Every world I die young

"Well, let me go."

Mo Yinglan's struggle suddenly became more intense. There were still traces of lust in the corners of his eyes, but there was a cold light in his eyes, cold and without a trace of warmth.

When Yu Zhuochen moved his demonic energy a little, he couldn't move, his whole body was swept by a bone-piercing chill, and the strong but pale arms around his neck were cast like cold iron, which was hard to shake.

Mo Yinglan's pale face gradually turned red, which was very abnormal. He lowered his head nonchalantly, not letting Yu Zhuochen notice that something was wrong. He rested his hands weakly on Yu Zhuochen's clean chest, exerting strength with his arms, wanting to Push him away, but it's like a mayfly shaking a tree, or a praying arm blocking a car.

Yu Zhuochen held his head against the hollow of his shoulders, put his arms on his back, and hugged him in an extremely ambiguous gesture, his black and white hair was extremely entangled .

Therefore, Yu Zhuochen didn't see it. Mo Yinglan's eyes gradually became dim. He took off the bandage, and when he moved a little, blood oozed out.

Probably Yu Zhuochen also thought that he couldn't die, so he didn't bother to treat his injuries. In fact, the scar on his lower abdomen was not the most serious. The most serious injury was his dantian. Even lying motionless on the bed would cause you to collapse from the pain.

Of course, the system told him this. Mo Yinglan wasn't that curious, and he wasn't just in a hurry. In order to test how painful it really was, he unwittingly removed the pain-blocking props.

Yu Zhuochen hugged him tightly, Mo Yinglan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, her face flushed and she struggled fiercely, but stubbornly said nothing, Yu Zhuochen patted him on the back casually, and said with a sneer : "Don't waste your time in vain, be obedient and settle down, you probably don't want to be treated like a confinement by this deity."

Mo Yinglan's gaze was filled with hatred and powerlessness, he rolled his eyes numbly, and his hoarse voice was ripped apart, his words were stained with blood, as if his muscles were entangled, and the flesh and blood had been dug out from his heart: "My lord, what exactly do you want? Want to humiliate me? Or..."

The remaining words were suddenly annihilated in the throat, Mo Yinglan turned his head violently, he almost lost his voice, when he turned his head slowly, five bright red fingerprints on his pale face were clear and dazzling.

"Ha ha……"

Mo Yinglan smiled softly, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his body, his tone was as calm as water, "Since you don't think so, then why did you...force me, why did you do that, Yu Zhuochen, you want to take revenge by destroying my cultivation, but I didn't do anything wrong."

His gaze lost all luster in an instant, "I am not wrong, why did I fall to such a point..."

"It's obvious that you have become a demon. According to the sect's rules, you will have to abolish your cultivation and drive you out of the sect. I..."

Mo Yinglan's gaze was fixed on Yu Zhuochen, as if he wanted to say "I'm right", but his gaze was completely fixed on this apprentice.

When the only apprentice who had a smile on his face and spoke softly back then, and now this man with angry eyes who seemed to be exhausted all the time, he suddenly stopped.

He slowly opened his lips, looking peacefully at the man whose eyes suddenly became cold and angry.

"sorry."

Yu Zhuochen's pupils shrank sharply, and his armor was torn apart mercilessly. He looked down at him helplessly and blankly.

"you--"