Every world I die young

Yu Zhuochen's hand barely stopped on the curtain. Behind the layers of gauze, the figure was blurred and motionless. He looked very obedient, but Yu Zhuochen knew very well that if his cultivation base hadn't been abolished, he would have lost his life in this life. will never see this scene.

Yu Zhuochen suddenly felt a little flustered. He couldn't help thinking, if Mo Yinglan knew that he had destroyed the protective barrier with his own hands, killed the Great Elder Xuanhong, and acquiesced in his subordinates destroying the Sword Pole Hall and destroying Sword Extreme Sect, what would he think, would he be... angry?resentment?pain?Or, want to die?

No, no, Yu Zhuochen squeezed the thin gauze curtain tightly with his fingers, his fingertips were pale, without cultivation, Mo Yinglan was just an ordinary person, not even as good as an ordinary person, as long as he looked at him all the time, It is impossible for Mo Yinglan to have the chance to commit suicide.

Is it possible that a demon king can't see a useless person?

Thinking of this, Yu Zhuochen breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fixed slightly, he raised his hand and lifted the gauze curtain, and the person he was thinking about finally appeared clearly in his eyes.

However, Yu Zhuochen's gaze froze. On the bed, large chunks of blood stains coagulated, especially on Mo Yinglan's chest, which was even stained red by blood. On the body.

Mo Yinglan closed his eyes tightly and lay curled up on the bed. Yu Zhuochen's eyes moved, he spread his arms and leaned forward, holding his body forcefully in his arms.

Mo Yinglan opened his eyes, and saw Yu Zhuochen's cold eyes, and smelled the faint blood in his body, he frowned fiercely, bit his lip and said nothing.

Yu Zhuochen also remained silent, and the atmosphere between the two was extremely stagnant.

Yu Zhuochen carried Mo Yinglan all the way to the hot spring, carefully placed him on the stone platform, and was about to undress him.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yinglan's complexion changed, her hands clenched tightly on the tattered clothes on her body, as if holding onto Redemption, and she refused to let go even to the death.

Yu Zhuochen was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted, he sneered, "Xuanyang, the deity said, don't waste your efforts, why are you so forgetful."

As he said that, his whole body was filled with demonic energy, and the crumpled white clothes on Mo Yinglan's body shattered into powder.

Mo Yinglan's face suddenly turned pale, and his face was filled with pain and shame. Yu Zhuochen carried him into the spacious hot spring without changing his expression.

……

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Yu Zhuochen carried Mo Yinglan out. When he carried them out, both of them were naked, but the wounds on Mo Yinglan's body were healed by the demonic energy.

On the outside, the skin looks pink and smooth, white and delicate. As for whether the inside has recovered, the two of them know, but neither of them is willing to mention it.

Yu Zhuochen stepped out of the hot spring step by step, his long hair was wet by the water, sticking sticky to his back, Mo Yinglan's long hair was lifted up by him, and brushed onto his arm.

Mo Yinglan had already passed out, and when he woke up again, he found that all the items on the huge bed in the Demon Palace's bedroom had been replaced with new ones, especially the blood-stained fabrics.

It's just that they were all replaced with bright and dazzling bright red.