It was on that day that Wuyi, which had been dormant for several years, was revived.

It's better to live than die, and that's probably how it feels.

Ling Shang looked at the runes on his wrist, and for the first time it occurred to him that he seemed to be a very bad person.

Now that you're a bad person, you don't have to do anything good.

Just do what you want to do.

What does Ling Shang want to do?

……

……

On a twilight evening, Ling Shang happened to encounter a small black snake that had just broken out of its shell when he was collecting medicine.

It was pitch black and climbed on a withered rose.

Ling Shang had never seen such a beautiful snake.

He reached out to touch the snake, but the latter retracted the letter in horror.

He smiled lightly and gently folded the rose.

His fingers were punctured several times by the thorns on the rose, and blood ran down the flowers.

As if smelling something delicious, the black snake carefully and quickly climbed onto Ling Shang's hand and raised its head tentatively.

Ling Shang hadn't encountered such a spiritual snake for a long time, and his eyes were full of soft light for a while.

The black snake was no more than two fingers wide, and it slid coldly onto Ling Shang's arm, and Nobuko gently swept around his wound.

Ling Shang's heart moved, he spread out his palm, the flower plant fell to the ground, and the black snake took his fingers in his mouth and licked his wounds.

After a while, the wound healed.

It's incredible.

Ling Shang put it into a purple sand jar and walked back towards the sunset.

There are many others waiting for his medicine.

Returning to the place overflowing with ghostly energy, Ling Shang's expression became cold again.

It won't be long before he leaves this place forever.

However, two uninvited guests came that night.

Just like eight years ago, Ling Shang just glanced extremely quickly and found that unusual figure in the room.

Recognized the guy at a glance.

It was not at all different from the appearance in Ling Shang's heart.

Yanagi waited for him all afternoon, but didn't know what to say when he sensed his breath.

Ling Shang didn't give him a chance to say anything, handed him the medicine Gu he had refined, turned around and left.

Looking at the horizon, he felt a little annoyed.

He thought he had forgotten about that guy a long time ago.

Behind him came the sound of footsteps that made him distracted, and the guy's voice suffocated him even more.

As expected, Ye Mushen really didn't recognize him.

When Ling Shang left Luoyang, he had taken a fierce Yan Gu.

His appearance and voice changed completely.

Ordinary Yan Gu can only improve the flaws in people's appearance.

However, the Gu under Ling Shang's suit was broken first and then established, making him change his appearance.

Of course, we also have to endure unbearable pain.

Ye Mushen is no longer a prince, but his tone is still so unstoppable, so unrestrained.

In fact, Ling Shang is still the same person, but he doesn't think so.

Ye Mu Shen can't say that there is anything wrong; I have obviously never seen this person, but I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Ling Shang really didn't want to deal with this guy.

Isn't the gentle man who followed him his good brother?

What are the two of them doing in such a remote place?

Someone you've been looking for?

Looking for him to be a businessman?

Is it for the eldest princess?

Ling Shang glanced at Ye Mushen coldly, and then looked away.

This guy reports himself, but what should he call himself?

In Western Xia, his name was Yanagi Yan, and he was nominally the righteous son of Yanagi Ming.

But what is his real name?

Antares flow fire. He saw a lone goose skimming the horizon, discussing with the world.