It is said that the gods and Buddhas of the heavenly court also have a fixed number that cannot be avoided.

Ling Shang is just an ordinary man, and he has no ability to turn things around.

It's not so much that he's helpless about what's going to happen, but rather that he's willing to sit on the sidelines.

In the eyes of Ling Shang, the Ye Clan's country has always been nothing more than a giant beast that is rotten from the inside out.

And for now, he only wants to do one thing.

……

Taishou House.

Jiang Qingyun drank some wine, and when he was interested, he picked up a pen and painted a portrait of Ye Mushen.

He drew so badly that even a ten-year-old could draw more than he did.

But he was very satisfied with his work, and imagined that Ye Mushen would like it when he woke up.

This man is always cold and doesn't laugh much.

It must look good when you laugh.

Jiang Qingyun was half drunk and half awake, and sat next to Ye Mushen again.

Look at the person in the painting, and then look at the person in the bed.

He crumpled the painting in a frustrated manner.

The person in the painting is lifeless, and the person in the bed is unconscious.

Jiang Taishou came to annoy him every day and asked him to hand over this hot potato to the prince.

Jiang Qingyun and his old father also quarreled several times because of this incident.

Can the prince, who looks hypocritical, take care of people as carefully as he does?

Jiang Qingyun carefully looked at Ye Mushen's eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and lips.

I feel so guilty that I can't do it.

If he had known that he would poke out such a big basket, he would rather have a broken hand than show the way for Liu Shengming in the Meridian Ridge, let alone hand over the Jiang family's ancestral secret training to him.

"Night boy, I've improved a lot of gambling recently, and it's not easy for you to win next time."

"I know, you deliberately pretended to be faint because you were afraid of losing to me. Stop pretending, how about a bet? ”

"It's up to you to decide the chips, and I won't let you lose."

"Hey, don't you have a bad memory? I still owe you a condition, if you don't wake up, I'll be like that! ”

……

Ling Shang listened outside Jiang Qingyun's window for a moment, and his face unconsciously covered with a layer of frost.

This pedantic noble young master is talking nonsense.

He patiently waited for the little maid in the room to be summoned to decoct the medicine for Ye Mu ginseng, and quietly slid into the house through the window, and walked behind Jiang Qingyun.

"If you want him to wake up, don't act rashly."

Jiang Qingyun was so frightened that the paper ball in his hand fell to the ground, and his body seemed to be shaken by a bucket of ice water.

That day, when he was waiting for Liu Shengming at the exit of the Paiyun Palace, he didn't want to see Liu Shengming come out with an unconscious guy on his back.

He saw with his own eyes a huge centipede crawling from Liu Sheng's sleeve onto Ling Shang......

Jiang Qingyun had never seen such a terrifying creature, stumbled back two steps and fainted.

When he woke up, Liu Shengming and Ling Shang were gone; On the stone slab where Ling Shang was lying, there was a white-haired man who was dying.

Jiang Qingyun thought that anyone who was bitten by such a centipede could only have one end.

Ling Shang's voice sounded to him more terrifying than a ghost.

Jiang Qingyun watched Ling Shang pick up Ye Mushen, and finally found his voice, "You...... Don't touch him! ”

Ling Shang gave him a cold look, "You still owe him a condition, so I'll spare your life." ”

Jiang Qingyun thought to himself, Lord Yama's eyes would not be so terrifying.

He felt like he was being choked by the throat and was breathing hard, "You...... Can you really wake him up? ”

"I can wake him up, or I can wash Jiang Mansion in blood. I can also let you pick your own way to die. ”