Every world I die young

The uneasiness in his heart was continuously magnified. When he first sensed Mo Yinglan's aura, Shangguan Ce was full of ecstasy and anticipation. When he saw Mo Yinglan dying, his joy suddenly turned into fury. The mind has been severely impacted, so that I can't help but worry about gains and losses.

Shangguan Ce originally planned to completely protect Mo Yinglan under his wings, and control everything about him in his own hands. He did have enough strength to do so, but the reality gave him a severe blow. a slap.

What I thought was a simple matter of getting rid of an evil spirit turned out to be so out of hand, but he was temporarily trapped here and couldn't leave, and could only watch helplessly as things gradually slipped to an unimaginable level.

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +6, and the current favorability value is 78 points. 】

If, if something happens, if Mo Yinglan dies, he has a faint feeling that if he misses this life, he will never see the reincarnation of his sweetheart again.

The blood in Shangguan Ce's eyes began to permeate, his sanity gradually collapsed, and the ghost energy around him began to surge continuously, as if he was struggling, or desperate.

Mr. Yang's gaze suddenly became solemn. Although he didn't know why Shangguan Ce suddenly fell into madness, this was undoubtedly the worst result. Mr. Yang couldn't imagine what terrible consequences would be brought about by a giant beast from the abyss losing its mind.

He could only try his best to prevent this from happening. Mr. Yang pinched his hands quickly, and the faint white light between his fingers slowly squirmed in the air, gradually condensing into two complicated handprints.

Mr. Yang shouted loudly: "Go!"

The two handprints flew out quickly and rushed straight to Shangguan Ce's direction, but Mr. Yang didn't stop, his fingers continued to flip rapidly, a steady stream of handprints were condensed, and then quickly flew to Shangguan Ce.

"Master Ghost King, please calm down."

Every time Mr. Yang condensed two fingerprints, he would spit out a word. After saying this sentence, Mr. Yang's eyes lit up, and he stared at Shangguan Ce's body firmly.

Shangguan Ce only felt a faint burning pain in his body, and after his consciousness was stimulated, he slowly returned to normal.

A pair of blood-red ghost pupils turned black again, staring at old man Yang for a moment, as if old man Yang would never give up until he gave him a reasonable explanation.

On the other side, Deng Zesi led Mo Yinglan all the way downstairs without saying a word, and the luxurious private car was already ready.

Deng Zepan pursed his lips, looked down at the unconscious Mo Yinglan, his eyes sparkled with excitement, if everything that followed basically went according to Mr. Yang's plan, wouldn't he no longer have to worry that Mo Yinglan would leave.

Deng Zepan took a deep breath, freed up one hand to open the car door, and put Mo Yinglan on the back seat. By the way, he thoughtfully put a cushion on the back of his waist to make him sleep comfortably, and fastened his seat belt .

Deng Zepan gave him a deep look, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into the depths of his soul.

Mo Yinglan's eyes were closed tightly, and her head was leaning on the backrest. Deng Zepan reached out and brushed away the broken hair covering her forehead, revealing a smooth forehead, and her crow-feather eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheeks.

He is so cute.

Deng Zebao thought to himself, why didn't he pay attention before, the way he was sleeping peacefully is so cute.

Deng Zebao's eyes couldn't help softening, his pupils were shining brightly, it's great that he's still alive.

He slowly sat on the driver's seat and closed the door, as if he was afraid of waking him up.