Every world I die young

His steps were heavy, his eyelids drooped, and he was obviously very tired, walking almost by instinct, staggering.

Darkness can always hide everything, especially in small alleys where no one cares about. The exhausted young man didn't want to say a word, his mind was dull, and when all the dust settled, there was even a gleam in his numb eyes. Not a trace of weirdness has surfaced yet.

The man stared at the cloud of black air on his face, and blinked his eyes in confusion. The black air seemed to have magical powers to attract his gaze, and the man just stared at the black air in a daze, motionless.

He didn't realize that his body was becoming more and more transparent. There was a familiar cold body lying under his feet. He just stared obsessively at the tumbling black air in front of him, as if seeing the god in his heart, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

There was a slight crisp sound of clicking, and it had already become blurred. The figure spread out in the treasure sky like water vapor about to dissipate at any time, and the dots of fluorescent light floated erratically, and were all sucked into the cloud of black air.

If you take a closer look, you will find that there is a trace of pure white in the black air.

The black air dissipated, and Shangguan Ce appeared expressionless in the dirty and messy dark alley, dressed in a black dragon robe, with a stern face, out of tune with everything around him.

His eyes fell on the ghost aura that had not completely dissipated in the future. The pure white aura had already occupied most of it, and most of it was covered by his original black ghost aura.

He remained silent and remained motionless, like a sculpture. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, looking at the blurred moon across the divided sky.

Come to think of it, it's almost the same.

Anyway, everything is coming to an end, or... just go back and have a look.

As soon as this thought came up, it swept across the whole heart like a spark engulfing a prairie fire.

Shangguan Ce stared blankly at the bright moon above the sky, the vicissitudes of life have changed over time, even the jade plate that was thought to be eternal is not the same as before, and he doesn't know if the silver glow that seems to be the same as before has changed.

Anyway, everything was coming to an end, Shangguan Ce slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the non-existent moonlight, his pale palm slowly opened and then tightened, only holding a piece of nothingness.

It's like when you desperately wanted to grab the power, but you were still greedy and wanted to grab the sweetheart who ran counter to your own ideas. After all, it was nothing.

Thoughts were flying, but the tall and slender body slowly disappeared in the tumbling of ghostly energy.

Along the way, Mo Yinglan couldn't help but want to speak to persuade Deng Zepan, but was always interrupted by him, half dragged and half dragged by Deng Zepan to a private club with beautiful scenery.

Mo Yinglan was sitting on the exquisite bench, his expression was a little uncomfortable, he practiced Taoism with the elders in his family, he lived in no fixed place for the past three years, came and went in a hurry, and never took care of his makeup carefully.

But now, his slovenly self suddenly reveals noble and elegant clubs everywhere, which is inappropriate no matter how he looks at it. He thinks that he may be more suitable for street stalls, where he casually eats hot pot, spicy hot pot and barbecue. This kind of life is normal.

But Deng Zebao is the big boss now, and in his capacity, it would be really inappropriate for him to accompany him in street stalls or something.

Thinking about it this way, I don't know when it started, it seems that the distance between the two people is getting farther and farther, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger. Deng Zepan will deliberately hide everything from him, and he doesn't want to mess Deng Zepan into his own world. Too dangerous.

That's why Mo Yinglan didn't feel too deeply about Deng Zesi's verbal love and affection.