In fact, a long time ago, Ling Shang also thought about accompanying this guy to drink new ant green wine, guard the red clay stove, and watch the vast night snow.

But that thought was always quickly extinguished by himself.

I don't know if it's because of Tang Huai'an's hexagram, he always feels that his birth date is too unknown.

Ling Shang, who was born on a snowy night, hated to remember everything about his childhood after all.

……

It's strange that it snows so heavily during the rainy season.

And the dagger that can make the descendants of the Ye clan lethal is also strangely burning and hot in Ye Mushen's hands.

Ye Mushen didn't have the heart to pay attention to it.

His eyes were red as he looked at Ling Shang's increasingly hollow eyes, "I don't want to do this, but you broke your promise first...... You forced me with this knife. ”

Ling Shang blinked in confusion, "The snow is so big...... Ah San, don't catch a cold......"

"Don't change the subject! You know what I want—" Ye Mushen growled, his throat choking a little.

Ling Shang was still smiling lightly, and muttered hoarsely, "I know...... Ah Sam wants me to die...... Fifteen years ago...... At that time, Ah Shen wanted my life......"

"No, it's not! You don't know, you don't know anything! ”

Ye Mu Shen smacked him twice more his wounds.

What he didn't notice was that there was hardly much blood flowing from Ling Shang's wounds.

Ling Shang trembled even more, and snorted, "Cold...... It's cold...... The snow is so big......"

Ye Mushen hugged him tightly as if he was afraid that he would be cold.

"You don't know...... I want you alive...... I want you to forget the past, I want you to forget the promise that tormented you for half your life, I want you to live well...... You idiot! You don't even know anything......"

Ling Shang didn't know if it was because of his words, or because his aura was too weak, and the smile on his face had disappeared.

"I'd rather you die at my hands than be someone else's substitute!" Ye Mushen gritted his teeth and said, "You have told so many lies that I can't even remember, but I ...... Every word, every word, I say to you, is serious. ”

Ling Shang frowned, and raised his hand with difficulty, caressing his wet, snow-stained hair.

Ah Shen cried...... Mother will feel sorry for ......"

Ye Mushen took a deep breath and grabbed his hand to grasp the hot dagger shrouded in a red blood mist.

"Ling Shang, the hatred you carry is too heavy, the sins you have committed are too deep, and the cause and effect you have been contaminated with are too bitter......

I know that no one can break free from the shackles of fate......

So, I'm here to help you.

I owe you something I can't pay off for a long time.

I have nothing left but this life......"

Ye Mushen didn't give Ling Shang time to react, and decisively pulled his hand and stabbed the dagger into his heart.

Just a moment before the dagger pierced his heart, it was violently swung away by Ling Shang.

Ling Shang did his best, but he only let the blade go in the wrong direction and poke into Ye Mushen's ribs.

The latter let out a cry of pain and fell into Ling Shang's arms.

It's a weird feeling.

Ye Mu Shen's body is not iron, and being pierced twice in such a short period of time naturally hurts to the extreme.

But this time, the hot dagger seemed to melt, and it rushed from his wound down his meridians into his body......

Yet in fact, the dagger was still so ruthlessly stabbed in his ribs.

Ling Shang moved his lips expressionlessly, and finally felt his already crippled heart stop beating and closed his eyes.