Every world I die young

Shangguan Ce's eyes were full of obsession and infatuation. He exerted all his strength, as if he wanted to rub Mo Yinglan into his body, so that the two people's flesh and blood would fuse together, as if they could never be separated forever.

Mo Yinglan's face was flushed, but she was slandering in her heart, Shangguan Ce was in a state of confusion, didn't she know how much effort she had put in?Is he deaf, otherwise why can he pretend that he can't hear the sound of his bones being squeezed.

Shangguan Ce is also a ghost king after all, and a ghost king who has lived for a thousand years. How could he not hear such a clear voice, but he didn't notice it, and the strength in his arm even became stronger and stronger.

Although Mo Yinglan didn't feel deeply, but guessing would not be easy. He closed his eyes, leaned back, his cheeks were flushed, and it seemed a little difficult to say.

Barely breaking free from the shackles, Mo Yinglan opened her lips and panted forcefully, "Let go, let go."

"Why?" Shangguan Ce's obsessed eyes flashed a look of confusion, suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes became fierce, "Aren't you willing to be with Gu?"

Mo Yinglan didn't even have time to answer, Shangguan Ce said to himself nervously: "You don't want to? So what, you are a courtier, dare to refuse Jun's grace!"

As soon as the words fell, Shangguan Ce's eyes were filled with strong lust, and he stared at Mo Yinglan passionately.

Mo Yinglan's face was stiff, he stretched out his hand with difficulty to push Shangguan Ce away, and begged in a low voice: "Don't do this."

Shangguan Ce narrowed his eyes and growled, "Presumptuous."

As he blurted out these words, the surrounding decorative sculptures trembled slightly, and the trembling became more and more intense. Objects such as tall vases and lampposts fell to the ground one after another, making crackling sounds.

As if an earthquake had occurred in the entire hall, Mo Yinglan could feel that the soles of her feet were not stable, and even the floor was trembling.

He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Shangshangguan Ce, trying to restrain himself, but when his eyes were still getting hotter and hotter, he paused, feeling entangled in his heart.

Above the two of them, on the criss-cross beams, one of the beams had a crack due to the vibration. As the vibration intensified, the crack became deeper and deeper. When Mo Yinglan's eyes turned to the top of his head, I saw the beams of the house leaning down suddenly, and there was a crunching sound at the same time.

Mo Yinglan's pupils shrank sharply, and the beam above her head was a seamless whole, and every movement could move her whole body.

Now, as the tremors in the main hall became more and more intense, several small beams had broken, and if another one was broken, the whole thing would have to be smashed down.

At the very moment, Mo Yinglan's eyes gleamed brightly, he stretched out his arms without hesitation, grabbed Shangguan Ce's neck forcefully, and kissed back directly.

Shangguan Ce was stunned. When he was still alive, Yang Juan would never take the initiative to do this. His character is that kind of disciplined and rigid Confucian scholar.

How could Shangguan Ce, a high-ranking emperor, be so proactive? If he hadn't taken the initiative to tease and approach, the two of them would not have developed into a loving relationship.

Although his memory is fuzzy, Shangguan Ce knows very clearly that from the day they met until his death, Yang Juan never took the initiative, at most he wanted to refuse and welcome.

So this person in front of me is exactly the same as Yang Juanchang...isn't he...

After vaguely realizing this, Shangguan Ce felt as if his mind was split by an axe, and he felt a severe headache.

Before he even woke up, the loud rumbling noise around him occupied the entire eardrum.

The hall completely collapsed.