Ye Mushen searched around the yard, but he couldn't find Tianqiu and the little fox.

He found some strange places, such as the fact that the doors of each house were open, and the owner, Ling Shang, was alive and well......

But there was not the slightest smell of people in the whole place.

Finally, he reluctantly went to Ling Shang's room, wanting to ask where his little apprentice was.

Ling Shang's door was not closed.

Ye Mushen only hesitated for half a cup of tea at the door and stepped in.

Ling Shang hadn't been drunk for a long time, and it was rare for him to be so embarrassed.

He saw that guy the night before, and it was a surprise.

It's just that I didn't have time to rejoice in seeing him, so I was stabbed by the disdain in his eyes and couldn't take a step.

With just one glance, Ling Shang understood that he had already been completely thrown out of the clouds by that guy.

It's ironic - he's been looking forward to never seeing that guy for a long time.

But when he thought of it, he didn't leave the city, but he didn't want to appear in front of him for so long......

Ling Shang didn't want to drink either.

But that guy still owes him a drink.

If he doesn't mention it, that guy won't be like that.

It's always like this. The guy can always accept everything he does with peace of mind and turn around in style.

It's as if he's not even a passerby in his life.

How can it not be owed? How can you not see each other?

……

Ling Shang grabbed Mo Yun's hand and dragged her into his arms, pressing his hand on her back, letting her cling to his heart.

Why is his heartbeat always so weak?

Because outside his heart, there are layers of poisonous lotus.

Most of the hearts of ordinary people are the size of fists.

But his heart is less than half of that of ordinary people.

Such a small heart can only accommodate such a purpose......

And that's just one person.

Mo Yun closed his eyes, tears rippling on his slightly trembling eyelashes.

She didn't dare to make a sound.

I was afraid that as soon as I made a sound, I would alarm him, and I would wake up from my dream.

Ye Mushen walked lightly, and when he entered the house, he smelled a smell of wine, and smiled lazily, "I didn't expect you to drink such strong wine......"

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the spicy picture in front of him.

He immediately laughed, "I haven't been here, I haven't seen anything." You go on, go on. ”

A smile streamed from the corners of his mouth to his eyes.

and from the center of the eyebrows to the ends of the hair.

retreated to the door step by step, and intimately led the door for the two.

There was a sudden uproar inside the door, followed by Mo Yun's low voice.

Do you prostitute yourself in the daytime? It's intense.

Suddenly remembering that he seemed to have done something more out of the ordinary not long ago, Ye Mushen's stomach churned, and he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.

After all, he just took a deep breath and looked at the rising sun with a sneer.

The morning sun was dazzling, stabbing his eyes painfully, and he couldn't help but get wet.

What did Hua Yao tell him?

- What's wrong with the flowers? Is it wrong with looks, is it wrong with stubbornness, is it wrong with romance, is it wrong with profligacy, is it wrong with incompetence, or is it wrong with bad intentions towards my sister?

- No, those who have lost the world cannot escape; But why does everyone live but want him to die?

- In fact, he just cast the wrong baby, the wrong surname Hua, and he just had such a sister.

Why isn't this the case when he admires ginseng at night?

If you have such a brother, you will have to bear a lifetime of guilt and a lifetime of sin.

Ye Mushen walked a few steps slowly, and then heard a burst of broken words from behind the door, so he quickened his pace.

The door behind him opened and closed quickly.

Ye Mushen's scalp tightened for a while, and he didn't look back.

The footsteps behind him lightened.

And then it sped up.

Ye Mushen could almost feel the coldness of touching the hairpin on the back of his neck, and finally stopped.