxiety, and he didn't know where a small knife came from, slid on his index finger, cutting a small wound, and a drop of scarlet blood with Tang Ling's invisible golden mangs dripped into the mouth of the white snake.

After the white snake swallowed that drop of blood, he quickly swam around Tang Ling's body, and then rubbed Tang Ling's neck affectionately with the snake's head, and Tang Ling ignored the white snake after giving the white snake blood, and continued to look up at the night sky.

Seeing that Tang Ling ignored him, the white snake didn't make any moves, and after he jumped down from Tang Ling's body, it turned into a white lightning bolt and disappeared.

Tang Ling didn't look at the White Snake, so Tang Ling didn't know how fast the White Snake was, even if he saw it, Tang Ling wouldn't say anything, and in the end, he just felt strange.

Tang Ling kept looking up at the starry sky, and the moon gradually reached the center, indicating that the current time was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and at this moment, the moon suddenly turned red, and at the same time, Tang Ling's body instantly made a posture of sitting cross-legged.