Every world I die young

"Well, remember to be careful." Shangguan Ce reminded habitually.

Mo Yinglan pursed her lips, still not used to being cared about so much, he nodded, then turned and left, his movements were clean and neat, without any muddling.

There was a gleam of satisfaction in Shangguan Ce's eyes. He let go of his perception and secretly observed Mo Yinglan's actions. Although this was a bit abrupt, it was the safest way, and it was also protecting him. If anything happened to him, Unexpectedly, I was able to rush to his side to save the scene in the first time.

However, in Shangguan Ce's perception, Mo Yinglan wisely chose to show weakness from the very beginning, pretending to be an ordinary person who entered by mistake, and looked confused and flustered. If it wasn't for Shangguan Ce, he could clearly see his With clear eyes, I am afraid that he will also be deceived.

Shangguan Ce was a little surprised. When he was still alive, he had a vicious eye, and he could easily catch these subtleties that ordinary people would never notice.

Although his memory and observation ability were greatly reduced due to his obsession after death, but after so many years, this small side effect is no longer worth mentioning. Mo Yinglan was able to almost kill him And cheated, really, not ordinary people.

Shangguan Ce's eyes were flickering, although he wanted to explain that Mo Yinglan was the reincarnation of A Juan. For such a smart and transparent person, his reincarnation is naturally different from ordinary people, which is understandable.

But he is not a love brain, and he knows very well in his heart that even A Juan does not have this kind of ability and talent, and it is impossible to almost deceive him just by acting.

Mo Yinglan...

Shangguan Ce thought silently in his heart, could the calmness in his eyes be a disguise?

While he was meditating in his heart, Mo Yinglan had already returned. Half of his bloody handprints were accidentally stained on his clean white casual coat. Other than that, he was calm and calm. With a smile and anticipation, he fixedly looked at Shangguan Ce without speaking.

"Not bad." Shangguan Ce understood and smiled dotingly.

Mo Yinglan immediately lowered her head and whispered: "No, no, it's actually okay. After all, if you hadn't told me its exact location, I wouldn't have been able to relax so easily."

There was a hint of deep meaning in Shangguan Ce's eyes, but his tone did not change at all: "No, Juan, it's you who are good enough."

Mo Yinglan's eyes dodged: "Well, let's go home, the trouble has been solved, there should be a taxi passing by later."

As if to confirm his words, as soon as Mo Yinglan finished speaking, the trumpet sounded from far to near, and the fog in the surrounding sight disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye with Mo Yinglan's return.

Before the taxi in the distance came to the front, the fog in front of Mo Yinglan's eyes had completely disappeared.

The feeling of broad vision is refreshing, and Mo Yinglan let out a breath of turbid air comfortably, feeling a familiar cold air lingering around him, and his heart is at peace.

The taxi stopped by the side of the road, and Mo Yinglan opened the taxi door and sat on it, and said his home address with a smile on his face, and then he said, "Master, what's the date?"

The driver is a middle-aged uncle in his 40s, with beards on his face, and he is a talkative person. He joked enthusiastically: "It's number 6 now, young man, it's okay to have a bad memory at a young age."

Mo Yinglan smiled, and heaved a sigh of relief. He was only number 4 when he left, but luckily it was not too late.