Every world I die young

He didn't need to mind at all, after all, Mo Yinglan looked up at Shangguan Ce who was frowning, after all, his task was about to be completed.

In the distance, Deng Zebao, or it should be said that the young man in black robe suddenly raised his head high, and then opened his eyes wide, bloodshot appeared on the white of the eyes, and the dark pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was enduring great pain.

On the fair face, there were also several black marks like earthworms, which spread along the blood vessels of the neck, and then quickly climbed up to the temples of the forehead.

Like a living poisonous snake, biting that small piece of skin, and then greedily burrowing into it, the venom penetrated into the brain, and the only trace of consciousness left was completely gone.

The young man in black looked down at his brand new healthy body in satisfaction, then raised his hands nervously to caress the smooth skin of his face.

The young man in black said slowly: "Your Majesty, Brother Huang, Shangguan Ce, do you know how much I paid to survive back then, not only this face, but also a heart, a life, you Knowing who I am talking about, the person he met back then was me, but he mistook you for you, otherwise, why do you think he is so tolerant of you, allowing you to push yourself forward until you decide for life in private, I should be glad, Bei What really caused Rong Guo to perish, hahaha."

Mo Yinglan's eyes lighted up slightly, and she felt that the heart of gossip was burning in her chest. I really didn't expect that these two people were not only enemies, but also rivals in love. This is really... interesting.

Suddenly, he wanted to see with his own eyes how the former national master's apprentice, Yang Juan, captured the hearts of these two favored sons of heaven, but he didn't know it himself.

This method, compared with his own, is no different.

Mo Yinglan slowly raised her hand and placed it on her heart, feeling the lively beating force under her palm.

He could feel that there was a vague thread linking the so-called past and present reincarnations.

He felt that in the future, he would have the opportunity to see the previous life of the original owner he possessed, Yang Xiuzhu, and the entangled lives of the two in front of him.

Everything has a definite number in the dark, maybe this opportunity will come soon.

Shangguan Ce interrupted him indifferently: "Shut up."

The young man in black looked at him coldly, and the emotions in his eyes were completely frozen. He stood there quietly, lifeless, more like a dead thing than a dead thing.

Mo Yinglan raised her hand suddenly, and pushed Shangguan Ce away forcefully. Shangguan Ce's attention was all on the young man in black robe, and he really broke free without checking for a while.

Mo Yinglan pursed her lips, holding a spell that continuously radiated golden light in her hand, and walked quickly towards the direction of the black-robed youth.

"What are you doing? Come back!" Shangguan Ce's face changed drastically, and he could no longer keep calm. He roared furiously, "Stop!"

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +1, and the current favorability value is 96 points. 】

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +2, and the current favorability value is 98 points. 】

Two consecutive favorable impression value reminders sounded in his mind, which was enough to show how shocked Shangguan Ce was at the moment.

His ghost pupils were filled with rage, his eyes were about to burst, and he stared fixedly at Mo Yinglan, as if if he took a step forward, he would burst into flames immediately.

Mo Yinglan turned her back to him, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. Men are cheap. When he was living a good life, he didn't cherish it. He insisted on reviving his first love.

Mo Yinglan clenched her fists tightly, and didn't respond to Shangguan's policies, her back was desperate.

Shangguan Ce's mind was shocked, and he seemed to understand what Mo Yinglan wanted to do in a trance. He wanted to save his best friend who was possessed, even if the price was his own life.

Just like back then, the handsome and timeless young man with a tall and straight figure like a green bamboo would rather give his own life and rush into the chaos army like a moth to a flame, but also wanted to rescue his adoptive father who was surrounded by groups, and his own teacher Mentor, the one who wholeheartedly regards him as a tool to maintain power, the master of the national teacher who is under one person and above ten thousand.

However, Shangguan Ce seemed to feel that time had stood still, his eyes were in a trance, and his ears were constantly buzzing.

The voices of Jin Ge and Iron Horse were chaotic and chaotic, scrambling to squeeze into the brain.

Across the ghostly shadows, he seemed to see the Golden Luan Hall, amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses, the high-ranking national teacher was pressed down by several blood-stained red-tasseled spears, his body was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and he was forced to kneel on the ground.

He vaguely remembered that the person he cared about, that frail and thin young man, his eyes immediately turned red when he saw this scene. He roared and pulled out an iron sword. Holding both hands, he rushed into the rebels with playful eyes without hesitation.

The rebels are all experienced soldiers, who fought a bloody road from the frontier all the way, and broke through the imperial city. Everyone's hands are stained with blood.

The ending is predestined, there will be no miracles, and now, there will still be no miracles.

Shangguan Ce's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only see a figure standing obediently on his face. It seemed that they were the only two left in the world. No matter how many feelings he had buried in his heart, he could see nothing. Tell them all, and there will be no more obstacles between them.

The white mist on the figure's face dissipated, and Shangguan looked at him firmly, feeling that it was expected, but it was also expected.

This person is Mo Yinglan, not Yang Juan, but the person in front of him, not the obsession in his heart, not the person he was back then.

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +1, and the current favorability value is 99 points. 】

Mo Yinglan raised her head, and gently placed a long, white hand on her chest, her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

Looking at this familiar face, Mo Yinglan froze for a moment, then subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, "Brother Deng, can you hear me? I will save you, I will definitely save you."

But now, when he was about to die, he regretted it. He suddenly came to his senses and recognized his own heart. Mo Yinglan also sneered in his heart, and he deserved to regret it for the rest of his life.

Mo Yinglan opened her mouth, wanting to continue to say something, but blood gushed out of her mouth, and the smell of blood permeated the entire mouth, and even had the illusion of penetrating into the soul.

Thick blood appeared in front of his eyes, and Deng Zesi's figure was blurred.

Mo Yinglan turned her head bluntly, and looked at Shangguan Ce who was stunned and stiff, and he seemed to have finally come to his senses.

Slowly opened his lips, regardless of the continuous flow of blood, which wetted his entire chest.

He couldn't speak anymore, he just moved his lips with difficulty.

Shangguan Ce recognized his lips, he said.

"Farewell, I'm not someone's substitute."

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +1, and the current favorability value is 100 points. 】

Shangguan Ce numbly and slowly knelt down on the ground, he raised his head in confusion, watching him dying.

The young man in black carelessly pulled out his hand on his chest, and shook off the blood on his white hand, and the blood dropped an arc in the air.

His gaze fell on the corpse that fell limply on the ground after losing support, and saw his eyes closed tightly, lying in a pool of blood, even his soft hair was soaked in blood all over the floor.

"So you knew it all along."

"You are not someone's substitute. The person I love is you. I woke up too late."