The bamboo forest is sparse, the green cicadas are noisy, and the sunlight is windy.

The remnants of Ling Shang's consciousness were engulfed in utter fear.

He didn't want Ye Mushen to see his ugly and fragile appearance.

Because he can't bear this man's disgust for himself, even half a point.

The feeling of wanting to hide, but not being able to escape, and having nowhere to escape, is probably the so-called "despair".

Ye Mushen put his hands around his chest, his sword eyebrows raised sharply, and looked coldly at his weak and twitching body.

After looking at it for a long time, the ugly totem on the arm of the person in front of him finally overlapped with the weak boy in his memory.

He crouched down and grabbed his hand, his fingers running the rune from arm to palm.

Ling Shang was so frightened that blood couldn't stop oozing from his ears, and his body trembled more and more violently.

When Ye Mushen's fingers came to his palm, he held them tightly, and then quickly let go.

"Hey, what did you say?" Ye Mushen only saw his lips move, but he couldn't hear his voice.

Leaning nearer again, trying to hear him.

It's just that the bamboo leaves are rustling, and the wind is mixed with the sound of cicadas, and still nothing can be heard.

Ye Mushen sighed softly, "Don't tell me, you came to Yan'an without bringing Mixiang." ”

Ling Shang's eyes blinked slowly.

In the past six months, he has hardly let Mi Xiang heal his injuries, and naturally he has never thought of taking Mi Xiang to this hot western realm.

Ye Mushen asked indifferently, "Do you want me to take you back to the house?" Or do you want to die here and let the real people in the temple collect corpses for you? ”

Ling Shang blinked twice this time, that is, he wanted him to leave as soon as possible and ignore himself.

Ye Mu Shen laughed, "Are you afraid that I will take advantage of others?" Ha, if you look in the mirror, you should know how ridiculous this idea is. ”

One hand passed through his lower back, and the other put his hand on his shoulder, "But ah, I'm afraid I still have to bother you to die." Otherwise......"

The starry eyes suddenly dimmed, "Otherwise, if my mother knows that I have watched you die in pain, but I have stood by and watched, I am afraid that when I see her in the future, I am afraid that she will be scolded by her ears." ”

Ling Shang was almost paralyzed on his shoulder, unable to make a sound, and was half-hugged and half-dragged back to the simple and deserted house.

Ye Mushen unnaturally helped him take off his nightgown, after all, the original robe was stained with a lot of mud and bamboo leaves, and it was also blackened by Ling Shang's own pus and blood.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, Ling Shang fell into a deep coma.

The black totem on his body had begun to fade at this time.

The ink lotus on her back disappeared for some reason, leaving only a thick layer of dark pus and blood attached to her skin.

After wiping off the dirty mucus with a damp cloth, the back is flawless again, and the lines are so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off them.

Ye Mushen gritted his teeth and flipped over his body, his gaze falling on his white chest.

Only a tiny blood-colored red lotus mark.

The color of the blood changed from light to dark, as if it were alive.

Ye Mushen looked at it for a moment, and hurriedly covered his nose with a handkerchief, and snorted angrily, "Damn......"

Ling Shang opened his eyes in a trance, and most of his consciousness was restored.

I can't turn my mind around—this man...... Don't you dislike the filthy and ugly things in yourself?

Seeing him sit on the edge of the coffee table with his back to him, as if he was annoyed and threw the red-dyed handkerchief on the table, he didn't know what to say to himself, and he felt even more inexplicable.

Gazing and closing his eyes, his luck was adjusted, and his limbs were slightly revitalized.

"Did the Daoist Commander agree without makeup?" Ling Shang asked softly.

- What idea Ye Mushen had in his heart, of course he wouldn't be unaware.