Every world I die young

Shangguan Ce: "Ajuan, you have a good rest, but it's just a little ghost, just go and kill it alone."

Deng Zebao: "Wait, Xiao Zhu, Grandpa Yang, I'm going too, and I want to see it too."

Mo Yinglan was stunned for a moment, her first reaction was to reply to Shangguan Ce that she didn't need to help him like this, and she barely stopped the car when she reached the point of her mouth, "Brother Deng, what are you doing with me and grandpa? How dangerous it is."

He said very seriously: "I'm serious, if it wasn't for Grandpa, I wouldn't dare to face that ghost by myself. The limitation of the venue is one aspect, and on the other hand, if it is delayed for a long time, I will be killed." It is discovered by ordinary people, but it cannot be noticed by ordinary people. This is a convention of our ghost masters. You are my good friend. When I went back to my hometown to play with me, I accidentally bumped into Grandpa to eliminate ghosts, so it’s okay for you to know something. But others are absolutely confidential."

Deng Zepan lowered his head and remained silent, his body tensed. Seeing this posture, Mo Yinglan could understand what Deng Zepan was thinking. Even if he was not allowed to go, he would probably follow secretly.

Mo Yinglan was a little helpless, and spread her hands in her heart. It was really useless for Deng Zebao to follow her. Maybe not only would she not be able to get psychological comfort, but she would also be warned by a thousand-year-old ghost king with an extremely possessive desire. Why bother?

After all, with Mo Yinglan's mental strength, it was easy to feel the fluctuation of Shangguan Ce's icy ghostly aura, but he didn't show that he could notice it, and kept pretending to be stupid.

Mr. Yang saw that Deng Zebao was extremely persistent, and he was emotionally unstable. Before Mo Yinglan came back, he had been on the verge of collapse. He hadn't recovered yet, so he couldn't bear the stimulation.

The old man who has spent most of his life intrigues is sophisticated and transparent, "Okay, Xiao Deng will follow along, I'll go and prepare what I should take, you two go back to sleep first, and then go at night."

Mo Yinglan said in disbelief: "Grandpa, what are you doing? It's so dangerous. What if something happens?"

Old Man Yang shook his head: "Although your grandfather and I are half buried in the soil, it's just to protect one person. It's not a big deal, and it's not embarrassing."

As he spoke, he pushed Mo Yinglan and gave him a wink, "Be with Xiao Deng well, he thought you were dead, and he couldn't eat or sleep for several days because of guilt."

After getting the affirmation, Deng Zepan turned around and walked towards the bedroom in a daze. His steps were a little stiff. Mo Yinglan heard the hint from Mr. Yang. He pursed his lips and took half a step when he heard Shangguan Ce say nothing. Emotional voice.

"Does Juan like him very much?"

Mo Yinglan blinked quickly, not quite understanding why Shangguan Ce said that, Shangguan Ce continued: "Why do you care about him so much, you have nothing to do with each other."

He bit the word "relationship" hard, as if deliberately reminding Mo Yinglan to keep a proper distance.

Mo Yinglan was in a bit of a dilemma. After tangling in place for a while, under the gaze of Mr. Yang, he still bit the bullet and pretended to be stupid: "Grandpa, I'll go to sleep first. After all, you are old, so don't be too tired." , and take a break when you are ready."

Mr. Yang was startled, watching him turn and enter another bedroom, thinking of something, Mr. Yang's gaze became complicated.

Mo Yinglan walked into the bedroom quickly, and as soon as the door was closed, she anxiously explained: "Mr. Shangguan, have you misunderstood?"