The evil husband has facial paralysis

The straight and slender legs are exposed under the moon white robe. Just take a closer look. You will find a translucent section above the boots and below the thighs. It is very weird. It has the shape of the legs, but it is empty Yes. The scenery behind is unobstructed.

Liang Ze originally wanted to see Ye Xiaoming's surprised look, but he only dilated his pupils slightly, and immediately calmed down again. He couldn't help curling his lips bored.

The young man looked at him with a pale face. His pale face was almost transparent, like the white snow. It seemed that it would shatter if he touched it. Liang Ze was shocked. Only then did he recover. He quickly put down his robe . And patted him dog-leggedly. Apologies.

The young man's face softened a little. He lowered his eyes and wondered what to think. After a while, he said hoarsely, "Who are you?"

"I." Liang Ze pointed to himself. He took half a step back. Nonsense. Although his own situation is unbelievable, but facing this kind of thing beyond knowledge, it is better to be in awe: "It's just a subject. It's just an insignificant villain who does things for others with money and money. You don't have to worry about it. Don't worry about it..."

"You say it yourself. Let him say it." Ye Xiaoming folded his hands and clasped his chest. It was as cold as before.

"You let him go out." The boy barely stood still, his voice trembling. "I can speak, but only you can listen."

Ye Xiaoming glanced at Liang Ze and signaled him to get out. Liang Ze didn't want to at first. Although he knew that the boy was a kind of spirit body, but he hadn't figured out his identity yet. Looking at the look, I couldn't help being shocked. There was a thud. Although I was a little unwilling, I took a look at the young man and walked out.

Hmph. Isn't it just some kind of nonsense about souls? You don't want me to listen to it. You don't care about me. Liang Ze thought angrily, and closed the door with a bang.

The two people in the room were silent for a while. In the end, Ye Xiaoming looked at the boy's pale face and said impatiently: "Say it or not. Don't stand there looking like a dead person."

Hearing his words, the boy couldn't help shaking his body. Then he immediately regained his composure. He sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. His fingertips trembled.

It's not that he didn't intend to say nothing. Just now he planned to tell Ye Xiaoming impulsively. It's just that he didn't expect someone to break in. He interrupted him but exposed him in such an embarrassing way...

"I just asked you. Do you know why my name is You Ming?"

Ye Xiaoming stood in front of him, with anger in his voice: "I'm not interested in knowing the origin of your name right now. Who are you? Why did you appear by Luo Jiliang's side? And why is it my appearance... If If you don’t say it, I have many ways to let you say it. As long as I want to, there are ways to make you disappear.”

The boy looked up at him, shook his head, lowered his head again, and took off his boots. The lower half of his body was floating in the air, but he could clearly see the shape of his calf, instep, and even the beautifully shaped toes... ...just transparently. Like it's about to disappear.

"Don't worry. Listen to me slowly." The young man raised his head. The faint smile returned to his eyes: "It wasn't like this eight years ago. It's just that time I left Liang'er to find you. Probably It took too much of my energy. It can never recover again." The young man stroked the empty calf, then put on the shoes and hid them.

"Wandering. It's because I've been wandering around. I was wandering in the back mountains. Later I went to Yancheng. I've been living in no fixed place. I'm alone." The young man raised his warm eyebrows and looked at Ye Xiaoming. The beautiful and gentle expression There are lonely, lonely, sad and complex emotions in the eyes. It is only seen in human eyes, but it seems to be smiling. "Singer. It is because I am just a wisp of soul, or just a touch of consciousness. I was left behind by Ye Xiaoming. A sliver of consciousness."

The young man showed some embarrassment: "Ye Xiaoming who wanders outside of you. This is the name I gave myself. In fact, it should be nameless."

"You think I'll believe it." Ye Xiaoming frowned at him.

"Why don't you believe it?" The young man shook his legs. The bright evidence. He smiled like a flower. But he suddenly became lonely again. The corners of his eyes were dry: "That's right. It's just a touch of consciousness. I've been looking for you. But you never Come unaware of my existence."

Ye Xiaoming felt his sadness. His heart twitched for some reason. He couldn't help but tighten his brows. His voice became colder and colder: "You are just talking. Why did I leave my soul behind for no reason?"

"When you were 16 years old, you were going to go on an appointment to see someone you were married to, but you were assassinated." The boy said, with a hint of fear in his voice.

He did not forget the flashes of swords and swords that night. The large expanse of blood-stained snow was terrifying and enchanting like the flowers of the other side. Surrounded by the corpses of guards and stinky blood...he looked at himself lying in the bloody water, covered with scars Scarlet blood flowed from the big gash on his body. He thought faintly. He was probably going to die...

"Lying in the snow on the back mountain. It's very cold. I'm holding you. My consciousness is chaotic. I can't see the road at all. I heard someone coming from behind. I passed out completely. I stayed until I woke up. You were rescued. I don't know why I stayed."

He was alone on the whole mountain.

All around was a vast expanse of whiteness.

But he couldn't get out of this hill no matter what.

He tried many times. He took pains every day. He was repeatedly bounced back by the road in front of him. There was a piercing pain in his hands and feet. After repeated many times close to self-torture, he looked at the transparent wall in confusion. Slowly understand.

Some people don't want him to go back. He can't get out of this mountain. He can only wait here.

I can only wait here for Ye Xiaoming to come to him.

So he gave up later. At first, he would wait on the only way up the mountain. Later, he didn’t wait anymore. He wandered around in the mountains. He walked almost every corner of the mountain...

Spring goes and autumn returns. The mountain has never changed. He has never changed either.

Ye Xiaoming looked at him calmly. The young man looked at him with a smile.

"You don't have to doubt it. Tell me about me. You should know it in your heart."

After Ye Xiaoming was rescued, his temperament changed drastically. He kept a straight face all day long and hardly ever smiled.

Ye Xiaoming didn't remember exactly what happened at that time. He was just angry at why his elder brother, who was far above the court, always forced him step by step, leaving no room for survival. He was also angry at his own whim for causing all the eighteen guards he brought with him to die. In the snow-capped mountains, I gritted my teeth in my heart at that time. I just looked at the snow and swore secretly. If he was saved, he would never be so weak again.

After waking up, he forgot all these things. He saw his parents surrounded him. There was also a large group of people coming in and out, chattering and saying nothing. Check his wounds.

He also just felt the pain of the wound.

"It hurts. Don't touch it." He said coldly, and closed his eyes impatiently.

[The next step is to abuse t^t...]