Ling Shang guessed correctly.

Although the epidemic is spreading in the city, it is not the plague that I have participated in at night.

Although a person who has been hit by Yayoi will not be immune to all poisons, the common epidemics and poisons of the lower nine streams will not have any effect on him.

What's more, Ling Shang had used his own blood to dispense medicine for him.

Now even if Mi Xiang bites him a few more times, nothing will happen to Ye Mu Shen.

The symptoms of the night Mu ginseng are just that the symptoms look very similar to the plague, but the poison is hundreds of times more violent.

Dirt is not snake venom, but centipede venom.

Ling Shang had seen the centipede named "Mi Yan" - it had killed Mi Xiang's mother.

Mi is a little bigger than Mi Xiang, and the millipede centipede is not in vain.

If it weren't for the fact that Yayoi had been hit, he might have died a few days earlier.

Ling Shang stayed up for three whole nights, and finally completely detoxified Ye Mu ginseng, and he was not tired.

When I woke up, I found that the person who was supposed to be on the bed was gone.

He searched the entire plain mind, and the more he couldn't find it, the more anxious he became.

The most feared thing is not that the person wakes up and leaves.

Instead, I was afraid that he would say goodbye.

Although he knew that it was the most reasonable thing for the man to say goodbye.

But...... his reasonableness!

The Taoist temple pays attention to quiet and inaction, leaving the country and forgetting to sit, Ling Shang does not want to make too much noise.

He heard from afar what Ye Mushen was saying about the saint, and the only remaining reason was blown away by the breeze that passed through the forest.

This guy still remembers all the nonsense he said thirteen years ago......

He silently approached the stargazing platform, listening to the tense silence between the plain man and the night Mushen.

It's not a taste in my heart.

Seeing Ye Mu Shen's snow-white hair reflecting a soft glow under the clear light, Ling Shang felt that it was too difficult to breathe.

Clasped his wrists, trying to take him to a place where no one was and rubbed him into his arms.

I also want to tear him apart piece by piece and suck up his blood little by little.

……

Ye Mu Shen was unexpectedly dragged down from the stargazing platform several feet high, stumbled two steps, and almost fell off the stone stairs.

The center of gravity was unstable, and he slammed into Ling Shang's back, letting out a painful cry.

The real person without makeup knew a little about Ling Shang, turned around leisurely, and smiled.

He looked at the stars in the sky, and his face was full of wind and frost but did not show a little panic.

Ling Shang increased the strength in his hand and continued to walk down.

"Huh...... You slow down. Ye Mushen rubbed his nose, "I've got a nosebleed from you!" ”

He rolled his eyes, "This seems like the first time I've had a nosebleed without seeing you undress......"

Looking up at the mutilated crescent again, "Well, I don't remember, I don't remember......"

Ling Shang didn't slow down, but he felt his originally anxious heart gradually calm down after clasping his hand.

Ye Mushen knew that he couldn't break him, and he didn't have the idea of breaking free.

He knew that if it weren't for Ling Shang, his corpse would have already become a meal for rotting flies.

However, he still pleaded softly, "You slow down, I have only been awake for a short time, and I don't have much strength......"

The two had just arrived at the bottom of the observatory under the towering ancient pine.

Ling Shang stopped and looked back into his eyes, "Why don't you stay in the house and rest?" ”

Ye Mushen couldn't say anything, and when he woke up, he saw him lying on the side of a pile of medicinal herbs, and the feeling of falling asleep without even extinguishing the candle was too weird, so he escaped.

Involuntarily took a half step back, "Haven't you been in the house for days?" It's just breathable. ”

The corners of his lips curled slightly, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Ling Shang's lips moved, and he didn't say anything after all.