Every world I die young

Holding Mo Yinglan in his arms, he walked slowly towards the depths of the magic palace step by step.

Sensing his motive, Mo Yinglan's fingertips tightly grasped the cloth on Yu Zhuochen's chest, her head buried low, her whole body trembling slightly.

A head of black hair was picked up by Yu Zhuochen, but there were still a few strands hanging down, barely touching the ground.

"Yu Zhuochen, what do you want to do?"

Yu Zhuochen's footsteps paused, because Mo Yinglan's tone was muffled because his head was lowered, and it sounded inexplicably making him feel itchy.

The corners of Yu Zhuochen's mouth turned upward, "Of course I'm doing what my deity Xiao has been thinking about for a long time."

Squinting his eyes slightly, feeling the increasingly stiff body in his arms, Yu Zhuochen was rarely angry, at least he didn't know anything, he was clean and belonged to him alone in the future.

In a good mood, Yu Zhuochen was not as harsh as Mo Yinglan imagined, he moved him gently on the bed, as if he was afraid of hurting him, his movements were very compassionate and gentle.

After laying him flat, Yu Zhuochen slowly got up, and when the eyes of the person under him relaxed, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed his blood-stained lips fiercely.

Mo Yinglan only felt his body was stiff and numb. If he hadn't noticed it, he wouldn't have noticed Yu Zhuochen's movements at all.

As Yu Zhuochen kept tossing and turning, the blood on Mo Yinglan's lips became darker, and a trace of blood flowed along the corner of her mouth, which was not beautiful at all.

It was a long time before he raised his head, his eyes reflected the sparse sword eyebrows and stars, but it turned out to be gloomy and gloomy, the frowning brows and the sweat on the temples all showed his patience and repression.

Yu Zhuochen's heart suddenly leaked, and he blurted out and asked, "Are you not happy?"

Mo Yinglan just glanced at him gloomyly, then turned her head away in disgust, not wanting to look at him again, Yu Zhuochen's eyes suddenly burst into an unknown fire, and he grabbed Mo Yinglan's head and forced it away .

The strength of Yu Zhuochen's hand was extremely strong, and he scratched a scratch near Mo Yinglan's temple without any effort, and the pale pink blood stained his white nails in an instant.

When Yu Zhuochen lowered his head, he saw Mo Yinglan frowned slightly, and he stared at him silently, and didn't withdraw his hand, just like this.

Gradually, Mo Yinglan's lips began to turn pale and feeble. After all, he had been severely injured, and his strong spiritual power had long been exhausted. No matter how stubborn he was, how could this broken body hold on.

Yu Zhuochen knew this very well, so when he clearly saw that Mo Yinglan's body began to tremble and break out in cold sweat, but he still resisted and refused to give in, his eyes darkened.

"Xuanyang, don't resist this deity, or you will suffer in the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down. Mo Yinglan's white clothes were almost completely stained with blood, and there was a deep scar on his lower abdomen. The blood was continuously gushing out, but he didn't care about it.

A streak of devilish energy escaped from his hand and penetrated into the wound on Mo Yinglan's lower abdomen, the blood stopped immediately, but the hideous wound still opened its mouth wide.

Extremely lingering.

Mo Yinglan has long been in a coma, and with his mortal body full of scars, he simply cannot bear the torment of Yu Zhuochen's madman.

When he opened his eyes again, he didn't even know when it was. There was no sunlight in the Demon Realm, and it was shrouded in darkness and chaos all day long, so naturally there was no concept of time.

Mo Yinglan's eyes moved, and she struggled to get up, when the strong arms at her side stretched out, wrapping him in her arms.

"do not move."