Su Yan Zhenren was helpless about Ling Shang's sudden attack.

He asked a Taoist priest to boil some medicine for Ling Shang and left.

As he left, his white beard trembled slightly, and he let out a very soft sigh.

He had previously felt that Ling Shang's temperament was extraordinary, and his eyebrows were full of aura, which was really a rare stranger.

At this time, I found that he had been entangled by Wuyi for many years, no wonder he was so embarrassed.

……

Ye Mushen brought the medicine from the pharmacy, picked up Ling Shang and fed him spoonfuls of it.

Ling Shang took two sips, then pushed away the medicine, "Go away." ”

He looked embarrassed, and his whole person seemed to fall apart.

At the half-open neckline, you can still see a few traces of black runes.

Ye Mu Shen gathered his mind and said softly, "What's wrong?" Is the medicine too bitter? ”

Ling Shang didn't look over, "...... This medicine didn't work for me. ”

Ye Mushen thought for a while and put the medicine aside, "Then tell me, what medicine will work for you?" ”

“……”

"Oh, I almost forgot, you can't heal yourself, you can't be sure......"

Ling Shang was silent.

He never thought of himself as a healer, and he tried countless ways to get rid of Wuyi.

But he couldn't.

Ye Mushen sat beside him silently and held him in his arms, "Brother, you haven't answered me yet, why did you go to Taishou Mansion?" Are you looking for me? ”

Ling Shang struggled awkwardly, but was only hugged more tightly by Ye Mushen.

The voice trembled in discomfort, "You go away...... Don't touch me. ”

Ye Mushen moved his hand away from his back and spread it out in front of his eyes.

The palm of his hand was a dark blood, sticky and filthy.

Ling Shang closed his eyes in pain.

The pools of poison concocted by Yanagi Ming are endless; His body has been vicious and filthy since childhood.

And the person next to him can't stand the slightest dust stain.

While thinking wildly, Ling Shang suddenly felt a chill in his back.

The blouse was pulled off, revealing the bewitching ink lotus on the back shoulder.

Ye Mushen's fingertips gently moved along the contours of Mo Lian, and then covered her lips.

A strong, bitter smell pierces the nasal passages.

He endured the discomfort churning in his stomach and sucked hard at the spilling cloudy fluid.

……

Back and forth, Ye Mu Ginseng finally sucked up the poisonous blood.

The porcelain bowl used to hold the medicine was filled with Ling Shang's black and purple poisonous blood at the moment.

Ling Shang couldn't believe what Ye Mushen had done, he lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, and even the sound of his breathing was carefully suppressed.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his nails had somehow dug into the flesh of his palm.

I didn't even feel any pain.

The light-colored lips of the night ginseng seem to be smeared with a layer of ghostly whitewash.

The boy carefully rinsed the smell of blood from his mouth and returned to bed.

Ling Shang shrank in the corner of the bed, his eyes full of contradictions and entanglements.

Ye Mushen's heart was slightly bitter, and then he smiled lightly with relief.

He stuck out his tongue at Ling Shang, "Hey, how could Mi Xiang like such blood?" It's really the hornies, the most heavy-mouthed, and the smallest-eyed snake I've ever seen. ”

Ling Shang watched his moist lips open and close, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and his breathing became uncontrollable and heavy.

Hesitantly whispered in a hoarse voice, "Why do you ...... it?"

"By the way, I haven't asked yet—how many years have Mixiang been with you?"

“…… It's been almost eight years. ”

"It's been eight years, no wonder you're so close to it."

"Hmm." Ling Shang also missed his old friend very much.

Ye Mushen's face approached little by little, and a moist and cold breath fell on his face, "I suddenly realized that I may be more cautious than Mixiang." ”

"You ......"

"That lewd snake has been sucking your blood, looking at your body, and eating your tofu for eight years. I ......," Ye Mushen's tone suddenly carried some anger, "Isn't it better than a snake?" ”