The Buddha said that the law of impermanence is difficult to violate, so why be bitter and affectionate.

The Tao said, if you love much, you will spend a lot, and if you hide more, you will die.

Ling Shang also didn't know how he had changed from a layman who didn't believe in gods and Buddhas to such an indifferent person who gave up all the persistent Qingke.

Probably because I know that I don't have much to live, so those attachments are meaningless.

The placket of his clothes was mostly wet from the snow fox, and it was also stained with some plaster.

Ling Shang thought in a trance, if he didn't have that promise, how long would he be able to live?

Do you live to be seventy or eighty?

An old man who has lost all his teeth, has gray hair, and has no worries...... It's kind of boring to think about.

Ye Mushen couldn't even memorize the picture scroll on his back.

His spirit was sloppy little by little, but he gritted his teeth and staggered behind Ling Shang.

Snow-white hair, pale face, jade-white clothes.

Only a large patch of dazzling red on the waist and abdomen slowly spread.

On a rainy day like this, the way down the hill is more strenuous than going uphill, and if you are not careful, you will slip.

Not to mention someone who stabbed himself to death.

Ye Mushen took a step like that, and by chance bumped into Ling Shang's back, and the two rolled down the hill one after another.

The white fur of the snow fox was stained with mud, and at first it was angry, baring its teeth and letting out a terrifying growl.

After smelling the smell of blood on Ye Mu Shen's body, he shrank into a ball aggrievedly and hid under a rhododendron.

Ling Shang was already injured on his body, he was knocked down by someone defenselessly, and when he rolled down the hillside, he was cut by wild bushes, and he also snorted.

Immediately, a sharp pain came from his heart, and he watched in disbelief as the person pressing on his body pulled the inky black dagger out of his chest.

The blade of the dagger was clean, and there was not a trace of blood.

The pitch-black dagger was a little hot in his hand, and even a shallow red mist spread out from the blade.

The drizzling rain turned into a torrential snowfall.

Ye Mushen also felt that something was wrong.

But I can't care so much.

He smiled bleakly, "Did you know that I wanted to pierce your heart with my own hands fifteen years ago?" ”

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Ling Shang's mouth, and only a bone-piercing chill remained in his deep eyes.

Fifteen years......

Did this man pierce his heart?

Ye Mushen ran his fingers over his cheek, tapped his jaw, and leaned down to give him a kiss.

The smell of blood between his lips and teeth was so strong that it was difficult to breathe.

Ye Mushen also trembled and groped for Ling Shang's hand.

Strange, pitch-black runes crept up on his fair-skinned slender wrists.

He put it next to Ling Shang's ear and whispered, "You're right, you're a person who has lost your conscience and is unforgivable. ”

Ling Shang didn't know if he could understand what he was saying.

Little by little, his life was crumbling, and his consciousness was blurring.

There have been countless times in life where there is a fine line between death and death, but not once.

I have worked so hard to live until now, and I am only one step away from fulfilling that promise.

Ling Shang tried his best to shake off the hand wrapped around his wrist, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His voice was so hoarse that it felt strange to him.

"Ah Shen...... The snow is so big......"

Ling Shang had never smiled so satisfied.

He's never liked snowy days.

But he knows that this guy has loved snow since he was a child.

I like to have a snowball fight with his brother Jing, and I like to see myself being smashed by snowballs and my face is red.

If he could, he also wanted to accompany this guy to drink new ant green wine, guard the red clay stove, and watch the vast night snow.