Every world I die young

Deng Zebao's eyes were full of indecision. When Mo Yinglan was talking to Mr. Yang, he was also engaged in an ideological struggle in his heart. Should he listen to Mr. Yang?

Deng Zepan was in a state of confusion. If he finally chose to act according to Mr. Yang's arrangement, then once Mo Yinglan found out about his plan, then with his character, he would definitely break up on the spot. Even if Mo Yinglan was more determined, The two of them will go to the point where they will never communicate with each other.

Even if he knew his end, Deng Zebao didn't dare to act rashly anymore, but if he didn't take the initiative to take action, then it is more likely that he would miss this only opportunity and gradually become strangers.

It's nothing more than a question of whether to die or die later, but, Deng Zesi thought, he was too greedy, from the beginning he didn't want to drift away from Mo Yinglan in the end, he even wanted to get closer to him, even closer ...

Deng Zebao sneaked a glance at Mo Yinglan who was beaming with joy from the corner of his eye, and gradually his eyes became a little crazy.

"roll."

The sudden sound seemed to ring in the bottom of my heart, it was terribly cold and without warmth, Deng Zebao felt that his body and even his whole soul were frozen in ice at this moment, making him unable to move.

who?who is it? !

He trembled like walking on thin ice, and suddenly raised his head in fear.

"Brother Deng, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yinglan asked suspiciously. He had just discussed with Mr. Yang that if an evil spirit chooses to self-destruct the ghost pill and perish together, the concept between them, the old and the young, had arisen. disagreement.

Mo Yinglan felt that she should be more vigilant, and decisively act first when she found that the evil spirit had the idea of ​​self-destructing the ghost pill.

On the other hand, Mr. Yang believes that although the ghost has been eroded by the hostile energy and the ghost energy carried by itself, it seems a bit stupid in some aspects, unable to turn a single muscle.

But after all, ghosts still reincarnate after death. Even though ghosts hate the living and wish that all the living people in the world would die, because of the limited number, they can only hibernate, and occasionally come out to take advantage of the fire and rob them.

Just like this time, as long as it is done properly, even an ordinary person who has never been in touch with Taoism can successfully escape. Of course, a trick can only be used once for the same ghost, and the possibility of being deceived next time almost zero.

But this is just an assumption. When ordinary people encounter ghosts, their minds will go blank or their hands and feet will not be frightened. It is already very good.

"No, it's okay." Deng Zebao's back was wet with cold sweat, and the horror in his eyes hadn't faded completely. He took a slow breath cautiously, "Xiaozhu, have you discussed it with grandpa?"

Mo Yinglan didn't notice that Deng Zepan's address had changed from "Grandpa Yang" to "Grandpa". When Deng Zepan asked, his eyebrows immediately raised, "Let me tell you, it's really simple. Grandpa is worried about us. For your safety, you have to think carefully about it, so you keep refuting my suggestions."

"Sigh." Mo Yinglan sighed, seemingly helpless, "But Grandpa, you must be doing it for our own good, and it is also very important to be safe in case of a rainy day."

Mr. Yang kicked Mo Yinglan's calf lightly: "Hmph, you're the only one with a sweet mouth, how about you show me your actual actions?"

Seeing the old and the young two babes fighting, Deng Zebao's melancholy dissipated a lot, and the closed elevator door in the distance suddenly opened without making a sound.