Ling Shang had already wanted to kill this person with his own hands more than once.

The same is true at the moment.

Only when he dies can he be completely at ease.

Ye Mushen didn't have much will to survive.

The past twenty years have not been dull; It's just like that, and it's not too much of a loss......

Ling Shang couldn't put down his hand in the end, let go of his hand, and let him fall down with his head defenseless, the back of his head slamming to the ground, and making a "bang" sound.

He seemed to have figured out something, and a cold smile appeared in the eyes of the gloomy owl.

"Don't play dead," he said, standing beside Ye Mushen, looking condescendingly at his embarrassed look, "I said I wouldn't let you get away with it easily." ”

Ye Mushen felt a slight tinnitus, and Qi Qiran smiled, "Brother, I'm not afraid." Don't be afraid. ”

Ling Shang became inexplicably irritable, his eyebrows took off his clothes, and he stretched out his hand to him, "Don't lie on the ground, get up." ”

Ye Mushen did not hesitate, and put the hand that wiped the nosebleed on his palm.

The palm of the hand was not smooth, the palm was cold, and the moment he held his hand, it became hot again.

Ye Mushen didn't know much about the warlock's doorway, so he felt that a stream of heat passed from Ling Shang's hand into his palm, and he was not as short of breath as Fang Cai.

Still, the place where I was knocked by the hard floor was still painful and numb.

He stared at Ling Shang's chest, "Brother, I was thinking just now, it's good to die at your hands like this...... But, just like that, I still have a regret......"

Ling Shang looked at him incredulously at his stubborn appearance with a nosebleed, but he couldn't take his eyes off it, "What regrets? ”

"I want to ......" Ye Mushen's eyes flashed with a sly light, and the nosebleed had already flowed to his upper lip, "On you." ”

Ling Shang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly grabbed his hand—the hands of the two of them had been clasped tightly—and kissed his fingers one by one.

"That, although I want to fall in love with you, it's not ...... now" Ye Mushen withdrew his hand in horror, and his speech was out of logic, "I ...... now It's been squeezed dry by you a long time ago. ”

Ling Shang suddenly picked him up horizontally and walked towards the bath.

This was followed by a palpitating feeling of weightlessness.

The warm water soaked the night ginseng, and I couldn't help choking on some light and slightly bitter water in my mouth.

struggled and fluttered a few times, and was fished up by Ling Shang again.

He wrapped his arms around Ling Shang tightly like a life-saving straw, his hands around his neck, his head buried in his shoulder sockets, and his legs around his waist.

Ling Shang mockingly pulled away the humanoid octopus, "Do you still want to me?" ”

In the hot spring mixed with the fragrance of lemon grass, the nosebleed stopped.

But the visual impact of Ling Shang's body lines still made it difficult for him to calm down.

He thought seriously for a moment and said sincerely, "Yes." Would like to. If you were someone else, and not a brother...... I must sleep with you every day. ”

Ling Shang's breathing suddenly became chaotic for a moment, but he quickly returned to indifference, "You can continue to think." ”

He leaned alone against the wall of the pool, lazily closing his eyes.

Ye Mu took the soap horn by the pool and moved to his side, "Don't you want me to serve?" ”

Ling Shang glanced at him deeply, grabbed his hand and stretched it out under him, "Do you want to serve?" ”

Ye Mushen stiffened his body like an electric shock after touching it, and his expression became wonderful.

His heart was intertwined with horror and disgust, but his mouth flattered him to show weakness and beg for mercy, "Brother, I can't do it......"

"Then stay away from me."

Ye Mu couldn't help it, so he hid on the other side and washed it tremblingly.

He almost washed off a layer of his skin.

But some things can't be washed away, they sink deep into the soul, and gradually decay as the years go by.