Every world I die young

Shangguan Ce lowered his eyelashes and stood silently on the ground like a sculpture. Mr. Yang stared at him solemnly. With his morality, he couldn't even tell whether Shangguan Ce had moved or not. Everything in front of him was dusty. settled.

Mr. Yang's heart shuddered, and he was stunned for a moment. With such a powerful existence, is it really okay to provoke him?If Shangguan Ce finds out that he is doing things secretly, he is not afraid of death. After all, he is half buried in the ground, but Deng Zebao is still young, so if he is involved in these things, although he is willing, in the end...

Mr. Yang sighed in his heart, no matter what, even if it was his old life, he still had to protect Deng Zepan's life.

Everyone should be responsible for their own choices. It was Deng Zepan's own choice to choose to get involved in the affairs between Shangguan Ce and Mo Yinglan, but it was also his inducement and hint. He used Deng Zepan to deal with Mo Yinglan. Lan's feelings guided the choices he made.

If Deng Zebao would die because of today's choice, then even if he dies, he will have no peace.

Mr. Yang's turbid eyes gradually became firmer, and there was a faint gleam in his eyes. Just choose to do that, whether it is death or life, is still unknown.

Shangguan Ce's eyes fell on Mr. Yang, and his tone was flat, mixed with a vague hostility: "I don't know what the old man plans to do next?"

Mr. Yang bent down respectfully and saluted. Shangguan Ce's eyes flashed slightly. Since the battle line was defeated and the imperial city fell, he has not seen this set of etiquette for many years. His surname is Yang, could it be He is a descendant of the national teacher.

If old man Yang is a descendant of the national teacher, then Mo Yinglan can also be said to be a descendant of the national teacher according to his blood.

National Division……

He is Ah Juan's master and also his adoptive father.

Mr. Yang's deep and slightly hoarse voice brought back Shangguan Ce's thoughts.

drip-

A small car sped past Deng Zebao's car.

Mo Yinglan seemed to have been disturbed, he groaned softly, turned his head to find a comfortable position and continued to sleep. Hearing this sound, Deng Zepan felt a little flustered in his heart. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and smiled brightly on his face He pretended not to know anything, and asked casually, "Xiao Zhu, are you awake?"

"Ahhh." Mo Yinglan felt his head was muddled, he rubbed his eyes, "Where is this?"

Deng Zesi said: "In the car, you're sleepy, don't you?"

Mo Yinglan asked confusedly: "In the car, where are we going?"

A glint of inquiry flashed in Deng Zebao's eyes, and he asked softly: "Are you ashamed to say that you didn't know what you were doing last night, you slept so late, and you actually forgot today's plan, we have been on vacation for several days, take you Go to L City for a walk, anyway, I also have a flat there."

He didn't say anything later, but watched Mo Yinglan with a dazed face through the rearview mirror with great interest.

Mo Yinglan flinched, and said cautiously: "Is that so? But, why can't I remember? I feel like my brain is not enough. The past few days seem to have passed in a flash, and I don't know what happened."

His tone was blank, Deng Zepan lowered his eyes, he was afraid, although he was restraining himself, but he could feel that he was afraid, was it because he couldn't remember what happened and felt uneasy, or because he was worried about what he would do, Deng Zepan suddenly felt a little nervous Can't tell.

Deng Zepan raised the corner of his mouth to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything, he thought to himself, he obviously wouldn't do anything to him, why did this happen, Deng Zepan carefully looked around, the environment in the car was no different from before.