Every world I die young

Deng Zepan felt that he was useless countless times, and deep regrets and powerless emotions kept coming to his heart, like a wave of unrest, but no matter what time the regret came, it was not as strong as this time.

Mo Yinglan's mental state was obviously not right, but he still lost him, what would happen to Mo Yinglan if something happened to him.

Deng Zepan's back was soaked with cold sweat, and cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead. If Mo Yinglan had an accident, how should he explain to Mr. Yang.

But the more urgent the more useless, Deng Zebao tossed back and forth several times in the vicinity, but he still couldn't find the way out, and instead spent a lot of energy.

He was silent for a long time before he had to admit in despair that he really couldn't get out and could only passively wait for someone to come to rescue him. trouble.

A deep sense of powerlessness lingered in my heart, becoming a lingering nightmare.

There was a soft puff, but Deng Zepan felt as if his heart was shaken, the scenery in front of him was becoming distorted, and the dazzling light radiated fiercely. Deng Zepan's eyes were filled with tears, and he chose to close his eyes only after he couldn't bear it anymore.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Mo Yinglan standing in front of him with his mouth pursed, holding a yellow talisman in one hand. All the symbols drawn with red cinnabar on the talisman paper had disappeared, leaving only the last A few tints.

When Deng Zepan moved his gaze to himself again, he immediately noticed something was wrong, the corner of his white shirt was stained with blood at some point.

The bloodstains were new and old, the new ones looked as if they had just been splashed, while the old ones had already weathered into brown intermittent marks, dry and mottled marks.

Moreover, the direction and angle of these blood splatters also looked very special. Deng Zebao first raised his head and asked, "Xiao Zhu, how are you? What happened?"

Mo Yinglan pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "It's very cunning, but I managed to catch it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, holding a shoe in his hand, a red high-heeled shoe.

Deng Zepan took a closer look and found that this high-heeled shoe was for his right foot. The red paint on the upper and the heel had been scratched off, and the slender heel was also broken off. A fierce fight.

Deng Zepan vaguely saw a few dark brown marks on the worn-out shoes, and thought of the blood stains on his shirt, he immediately reacted.

The trend and shape of the bloodstains are almost the same, they must be of the same type, Deng Zebao opened his eyes wide: "So it wants to hijack me and force you to stop?"

Mo Yinglan nodded lightly, her expression still didn't change much, she obviously felt that this was just a trivial matter that wasn't worth mentioning.

However, he doesn't care, which doesn't mean that Deng Zebao doesn't care either, he has always hated his own powerlessness, now it seems that he will only make a mess of things, and can't help at all.

"Go back."

Deng Zepan turned his head and looked back with difficulty, and it didn't take too long, but he felt that the days were like years.

Mo Yinglan walked slowly, stepping hard step by step, Deng Zesi's pupils constricted.

he got hurt.

After closing the car door, Deng Zepan opened the car silently, drove silently, stared at the front all the way, and said nothing from the beginning to the end.

"This woman probably encountered a situation similar to mine, but she was more unlucky than me and died directly..."

When the car was turning slowly, Mo Yinglan suddenly explained.