Ling Shang had insomnia this night.

Tossing and turning, but because I didn't hear the phrase I had long been accustomed to sleeping.

The dark clouds covered the moon, and finally I got up lazily and arrived in front of a brightly lit house.

The door didn't close, and there was a little warmth through the cracks in the door.

Inside the house is a familiar incense.

There are some slight differences from those in the princess's mansion many years ago.

Ye Mu Shen crouched on the bookcase, contemplating something.

He was not an idle man, and he knew that he had delayed too much time.

But he thought it was worth it.

It's also considered that he deserves it.

So there was never a mood to complain.

Ling Shang saw the purple hao in Ye Mushen's hand, as well as the dense calligraphy and paintings on the bookcase.

As if I didn't see it.

His lips moved, and he suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap.

But he still said a good dream, and turned to leave.

Ye Mushen put down his pen and called out to him, "Leave here tomorrow, right?" Together. ”

Ling Shang stopped, "I'm not leaving." ”

"Sooner or later, they'll find out here. You can't hide. ”

Hearing this, Ling Shang exuded an eerie aura around him.

Ye Mushen slowly approached him, "There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that there is a golden basin to wash hands, but ...... There is no such thing in the world. You know exactly what I'm talking about. ”

After a while, Ling Shang said, "I'm not afraid of being sought revenge." ”

"I know you're not afraid. But I'm afraid. ”

“…… If you want to go, you don't have to tell me. ”

"Come with me."

Ling Shang frowned impatiently, "I said ......"

"If you don't agree, believe it or not, I'll sleep with you tonight?"

Ye Mu Shen exhaled a shallow sip of wine in Ling Shang's ear.

Ling Shang frowned slightly, didn't turn his head back, reached out and grabbed his throat, and brought him in front of him.

Gritted his teeth, he said, "Night, Mu, ginseng." You see who you're talking to. ”

More than a month is not a long time, and it is not short to say that it is short.

Ling Shang wouldn't stop him from giving him a good face because of his jokes, but he wouldn't tolerate any words and behaviors that crossed the line.

Ye Mushen didn't care that his throat was really going to be broken, and looked straight into Ling Shang's ghostly eyes.

He could feel that Ling Shang really wanted his life.

His tone was full of self-deprecation, "I really hate it, don't I? I also think...... I can't make you believe me, and I can't get into your heart...... How bad is it that you don't even want to drink with me......"

Ling Shang rarely saw such a night ginseng, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Will this person be sad too?

The hand gradually loosened, and his eyebrows were lowered, "It's not your problem." I...... Didn't hate you. ”

Ye Mushen clutched his throat and coughed for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot.

The nose is also slightly sour. Listen to this guy say that he doesn't hate himself...... He was so happy.

He smiled in a dumb voice, "Come with me." Or I'll go with you. ”

"Where to go?" Ling Shang raised his eyes blankly, "Where else can I go?" ”

Indeed, the world is in chaos like this, and he is to blame.

Where is his place?

Do the evil causes planted before death have to suffer the consequences of evil after being reborn?

Ling Shang didn't want to; He'd already lost his life, and he couldn't bear the peace here.

He has never been a man who likes strife.

Ye Mushen knew what he was thinking.

Spread his hands and said, "Instead of sitting here and waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative yourself, to break through, to fight, to change." ”

The gloomy aura around Ling Shang dissipated a little.

Ye Mushen sighed, "However, if I am alone, it won't change much. "I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The Poison Doctor of the World: The Night Emperor, Please Respect Yourself", and pay attention to "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~