After Song Xiaomin left, Ye Mushen also seemed to be deflated and sat down on the fairy chair.

Although it is not difficult to deal with Dali Siqing, it will certainly not be easy.

In addition, Mrs. Zhou is now also involved in poison Gu......

What does the person who has been hiding in the shadows want to do?

After a moment of entanglement, Ye Mushen fell into a groggy sleep.

In his sleep, he came to the vast frontier wasteland, and the red stars flowed on the horizon in the distance.

The sand and gravel are walking and the grass is dry.

At the end is a sticky black pond.

In the center of the pool, half of his body was exposed, and his flawless back was white and dazzling.

"Ling Shang?" Night Mu ginseng called lightly.

The man should not.

But Ye Mushen knew that it was Ling Shang.

The black spring swayed and swirled slowly to quickly, forming a whirlpool.

Ling Shang was in the middle of that whirlpool.

It was as if he was about to be swept away by a whirlpool.

But it was as if another force was holding him up.

Ye Mushen heard him moan as he endured the pain.

…… But it was the voice of the white-clothed young man Ling Shang five years ago.

A thin black snake tail poked out of the pool.

The snake's tail fluttered cautiously at Ling Shang's waist.

In an instant, the snake wrapped Ling Shang's waist around.

It's a miami.

Nine snake heads spitted red letters and climbed towards his shoulders.

Each snake mouth bit a thin hole in his back.

Ye Mushen felt that his heart was also torn apart in an instant.

A black spring flowed under the skin of Ling Shang's back.

The black stream gradually poured into those pores, drop by drop, and seeped out finely and densely.

Mi Xiang sucked and licked greedily, and the snake body wrapped Ling Shang's waist tighter.

Ye Mushen's feet stepped uncontrollably into the black pool.

A sticky black abyss that is more difficult to break free from than a swamp.

The flaming red star submerged into the horizon.

The whirlpool around Ling Shang slowly subsided.

Mi Xiang quickly burrowed into the pool.

Ye Mushen only felt that the black liquid was hot and glued, and every inch of his skin seemed to be gnawed by ten thousand ants.

He tried to get closer to Ling Shang, but his legs were imprisoned.

The nine snake holes on Ling Shang's back had miraculously healed, and he seemed to be about to sink into the abyss.

The tendons on his back reflected a clear inky color, making his skin paler.

Ye Mushen felt breathless, "Ling Shang ......"

Ling Shang turned his head, his chest was also covered with ink-colored lines, and his eyes were covered with a layer of purple mist.

Ye Mu Shen let out a whisper-like cry, "Brother......"

The sound of porcelain shattering woke Ye Mushen.

He rubbed his brow with a headache, only to feel that Fang Cai's dream was familiar.

He went out for a walk in a distraught.

Luoyang City at night perfectly interprets the word "drunk gold fan".

However, it is not the lonely wave that Ye Mu Ginseng yearns for.

As for why it came to the dust-free house......

It's probably a fantasy story.

The red robe on Ling Shang's body had not yet faded.

In fact, Ling Shang looked as if he had only just returned to the Dustless Residence.

He ripped off the bright red hairband at the back of his head, and his long, pitch-black hair fell to the side of his cheek.

Ye Mushen also took off his robe and stretched his waist without seeing it.

If he could make Ling Shang pour himself a glass of wine, then he would really be able to turn the sky upside down.

"Ling Shang, why did Taifu Zhou fall for the Gu?" Ye Mushen asked while stretching his waist.

"Life and death are fateful." Ling Shang responded to him indifferently.

"Coincidentally, I never believed in fate, master." Ye Mu Shen hooked his lips, "Those people who were in the Gu before were all mediocre people who couldn't afford to die. But Qin Tianjian and the imperial eunuch ...... You say that this is determined by fate, and I say that there must be a secret in it. ”

"It's not a pity to die?" Ling Shang raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect you to ......"

"Ahem, I didn't mean that......" Ye Mushen suddenly felt weak, "Although they are innocent, those people can't do anything big while they are alive......"

"So—isn't it a pity to die?" Ling Shang playfully repeated, "So, Boss Night believes that there is indeed a distinction between high and low human life. ”