Every world I die young

"Hey, this servant obeys the order, and this servant will leave now. The concubine, the concubine, should act quickly, so as not to make my lord wait around in a hurry."

The system with this yin and yang tone is about to go crazy, and it sarcastically said [Things that look down on people with dog eyes, sooner or later you will look good! 】

Mo Yinglan is so calm and teasing, she can't hear you even if you say it.

【Hmph, I'm so mad! 】The system logged off cursing, and the maid also left arrogantly.

Mo Yinglan lowered her head and slowly took off her white dress. After carefully folding the white dress, she dawdled for a long time before she changed into this bright red wedding dress with difficulty.

The wedding dress was completely in the style of a woman, so Mo Yinglan not only looked awkward wearing it, but he was also extremely uncomfortable.

He frowned, clenched his fists, and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, but he just sat silently on the edge of the bed, motionless.

When the maid re-entered the bedroom, she was holding a dark red loose and light gown and a dazzling red hijab in her hand, it seemed that she had already prepared for it.

Mo Yinglan stiffly dodged the maid's hand, and wrapped herself in a robe. The awkward feeling was blocked by the robe, making it hard to see clearly. He slowly let down her long hair.

After getting up, the long floor-length robe set off the smooth body lines. Although it looked quite well-behaved, coupled with his indifferent gaze, it had a unique flavor.

Mo Yinglan just felt uncomfortable all over, with layers of clothes on his body, he felt a little short of breath.

His steps were a little stiff, and he walked slowly to the dressing table and sat down. He looked up and saw the man in the bronze mirror with an indifferent complexion and empty eyes. Looking through the thin robe, one could faintly see the crumpled underside. wedding dress.

Mo Yinglan narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand to wrap the outer robe tightly, not to let the inside leak out.

The maid stood behind him, her attitude was very bad, the sharp wooden comb scratched his scalp fiercely, and the sharp nails drew one after another small bloodstains on the back of his neck. I feel my scalp tingling.

The maid's eyes were full of sneering complacency, so she didn't notice that in the bronze mirror, Mo Yinglan's complexion was still terrifyingly indifferent, and even her eyes didn't change a bit.

After finishing the bun, the maid put down the wooden comb with some regret, and Mo Yinglan glanced curiously, the teeth of the wooden comb were already stained with blood, and the maid's long and sharp nails could also faintly see shreds of meat.

Mo Yinglan: ...It's really the most poisonous woman's heart, and I didn't provoke her. The system, I want revenge, so it won't affect the mission.

The system is a little puzzled【You can't feel it, why make such an unnecessary fuss. 】

Mo Yinglan said in a very small belly, although I can't feel it, I'm upset.

system:……

Well, I am convinced.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Yinglan forced himself to loosen his frown. His voice was a little hoarse, filled with secret fear, "What are you going to do next?"

The maid curled her lips in disappointment, "Your Majesty, come with the servants."

……

After being tossed and tossed for a long time, Mo Yinglan finally came to the main hall of the Demon Palace. Standing behind the screen, taking advantage of no one, Mo Yinglan raised her hand and rubbed her bruised arm pinched by the maid. The clothes were too tight, he couldn't lift his hands at all, he could barely reach his elbows, if he lifted them any higher, the clothes might be torn.

When Mo Yinglan was complaining fiercely in his heart, Yu Zhuochen, who was dressed in red, walked into the hall slowly. Beside him, countless demon cultivators who had prepared in advance lined up to greet him.