Ling Shang took a step back, his long eyelashes casting a hazy shadow under his eyelids.

"Let's go." Ye Mushen heard Ling Shang's voice, like a stream flowing under the Hanshan Temple.

Ye Mushen looked at him in amazement.

I still want to ask something, but I don't seem to need an answer anymore.

The corners of Ling Shang's mouth still had traces of Ye Mu ginseng's blood, and his white teeth were still stained with a layer of red.

He laughed like a demon, like a strange light in the evil hell.

But it is also the only light that no one can fail to put out a fire for moths.

-

The next day, the sky was bleak and the cold wind blew the bones.

Ling Shang didn't need to participate in the early dynasty, and lay on the couch happily.

Mi Xiang went from his waist to his arms.

Seeing that Ling Shang didn't care about his intentions, Mi Xiang quickly twisted his waist and slid slowly to a corner that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Estimating that the early dynasty had ended, Ling Shang finally had the strength to get out of bed and change clothes.

He casually changed into a plain white robe, tidied up his appearance a little, and came to the door.

Before opening the door, he stopped and stared at the scratches on the door frame for a long time.

This was left by himself the night before.

Why did it get out of control, he thought about it all night, but he still didn't figure it out.

Ye Mushen left with Ye Mujing overnight.

It's better to say to leave, than to run away.

Presumably, Lu Qian must have been summoned to the point of being paralyzed.

There are some famous doctors in Luoyang City, and they were all looked for by the hall master of Xiaoao Hall the night before.

However, heart disease can only be cured by heart medicine.

Ye Mushen may have also taken advantage of the night to go to Zhou's mansion.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he still did useless work.

Ling Shang curled the corners of his lips again.

As long as it involves Ye Mujing, Ye Mushen will mess up and do some stupid things that violate principles and reason, and in the end it will be a bamboo basket for nothing.

Who's to blame?

-

Half Moon House.

Yanagi Ming seemed to have known that there would be visitors, and the door of the Half Moon Ju was open.

A chess game was set up in the courtyard, and a pot of sake was placed on the side of the chessboard.

Yanagi didn't look at the chessboard that had been laid out, holding a delicately crafted bone xun in both hands, and slowly playing an exotic tune.

"You're here." Before Ling Shang had even stepped into the Half Moon Residence, Liu Sheng Ming put down Xun and smiled at him calmly.

Ling Cheng stared at Xun he had placed on the chessboard, ignoring his words.

Originally, it was just a meaningless sentence.

Ling Shang didn't come any closer, only raised his hand, and a long needle flew out of his sleeve.

The pore of the long needle in the middle of the bone xun.

After a while, a thick gray-green liquid flowed out of the hole.

"I still can't hide it from you." Liu Shengming was half sighing, half approving.

Ling Shang's keen perception of poison is beyond the reach of ordinary people after all.

"Don't stand that far. I haven't seen you for a long time, how about the next game of chess? Yanagi was still smiling.

In the past ten years, he didn't seem to smile at Ling Shang a few times.

At that time, Ling Shang was still his surname Liu Sheng and was his close disciple.

He is Ling Shang's only reliance, and he is also the person Ling Shang respects the most.

How the two of them went from master and apprentice to where they are today, Yanagi doesn't remember much.

I don't remember it, but I don't want to remember it.

Ling Shang hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped into the Half Moon Residence and came to Liu Shengming.

He looked condescendingly at the chess game that Liu Sheng had laid out, and the Gu weapon on the side of the chessboard that had been exposed by a long needle.

Liu Shengming didn't miss the cold light that flashed in Ling Shang's deep eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you look for me for a long time?" Why do you feel like you're seeing an enemy every time you meet? ”