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Ling Shang only replied "no" every time.

Ye Mushen would not add a sentence to let him remember how to do it the next day.

The wine you ask for is always not as mellow as the wine that someone gives you voluntarily.

Ye Mushen knows Ling Shang too well.

The guy always doesn't remember some things clearly, but he remembers other things vividly.

How could that guy not remember what he said......

Of course Ling Shang remembered, but he also did it deliberately.

It's just a pot of wine, it's really nothing.

But why, when Ye Mushen mentioned it, he didn't even have a request, so he had to do it?

Ling Shang will only do what he believes in.

……

In the turbulent winter, the snow is only a thin layer.

Ling Shang did not come back that night.

Night Mushen waited on the roof until midnight, and the whole manor was pitch black.

He was faintly worried, so he went to Ling Shang's room.

Mi Xiang is still there, everything is still there.

So I breathed a sigh of relief.

He slept on his desk for less than two hours, when he was awakened by the soft sound of the door opening.

There was only a faint candle flame in the alcove.

Ye Mushen saw Ling Shang supporting a person who smelled of blood.

The figure seems to be somewhat familiar.

Most of his face was obscured by a ghostly Rakshasa mask.

He also grinned when he saw Ye Mu ginseng.

Ling Shang also saw someone who shouldn't be in his house.

"Get out." He doesn't give the other person a chance to say even a word.

Ye Mu went out of the door, stood under the maple tree in front of Ling Shang's house until sunrise, and waited until the sun rose three poles.

There was always bits and pieces of movement in the house, and there was no stopping.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally knocked on Ling Shang's door.

The rich smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine rushed in.

Ling Shang's eyes were very heavy, and the clothes on his body had not changed.

The placket was slightly disheveled, and there were spots of blood on his chest, which were obviously not his own.

"The person you brought back, can I take care of it?" Ye Mushen's nails were deeply embedded in his palms, "I've been hungry all night, can you make some food first?" ”

Ling Shang glanced back at the figure on the bed and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute. ”

He closed the door softly, and there was a rustling sound in the room.

In a blink of an eye, Ling Shang changed into clean clothes and came out, deliberately bringing the door to prevent Ye Mushen from entering the house.

The masked man left a few days later.

Ye Mushen vaguely guessed his identity, but Ling Shang didn't say anything, and he acted as if nothing had happened.

……

After a while, Ye Mushen still couldn't wait for a pot of wine.

So he went to the town himself and bought a whole jar of plum wine that was sold in limited quantities.

When I came back, I warmed it over a low fire, and the air was filled with a light aroma of wine.

Ye Mushen felt that he didn't seem to like drinking so much.

Ling Shang always came back at a different time every night.

When you enter the door, you don't look up to see if there is someone waiting for you on the roof.

He is like a walking corpse, mechanically carrying out the instructions given by reason, without joy or sorrow.

But only he knows how precious this simplicity and serenity are.

But this night, there was a different smell in the air.

When Ling Shang came to the back kitchen, he saw an empty wine jar on the table and a wine jug steaming on the stove.

There is only one glass of wine left, and you don't have to think about it to know where the wine jar has gone.

There was a note pressed into the wine jar.

Ling Shang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his pale face was also covered with a strange shadow.

The note slowly landed, shattering into powder in the air.