Every world I die young

A young man dressed in white with a stern face descended from the sky behind Yu Zhuochen, pointing his long sword forward, the cold light rustling, Yu Zhuochen turned around slowly, with a soft smile on his face.

Mo Yinglan shook his long sword, and Yu Zhuochen opened his lips slightly, "Master? You are finally here, but I have been waiting for a long time."

"By the way, Tu'er heard something very interesting just now, do you want to listen?" He leaned forward and paused the last sentence, with a cute smile on his lips.

The surroundings were empty and silent, and the competition between the two great powers in the world was something that ordinary monks could not intervene in. The coercion alone was not something they could resist.

Mo Yinglan took a deep breath, staring at Yu Zhuochen with fiery eyes, "What trick are you trying to do?"

Yu Zhuochen raised his brows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. He opened his arms, showing a gesture of no resistance, facing the cold sword, he smiled gently and peacefully.

"This is the last time."

He muttered to himself, Mo Yinglan bit his lower lip lightly, and held his sword steady.

"What's the last time? You evil beast of the demon clan, who repeatedly slaughtered you with evil intentions, do you really think that I am thinking of old feelings and dare not kill you!"

"Master, where is there any old love in your heart?"

"you!"

"Master... I said, the last time is the last time, come on."

He looked calmly and looked at him quietly.

The always cold-blooded and stubborn Xianjun trembled slightly at this moment, the swing of the long sword was extremely small, and he was desperately restraining himself.

His always firm eyes were also a little confused at the moment. Yu Zhuochen was the closest to him, so he could see it very clearly. He sneered, and the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth instantly shattered.

"Master, this disciple is real this time... I won't care about anything anymore, are you sure you don't want to take revenge with a sword?"

His tone became frivolous and disdainful, the wide hood was swept back by the sudden violent sword wind, and the long snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, falling on the pitch-black robe, which was particularly dazzling.

Mo Yinglan closed her eyes violently, and the blade of the sword, which was as cold as iron, ruthlessly tore open the cloth, eroding deeply into the flesh and blood.

With a puff, the blood-stained sword tip came out through the body, and the blood beads spun around on the sword tip, swaying and falling on the robe, as if immersed in the cold night, without a trace.

laugh--

Mo Yinglan's eyes were piercingly cold, not only did he not draw out the long sword, but he thrust his wrist forward and stabbed it hard.

"Heh, hahaha..."

The pale-faced Yu Zhuochen twitched his mouth, and suddenly laughed out loud. At first it was a low laugh, and then the laughter became louder and more exaggerated. His delicate and moist face became paler and darker. There is a shadow in the shadow, the red lips are stained with blood and quenched the poison, and he chooses someone to devour.

Yu Zhuochen stretched out his hand to pinch the blade of the sword, and the extremely sharp blade immediately cut his palm, and blood slowly flowed down the gap, but he remained motionless.

"Master is so kind, so cruel, this disciple no longer needs to be lonely and cowardly, and can let go."

His tone was extremely steady, it didn't look like his heart was being pierced, but rather a minor injury, but the long sword lingering in fairy charm was still firmly inserted into his heart, Mo Yinglan's complexion changed, Weakly let go of your hand.

He took a step back in a daze, and put his hands on his side awkwardly. Yu Zhuochen's eyes were crazy, and he clearly saw the panic and confusion deep in his pupils.

The crazy bloody wave in Yu Zhuochen's eyes stopped suddenly, he was afraid!

Yu Zhuochen felt that his mind had never been so clear, and he was afraid.