Every world I die young

"I like you, I like you very much, and I only like you alone."

The extremely indifferent voice suddenly sounded, and Mo Yinglan looked back in surprise. Xuanyang's face was still solemn and cold, and his tone was in line with his mood, but the content seemed to be manipulated, completely opposite.

"Yu Zhuochen, Chen'er, I love you, I want to be your Taoist companion, and I want to be with you forever."

In Mo Yinglan's eyes, when Xuanyang said this expressionlessly, Yu Zhuochen's gloomy gaze softened immediately, "I love you too, but you are too strong, and you will leave me sooner or later, so Xuanyang Yang, don't blame me, I just plan to abolish your cultivation, so that you will never be able to leave me, but don't worry, I will take good care of you and love you."

The obsessive tone spit out from the blood-stained thin lips, and rushed towards the face with a bloodthirsty breath. Suddenly, a fairy sword appeared in Yu Zhuochen's empty hand. Flowing light, immortal energy lingers on righteousness Ling Ran.

The long sword pierced Xuanyang's dantian fiercely, smashing his golden core. The tall and jade-like fairy's expression did not change at all, and he stood calmly in place, neither resisting nor struggling, like a puppet with a broken thread Similarly, the expression of indifference also froze on his face.

Mo Yinglan opened her eyes slightly, this place is Yu Zhuochen's own dreamland, even a slight mistake will endanger his own soul, is Yu Zhuochen crazy?

Two white-clothed figures, one tall and one short, were also stained with blood, and the bloody smell spread out, extremely strong. Mo Yinglan frowned and stood a little further away, muttering an awkward and complicated spell in her mouth.

Between Mo Yinglan's brows, a lustrous luster kept shining, Yu Zhuochen smiled sweetly, and looked at Xuanyang who was covered in blood with crooked eyebrows.

The phantom of nothingness shattered with a click, and Yu Zhuochen froze all over, staring at the shattered dust opposite, his eyes immediately filled with crazy blood, and twisted lines appeared on his fair face. The bruising marks looked very terrifying.

As the words in Mo Yinglan's mouth advanced layer by layer, the light between his brows became brighter and brighter. Yu Zhuochen seemed to feel something in his heart, and turned his head stiffly. The face covered with curse marks was no longer delicate and delicate. His blood-red eyes gradually turned into vertical pupils, and anyone would involuntarily take a few steps back.

Mo Yinglan just looked back at him calmly, her hand slowly began to seal.

"Yu Zhuochen, you are really pitiful and pathetic, deplorable and hateful."

A soft voice came out, and the silent collapse of the heart-demonic realm, which was getting more and more blood-colored, actually came to a slow stop.

The eyes of the two were intertwined, Mo Yinglan's pity and indifference eyes and Yu Zhuochen's pained, hatred but also confused and helpless eyes were entangled endlessly.

"Dust."

He slowly opened his lips, spit out this title that he didn't know how long he hadn't called, pressed down his handprint, and the red light between his brows suddenly became brighter, reflecting the blood in Yu Zhuochen's eyes that faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This seat said that you have been too possessed by demons, and you can't turn back long ago, but with me, you will not be tortured by the demons and explode to death."

"I won't let you die here."

Yu Zhuochen's red and bleeding skin gradually became fairer, especially the terrifying curse mark on his face gradually became lighter and lighter. Soon, all the scars on Yu Zhuochen's body disappeared, and his whole body became back to normal. The first 16-year-old boy.

There is still a bloodstain between the eyebrows, and the eyes are still red.

The blood red color was particularly dazzling on the fair and delicate skin, Mo Yinglan lowered her eyes, finally it was impossible to start all over again.