When he heard that Ling Shang was going to do a bad thing of the first class, his hands trembled with excitement.

He snatched the broken keyboard, opened "Night Talk Gossip", and swiped his pen with a big stroke.

I am deeply disturbed by the fact that it is not classified as a broken discipline, and I want to stop changing.

Dirt does not return to reason, saying: When did you have a festival?

Seeing that he hesitated to break or not, and went to the next level if he was dirty, he said: Isn't this thing used to lose?

Seeing that there is no return, it seems to be shaken, and the dirt does not return to the pursuit of victory, and then said: Has the driver's license expired?

Broken no return, speechless, irrefutable.

So, I indiscriminately presented two chapters of "Old Driver's Guide to Drunk Driving".

Everyone, pick it up.

On the coffin of nourishing the heart, Ye Mushen's chest was hot, and his whole body was sore.

Ling Shang's fingers traced the outline of Ye Mu Ginseng.

I haven't seen it for a long time, I've lost some weight, and there is a sense of vicissitudes between my eyebrows.

is clearly only a weak crown age, but his mentality is so much more sophisticated than himself......

Ling Shang's brow only furrowed slightly.

Retribution.

He did it all on his own.

Ling Shang opened the medicine cabinet and picked out some delicate bottles.

Ye Mushen slowly came back to his senses and realized that he was actually in the dustless heart room......

Frightened, my legs became weaker.

"Ling Shang?" Ye Mushen covered his chest and called weakly, "Mi Xiang...... I ......"

Before the words fell, the old friend Mi Xiang leaned out of his body in tacit understanding, swaying his waist and greeting the master of the Tsundere Hall.

"Uh......" Ye Mushen suspected that he had summoned such a demon god with his mouth, and stammered more and more, "Master, I, I don't, I'm not afraid of you!" ”

Ling Shang took out an amber shallow cup, poured the crystal liquid from several medicine bottles, and slowly blended a fragrant oil and moisturizing ointment.

"Lie down." Ling Shang took the amber cup and came to Ye Mushen's side.

Ye Mushen didn't answer, just stared at Mi Xiang deadly.

Mi Xiang lazily spat out bright red letters, and several snake heads intertwined back and forth, as if to pass the boring time.

Ling Shang comfortably enjoyed the uneasy look on Ye Mushen's face.

Waiting for fine sweat to ooze from the forehead of the Tsundere Hall Master, the iceberg beauty Ling Shang finally kindly buckled the purple clay pot.

Mi Xiang was summoned by his master and meekly and dexterously burrowed into his own habitat.

"It's really ......" Ye Mushen gritted his teeth, "The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, if I hadn't suffered this inexplicable injustice, it wouldn't be your turn to make up for ......"

"Lie down." Ling Shang's clear voice was an unspeakable order.

Ye Mu Shen relaxed his body as smoothly as he could, flattened his legs, and put down his arrogant head.

The hateful Mixiang always makes him look good in front of Ling Shang!

When Ling Shang completely became his own person, the first thing he did was to cook this ill-intentioned, cowardly black-hearted snake!

Hum!

"Brother Ling Shang, I'll lie down." Ye Mushen's voice was sweet and greasy that even he felt unfamiliar.

The greatest effect of turning things upside down is to make people mentally upside down and weak in a very short period of time.

In severe cases, hallucinations may occur.

I don't know what the situation of Dali Temple is now?

The picture is too beautiful, and Ling Shang has no interest in making up for it.

In comparison, it is still the young man in front of him who seems to be drunk but not drunk and can't wake up......

Interesting.

Ling Shang dipped his little finger in some of the paste in the amber cup and rubbed it under Ye Mu ginseng's nose.

He untied the placket of Ye Mushen's shirt and applied the remaining plaster to his chest.

I've wanted to cut open the chest countless times to see what color the heart is inside.

It was also a night of awakening from countless nightmares, and I wanted to tear open my chest little by little with a quenched blade.

In some inadvertent moments, I want to stick to my ears and listen to his heartbeat.