When Ye Mu scolded Ling Shang, Ling Shang was full of karma.

The vicious words he said to Mo Yun and the damage caused were all doubled back to him by the person in front of him.

The worst fears finally happened.

- It's not that this guy has a growing hatred for himself, but that he devalues his wishful thinking to worthlessness in front of him.

Ling Shang didn't think about asking this guy to give him any response.

It's not that I never looked forward to it, it's just that that expectation has long been wiped out.

Later, I forgot that I was just a layman with seven emotions and six desires.

But even so, Ye Mushen still opened his blocked heart, dug out his deeply buried heart, exposed it to the cold and snow, and trampled it viciously into mud......

Is silent liking also an original sin?

Ling Shang was stunned and listened to the number of Ye Mu ginseng, thinking to himself, he was really bad.

Ye Mushen vented all the grievances in his stomach, but he didn't see Ling Shang refute half a sentence.

He hung his head quietly, unable to see the expression on his face in the darkness, or even to hear his breathing.

Like a dead man.

Ye Mushen didn't want to think about whether he was going too far.

Between him and Ling Shang, it's hard to tell who owes whom, isn't it?

If it weren't for Ling Shang, the eldest princess would not have been accused of treason and bullying, and he would not have had to suffer the disaster of six years in prison, let alone become a deposed prince who was once looked down upon by the whole world......

If you really want to settle the past one by one, I am afraid that the injustices of the two will be doomed before reincarnation.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the sight was darker than before.

Ye Mushen stacked the next sentence "I'll go find Xiaoyun" and turned around to leave.

Ling Shang froze in place for a moment, then turned around, put on his robe, put on his boots, and followed.

On the alleyway that was not very spacious, there was only one Ling Shang, and there were only two treacherous white paper lanterns in front of his door.

The darkness that pervades my heart seems to extend to the real world.

Ling Shang was a little confused whether he was a living person at this time, or a ghost wandering in the world.

He didn't even close the door, and went in the direction of Qianqing Temple.

In fact, he had no way of knowing where Ye Mushen had gone.

However, it should be in that direction, and there can be no mistake.

That person had the same blood on his body as his own, how could Ling Shang not know his every thought, and how could he not know his every decision?

……

The bright moon was mostly blocked by dark clouds.

From a distance, the bamboo shadows in the purple bamboo forest are swaying, and there seem to be countless ghosts and ghosts mourning the bitterness and parting of the world.

Slowly approaching, I saw a light fluorescence in the depths of the forest.

Ling Shang's light figure swept over the layers of bamboo and wood, and the broken leaves fell like a frightening wave.

When I saw the person in front of me, I couldn't breathe.

Hundreds of fireflies circled around a person on the ground.

Hua Yao curled up and fell unconscious.

There was a man kneeling beside her, and fireflies fell on his long snow-white hair, embellishing his back even more coldly.

Ye Mushen didn't notice Ling Shang's approach at all, and only knelt beside Hua Yao.

He saw the blood stains on Hua Yao's clothes and was at a loss.

He didn't even dare to probe her pulse.

The master is sacred and solemn, and he does not dare to defile it.

Ling Shang took a long moment before he spoke, "If you are so indifferent, she will really die." ”

His voice seemed to merge with the night, instantly drawing the fireflies around him.

On the contrary, Ye Mushen was startled, and then frowned in annoyance.

In his heart, Ling Shang didn't even have the qualifications to see the true face of his master.