Every world I die young

"Ah?" Gao Wei said in a daze, "Know what? Do you know where he is?"

In response to him, there was only the sound of footsteps gradually fading away.

Gao Wei looked around in confusion, still unable to figure out what happened just now, then Mo Yinglan understood and left.

Scratching the back of his head, he turned away full of doubts.

Mo Yinglan strode towards the school gate with quick strides, his coat was casually draped over her body, and the broken hair on her forehead fluttered in the wind. As she walked, Mo Yinglan murmured silently in her heart: System, do you know where Deng Zepan is now?If you know, give me the exact location.

The system was silent for a while, before saying [I know, but the host, why don't you ask what kind of ghost captured him? 】

Mo Yinglan whistled: You said before that I had many hosts, right?

The system was taken aback, not understanding why he suddenly brought up this topic, but he still dutifully replied 【Yes. 】

So, don't take their way of thinking about problems as my way of thinking about problems. You already know that there are thousands of differences between people, so how can we compare them.

The system is a bit confused [so...]

The corner of Mo Yinglan's mouth curled up, interrupting it: So, I don't need to know these questions, because to me, it's not important.

The system silently sent Deng Zebao's location to Mo Yinglan's mind, and then it said [Host, so I can take care of myself. 】

The corners of Mo Yinglan's eyes curled up. Of course, he would take care of himself. If he didn't have great confidence, he would never choose to test. After all, he did many things like pretending to be innocent when he was a child, and he even got a little tired of it.

Deng Zepan slowly opened his eyes. Before he could turn his head around and lose consciousness, he shivered hard.

"Hiss, what the hell is this young master, ah, it's so cold."

Deng Zeshi muttered something, feeling his mind was frozen awake, but the scene in front of him stunned him.

In front of you is a three-story villa with an old style, which seems to be the style of a well-known designer more than ten years ago.

Here, isn't this his home back then?

Deng Zepan sat on the ground blankly, motionless, with a creak, the carved wooden door opened at an extremely slow speed, it seemed that there was no light turned on in the villa, and there was no light in the darkness, Deng Zepan only felt that not only Just a wooden door, but something unimaginable.

"Come in... come in..."

With a light voice coming from the crack of the door, Deng Zepan's body became more and more stiff, mom, mom...

The whistling wind kept blowing, Deng Zebao's eyes gradually became confused and empty, he stared blankly at the gap in the narrow wooden door that only opened for one person to pass through.

A strong longing suddenly rose in his heart, and Deng Zebao's blank mind was immediately dominated by this strong desire that had arisen for the first time in his life, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves without reservation.

A gloomy green color flashed in his eyes, and he got up from the ground stiffly and awkwardly, and then walked slowly towards the carved wooden door. There was darkness behind the door, and there was no light. It was dark and disturbing.

Deng Zepan didn't seem to feel anything was wrong at all, he took a step, and slowly walked towards the direction of the villa, and then took about two steps. The heavy carved wooden door was rolled up into the air like a piece of paper, revealing the door Behind, a lady in a red cheongsam with stiletto heels.

The noble lady's eyes were blood red, two lines of blood and tears flowed down, she stared at Deng Zepan firmly.

"Where did the ghost come from, die!"