Ling Shang straightened his clothes in a blink of an eye, extinguished the incense, and held the purple sand jar containing the hydra in the palm of his hand.

He walked up to Ye Mushen and tapped on the jar a few times, and nine tiny snake heads bloomed from the jar like the petals of a lotus.

The little heart of the night ginseng is about to stop again - what kind of monster is this?

"Scared?" Ling Shang took turns stroking the nine snake heads and asked softly. His smile was cold and misty.

Dry throat. The picture of the nine-headed black snake wrapping around Ling Shang's torso and licking the pus and blood on his back was too shocking.

He thought to himself, Ling Shang, this guy is really a complete femme fatale.

Now that he has discovered Ling Shang's secret, the possibility of being killed is also quite large.

However, Ye Mu Shen has been wandering for so long, what fierce gods and evil spirits have not been seen?

Escape from danger and survive in a desperate situation, he always has his own ideas.

"I'm afraid, I'm not afraid." Ye Mushen had a charming smile on his face that was enough to kill thousands of girls in seconds, "I'm afraid, after I die, there will be no one like me to relieve your boredom; I'm not afraid, hehe, because I know you can't bear to let me die. ”

Ling Shang's face was gloomy, and his jaw moved slightly.

Ye Mushen suddenly remembered that he had always regarded Lu Qian's idiot as the first brazen person in the world......

Now it seems that compared to himself, Lu Qian seems to be slightly inferior.

The black snake seemed to sense the rampage in Ling Shang's heart, and the nine snake mouths opened one after another, and the letter swayed like a tongue of fire.

"What is the origin of this snake?" Ye Mushen couldn't help but be curious, and reached out to touch the snake's head.

Ling Shang's thin lips opened slightly, and before he could make a sound, a snake letter quickly wiped the fingertips of Ye Mu Shen.

Ye Mushen retracted his hand suddenly, only to feel a hot and piercing pain from his fingertips.

Immediately after, a frenzied burning sensation surged from his fingers to his whole body.

In an instant, he was stiff and his limbs numb.

Ling Shang lightly buckled the purple sand jar again, and the black snake immediately took nine heads and sank into the jar. He said quietly, "Mi Xiang doesn't like people to touch it. ”

Ye Mushen couldn't believe it—he just touched the snake letter, but it was as if he was choked by black and white impermanence.

It's too poisonous, isn't it?

"Do you want to live?" Ling Shang asked lightly.

Ye Mu ginseng nodded forcefully. His throat felt like it had been pierced by ten thousand arrows, and the mere inhalation of his breath almost made him faint in pain.

"Then from today, just disappear from my eyes." Ling Shang spread out his hand, and a black pill in his palm was in his palm, "If you are poisoned by Mixiang, after a stick of incense, the immortals will not be able to help you." ”

Ye Mushen pursed her lips and stared at Ling Shang with her eyes blazing.

He refused.

"Stubborn." Ling Shang put away the pill, "You asked for it." ”

Ye Mushen thought to himself, he was probably the most wronged person in this dynasty - he watched the beauty Ling Shang being eaten up by a snake, but he was still a single nobleman until he died.

He was probably the most ridiculous of people to die - licked to death by a snake......

The famous name of the hall master of the smiling proud hall will stop here, I really never expected it.

But it is even more impossible for him to compromise with Ling Shang and promise him no longer to entangle.

What he wanted to do at night was Lord Yama, and he couldn't stop it.

Ling Shang put the snake jar and incense into the cabinet, and dragged Ye Mu ginseng to the door without any pity.

Along the way, Ye Mushen's legs were trembling, and his appearance was extremely embarrassing.

There was only one thought in his mind: he couldn't let Ling Shang be his own person when he was alive, and he would be Ling Shang's ghost if he died—scare him to death!

Ling Shang pushed him out of the door, "It's okay if you don't want to live, but don't get dirty." ”

"Don't ......" Ye Mushen hugged Ling Shang's waist and didn't let go, "Don't ...... to die"

The strength of the dying person may have been blessed by the return of light, and it was so great that even Ling Shang couldn't pull it.

"Let it go." Ling Shang roared impatiently.

Ye Mushen simply rubbed Ling Shang's shoulder socket twice. Anyway, I'm going to die, so there's nothing to scruple about.

Even if Ling Shang is not the type he wants to eat tofu, Heng Shang is also a beauty.

Touch two and then die, so as not to suffer.