The air was filled with the disgusting smell of corpse decay.

The green snake in one place is melting into fishy pus at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the giant snake that was misplaced on the trunk of the tree still had one breath left.

Ling Shang spat out the strands of hair in his mouth and looked at the wellhead with empty eyes.

People's hearts are like iron, how can they not fall into cause and effect? And how to avoid cause and effect?

Behind me, there was the sound of a giant snake falling to the ground.

It won't be long before it, like its companions, will become a puddle of miserable waste, rotting forever at the bottom of this well.

Ling Shang didn't look back, stepped on the chaos and blood, and came to Ye Mu Shen.

I probed his snort, and listened to him for a long time.

The dying night ginseng is no longer the same person.

Ling Shang knew what he had experienced in the labyrinth underground.

Thirteen years ago, he knew.

Ling Shang returned to the ground with Ye Mu Shen, chiseled through the ice, and sank into the biting ice spring.

There are countless wounds on Ye Mushen's body, large and small, and he has exhausted his energy underground, and he is already unconscious.

Ling Shang washed his wounds, hugged him in his arms, and combed his hair over and over again.

His bloodshot eyes reflected a snow-white patch.

This man's life is his own.

Even if he wants to die, he should do it himself.

……

When Ye Mushen woke up, three days had passed.

The first thing I saw when I woke up was the face that had reappeared repeatedly in the dark nightmare.

Frightened, he lost his ability to speak, and instinctively shrank into the corner of the bed.

"Do you still recognize me?" Ling Shang smiled lightly, his eyes were full of exhaustion.

“…… Brother ...... "Ye Mushen bit out a word with difficulty.

His voice was hoarse and bitter, his eyes were deeply embedded in his sockets, and his sword eyebrows could no longer see the vigor of the past.

"Come here." Ling Shang commanded softly.

Ye Mushen only shook his head woodenly, and there was no trace of emotion in his godless eyes.

Ling Shangwu sat down on the bed, his movements gentle and natural.

Ye Mushen, who was hiding in the corner, had nowhere to escape, and had no intention of escaping, so he obediently let him hold him.

"Ah San, do you hate me so much?" Ling Shang wrapped his hair around his fingers.

The hair is a piercing white color.

Ye Mushen closed his eyes and did not answer.

He didn't like the feeling of this person being around.

The inexplicable sense of oppression made him at a loss, and made him so sad that he even wanted to strike with his heart.

Ling Shang kissed his snow-white hair, his chest pressed against his back, and his hands were wrapped around his chest.

Ye Mushen saw the snow-white hair hanging down on his chest, and he didn't react.

Like an outsider.

It was a long time before he remembered something, and his blank eyes were full of remorse.

“…… What about Brother Jing? ”

Ling Shang's tone was brisk, "The day before yesterday, I went to Western Xia to be the king of the domain." ”

After a pause, he added, "Zhou Yinchen also followed." ”

"Where's the guard?" Ye Mushen was not in the mood to worry about Zhou Yinchen at all.

Xiao Li personally escorted him. Divided into two teams - Xiao Li pretended to be Zhou Yinchen and accompanied His Highness Jing day and night, you don't have to worry about his safety. As for Zhou Yinchen...... He pretended to be His Royal Highness Jing, and brought the money and men and horses given by His Majesty...... Along the way, I can't say if I can leave a whole corpse. ”

What Ling Shang said was not an exaggeration.

Ye Mujing's westward journey was degraded on the surface, but the emperor's mind can always be seen through by smart people.

Ye Hongchu's preference for Ye Mujing was known to everyone in the court.

If this night Mujing made meritorious contributions in Western Xia, then in the future, the status of the second prince would inevitably be threatened again.

In Game of Thrones, if it's not spicy enough, it's always a loser.