After a few more hits, the back of Ye Mushen's head was already a blur of flesh and blood.

The pain only made him more conscious.

After all, he is a bloody man, Rao originally just wanted to escape, and was played and bullied by his brother like this, and he can no longer make an appearance of being out of the way.

Although he is not good at martial arts, he also knows some of the essentials of attack.

Gritting his teeth, he bent his leg and hit Ling Shang's lower abdomen.

Ling Shang hooked his lips playfully, his eyes were soft and comfortable, and he flexibly avoided it.

It seemed to be a trick again, pretending to make an attack on the door, and entangled with him.

I don't know how long it took, but Ye Mushen fell to the disadvantage unexpectedly.

He was already dizzy from being hit, and now he was even more exhausted, and he was restrained by Ling Shang.

Ling Shang grabbed the wine jug on the coffee table, raised his head and poured a large sip, as if he was drunk and raised his eyebrows, his demonic face looked particularly evil in the dim light.

Ye Mushen's hands were clasped behind his back, and the whole person was encircled in his arms.

Grabbing his chin, he poured the lukewarm wine into his mouth.

Ye Mushen was choked to almost tears, and his hands that were buckled behind his back struggled again, and it was still just a waste of effort.

And so on until the whole pot of wine was poured into his belly.

The liquor flowed down his veins, igniting clusters of sparks that nearly burned him to ashes.

The shadow that had hung over Ling Shang's heart for many years had been brewing through the horrors of these days, completely engulfing him in this moment of silence.

The anger and depression in his heart are intertwined, and his eyes are black, and he is about to faint.

Ling Shang tapped a few acupuncture points behind his ears, causing him to sober up again in an instant.

"Asana, you are always ...... Always leave me alone......"

"Hmm...... I am...... Hate you being around......"

Ling Shang's heartbeat stopped in an instant.

No longer hesitate and hold his waist......

Ye Mushen's back was pressed against his chest, and his blood-stained white hair was messy under the dim moonlight.

Ling Shang sneered and closed his eyes, buried his face in his hair, and leaned forward.

Ye Mushen knelt on the ground, his hands trembling and supporting him on the ground.

……

Ling Shang was finally enraged by his stubbornness, pressed his waist and made him lie on the cold ground, and the whole person also pressed on him.

"Yi Xuan," Ling Shang leaned close to his ear, his voice full of tenderness, "You don't want to be buried with me, do you?" ”

"Hmm......" Ye Mushen's ten fingers were powerless to curl up, and his vision was hazy, "I don't want to ......"

"You wish you married Shangguan Wanqing as soon as possible and left Luoyang, so that you can never see me again, right?"

"Hmm...... Brother ......" Ye Mushen groped for Ling Shang's hand, carefully buckled it into his fingers, and his fingers caressed the bloody mouth on the back of his hand, "You...... Leave me alone...... How do you ...... How do I deal with the ...... of the evening?"

Ling Shang's brows tightened, and his voice roared hoarsely, "Do you dare not face Shangguan Wanqing, or do you not want to face me?" ”

"Hmm...... Brother, I ...... you There has always been no affection...... What are you doing to me...... I won't remember it anymore...... You saved my life, and I won't be your benefactor...... You tortured me to death, and I won't hate you......"

Ling Shang felt his palms covered with cold sweat, and only felt the despair of his skull.

Take a deep breath and evacuate slowly.

……

In the end, my heart was cold by his words.

Holding a strand of his blood-stained white hair decadently, "I let you go, how do you let me go?" ”

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