After Ye Mu Shen helped Ling Shang pull out the soft and thin talisman, his blood-stained hand stopped in the air for a long time.

He didn't dare to take off the ribbon that covered his eyes.

He didn't dare to look at his hand that was dripping with minced flesh, let alone Ling Shang's wound.

During the whole process, Ling Shang didn't make the slightest sound, and his body didn't move as if he was frozen.

He once suspected that Ling Shang had fainted from his clumsy tricks.

The intense discomfort of his bloody hands made him unable to move.

Ling Shang waited for a while, thinking to himself, this guy probably wanted to cut off his dirty hands at this moment...... It seems that he can't be expected to bandage his wounds.

It's really that the position of the wound is too awkward, and he is not a cartilaginous animal.

Fortunately, he finally took out the talisman.

Ling Shang soaked gauze with soju, twisted his arm with difficulty to simply detoxify his wound, and then tied several bandages around his body.

He carefully cleaned the blood on his hands for Ye Mushen before taking off the ribbon on his eyes.

Snow-white hair was messily tucked around his ear; Ling Shang called lightly, "Ah Shen? ”

Ye Mushen looked at the talisman in his hand that was no different from the real peach blossom, and curled his fingers, as if to determine if it was his own hand.

Ling Shang quietly collected it in his palm, "If you want to vomit, don't worry about me, it will be more comfortable to spit it out." ”

Ye Mushen glanced at the dazzling blood-stained gauze on the table and shook his head uncomfortably.

His stomach was indeed churning heavily, but he thought that it was Ling Shang's flesh and blood, so he just kept doing self-hypnosis, desperately suppressing the discomfort.

After a while, he smiled awkwardly at Ling Shang, "You are the injured person, why do you always care about me?" ”

"A little injury. I'm fine. ”

"That's not a small injury...... You didn't move at all, and I thought you had passed out. ”

"Why is there any movement?" Ling Shang was puzzled.

"You weren't anesthetized, and I almost pulled out a bone when you were fully conscious...... Doesn't it hurt? If it were me, my voice would have been hoarse a long time ago......"

Ling Shang's eyes darkened, "It's okay." It doesn't hurt much. ”

Ye Mushen lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

What kind of person should be to feel that the pain of a broken bone is just "okay"?

"You must be tired. I've got a medicated bath for you, so get some rest after using it. I'll talk about that tomorrow. ”

Ling Shang said as he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up.

The force was not too heavy, but Ye Mushen obediently got up and followed to the door.

The moment Ling Shang closed the door, Ye Mushen suddenly raised his hand and blocked the door, "Brother, it's going to die, isn't it?" ”

"Hmm." Ling Shang knew that he was referring to the Butterfly Gu.

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid."

"Actually...... I'm scared too. ”

Ling Shang was silent for a moment, "If you regret it after you wake up, my life will be up to you." It's just that...... Can you wait half a year before you do it? ”

Ye Mushen suddenly remembered that on a gloomy winter day, Liu Shengming had asked him to spare Ling Shang's life.

It's weird, is he a murderer in their eyes?

He's a great good man who can't even bear to be trampled to death by an ant, okay?

sighed bitterly, "Brother, can't you trust me?" If I want your life, there are so many opportunities to do it, so why wait now? ”

"But I'd rather die at your hands."

Ye Mushen was stunned for a long time, and her heart stopped beating because of this sentence.

It took a while to make a calm and breezy look, "You think beautifully...... I want to die on you. ”