Every world I die young

Shangguan Ce stood at the door, the dragon robe on his body was windless, his black hair was flying, and there was a black air around him, ghostly, extremely terrifying.

In particular, the pair of vertical pupils on his face stared coldly at the front, his eyes had no warmth and were full of murderous intent.

Mo Yinglan propped her hands on the wall with her head down and panted heavily. He hadn't recovered from the shock just now, but just as soon as he looked up, he saw Shangguan Ce staring at him expressionlessly.

Shangguan Ce's face became paler, even ghastly, his collar was blown a little crookedly, a small part of his skin was exposed, through the gap, Mo Yinglan suddenly saw a black trace winding on his pale chest down, extending towards the heart.

Mo Yinglan blinked, and couldn't help but want to see clearly, but Shangguan Ce wanted to teleport and suddenly disappeared from the door, and reappeared in front of his eyes.

Because the distance was very close, Mo Yinglan could clearly see the "black marks" he had vaguely seen just now, which were the marks formed after the skin was cut open and sewn with thread.

Because the sutures are black, and the stitches are fine and dense, they can't be seen clearly from a little distance. It doesn't look like a stitched wound, but a black mark that is seamless.

Mo Yinglan stared at the sutured wound near Shangguan Ce's collarbone, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment. He felt that the ghost king in front of him should have seen it himself, but no matter how hard he searched for memories in his head, his mind was blank .

At most, he could only vaguely remember a little outline, and he whispered anxiously: "You, who are you..."

Hearing this, Shangguan Ce's eyes paused for a moment, and then became extremely cold. Mo Yinglan really couldn't stand his eyes looking at dead things.

He frowned and couldn't help but said, "Have we met before?"

Shangguan Ce didn't say a word, just stared at Mo Yinglan coldly, his eyes were so terrifying, even with a suffocating pressure, Mo Yinglan bit the bullet and turned his head, "I, I seem to do not know you……"

Before he could finish his explanation, a storm erupted in Shangguan Ce's eyes, and the last trace of reason disappeared from his eyes.

"I don't know..." Shangguan Ce raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of madness, "It's okay, you will remember."

He whispered, muttering to himself in a hoarse tone, Mo Yinglan opened his eyes wide, although in front of him was a ghost king who appeared out of thin air and had never been recorded before, opposing his identity, under normal circumstances he should do whatever it takes It was right to suppress him, but there was inexplicably no hostility in his heart.

Mo Yinglan opened his mouth and tried hard to explain clearly that he probably remembered Shangguan Ce. Although he didn't know why he forgot it, his subconscious told him that Shangguan Ce was not a stranger, so they should have been related before.

Shangguan Ce seemed to know what he wanted to say, he looked down at Mo Yinglan, his eyes were like those of an ancient emperor looking at his courtiers, looking down on all living beings and looking down on everything.

"I finally waited, but I forgot that you are not him, so I just want to resurrect him."

Accompanied by this low sigh, Mo Yinglan felt that all the strength in his body was being sucked away. His eyes were wide open, and he tried hard to stand still, but his body was not under his control, and he slid down the wall weakly. .

He felt dizzy, his head was swollen, his eyelids were heavy, and at the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, what he saw was Shangguan Ce's gentle and expectant eyes.

"Ajuan, I only want you, he is not you, so it doesn't matter if he sacrifices."

After a while, he continued, "I don't care."

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is -8, and the current favorability value is 70 points. 】