Zhou Yinchen only knew that he had been ill recently, but he didn't know that he had tuberculosis.

In addition to the horror, the sorrow is even worse.

Countless people died of tuberculosis, and all of them ended up in a bleak end.

"Aren't you leaving?" Ling Shang coldly chased people away.

Zhou Yinchen shuddered and didn't dare to linger any longer.

As soon as he went out, he saw Ye Mushen with an inch of snow falling on his shoulder.

"Night Hall Master, what are you ......" Zhou Yinchen's eyes widened.

"It's nothing, I owe it to Master Hou." Ye Mushen pulled out a calm smile.

Who exactly he owes, he himself can't tell.

"Master Hou?" Zhou Yinchen was puzzled, "How could he be willing to let you ......?"

"Okay, my business with him has nothing to do with you." Ye Mushen sighed in his chest, "You're tired too, Lu Qian has prepared a room for you, so let's rest." ”

"......" Zhou Yinchen hesitated for a moment, deciding not to confess his illness first, "Bingyan will retire first." ”

After only two steps, he turned around and said, "If you can't stand it, don't force yourself." ”

Ye Mushen was impatient, "Don't mother-in-law, my own business, I can't take care of you." ”

Zhou Yinchen covered his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, and left in a hurry.

Ye Mushen looked at the paper window illuminated by the candlelight, and vaguely saw Ling Shang's figure back and forth.

The wind is cold; Ye Mushen is not afraid of the cold, but he also feels a little cold at the moment.

Ling Shang wanted to let him pay back everything he owed to Ye Mujing.

And what about him...... Why don't you let yourself pay off what you owe him?

Ye Mushen couldn't figure it out.

He owes Ling Shang too much.

If Ye Mujing can be cured, then he owes even more.

If you owe night Mujing, you can probably pay it off; But if you owe Ling Shang, Ye Mushen doesn't know how to pay it back, and she doesn't want to pay it back.

Not only did he deceive himself, but he also made himself a reckless sinner.

He has done too many treacherous things.

Ye Mushen couldn't understand why Ling Shang wanted to hurt Ye Mujing like that.

He is so smart, and his strategy is so clever - even if he owes Dong Changyou a favor, he can't treat Ye Mujing like that, right?

This alone is unforgivable.

The snow is in the early morning, and the morning light is faint.

Inside the house, Ling Shang bandaged his wrists slowly and methodically.

His face had an unnaturally ruddy glow.

Ye Mujing was naked, and the wound on his abdomen had healed, leaving only an ink-colored wound half an inch wide.

He just looked at Ling Shang's silhouette, and tears couldn't stop sliding down the corners of his eyes.

How much affection there is for Ling Shang, how painful it will be when you see him.

Only he knows how long this relationship has been brewing.

Ling Shang tidied up his cuffs, brewed a cup of cold aged tea, and swallowed it carefully.

He has been soaked in a poison jar since he was a child, refining himself to be invulnerable to all poisons.

His blood can kill all kinds of insects and dissolve all kinds of poisons - just use the law.

Originally, nothing in the world could hurt him anymore.

Can it be ......

Ling Shang calmly sat beside Ye Mujing, dipped his tea with a gauze scarf, and moistened his chapped lips.

"Your Highness Jing, let me go." Ling Shang's movements were extremely gentle, but his eyes were so empty that they were terrifying.

Ye Mujing didn't have time to rejoice in his approach, so he was stabbed all over his body by the ruthlessness of his words.

"I don't want anything, I just want to ......" Ye Mujing said weakly, "I just want to always be with you......"

"But I can't tolerate you." Ling Shang frowned at the demon's long eyebrows, and his beautiful face made people pity because of his heavy concerns.

"You hate me...... So why did you save me so many times? ”

"I'm not saving you — I'm not going to stand idly by in a situation like that."

"But, for so many years, it was you who saved me every time......"

"It's just a coincidence."

"Twenty years ago...... Thirteen years ago...... Half a year ago...... And today's ......" Ye Mujing's chest was washed by emotions and rose violently, and his hands stroking Ling Shang's face with difficulty, "You said it was a coincidence, but I said it was fate." ”