Every world I die young

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask directly. He could only stand behind Mo Yinglan silently and look at him.

Mo Yingli was in a daze for a long time before turning her head calmly, "Thank you for the information, Your Highness Yasi, I will go back to the temple to rest first, and come to the temple to find me tomorrow."

"Yes."

Yas exited the temple respectfully and took away the attendants who came with him. The first thing Mo Yinglan did after returning to the bedroom was to take out the mirror.

Then he saw a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes in the mirror, and Mo Yinglan couldn't help but gasp, because he was so handsome.

The facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and the eyes are as beautiful as emeralds, full of wisdom, and slightly lowered, making people feel sacred and inviolable.

Like a holy angel, her long golden hair was dazzling, Mo Yinglan sat by the bed, and slowly took off the hair crown inlaid with gemstones, her golden hair fell down like a waterfall, covering the whole big bed in an instant .

Mo Yinglan raised his hand, his fingers were slender and fair, with well-defined joints, they were more perfect than any world he had traveled through before, and any original owner he had possessed.

Mo Yinglan searched in her heart, and found that only when she traveled to the cultivation world and became Taoist Xuanyang, could his appearance be comparable to this moment.

But Taoist Xuanyang's appearance is handsome, but he is not as exquisite as Lotir, he is more upright and awe-inspiring, while Lottier is extremely handsome.

Mo Yinglan unconsciously admired her appearance, and was not in a hurry for the task.

When Ya Si came to visit the next day when he was fully dressed, Mo Yinglan hadn't realized it yet. He had casually said that he would come at a time, but forgot that it was five or six o'clock in the morning.

Mo Yinglan endured the anger of getting up, and struggled to get up from the comfortable bed.

While waiting for the maid to help him dress and wash, he suppressed the irritability in his heart. If he knew it, he would have said it later. Anyway, he is the Son of God. He has nothing to do except chant scriptures and sing praises to the God of Light all day long. It needs to be done.

Why did he torment himself.

Really, I should have said it later if I knew it earlier.

It was a waste of time to put on Shengzi's clothes, and it had been more than half an hour by the time Mo Yinglan got dressed.

Mo Yinglan stroked her long hair, which was softer than satin, and said calmly, "Please come in, Your Highness Yas."

The maid said in embarrassment: "But Your Royal Highness, you haven't tied your hair yet..."

Mo Yinglan raised her head coldly, "What, my words don't work?"

The maid immediately knelt down on her knees and kowtowed heavily, "Your Highness, forgive me, this is not what I mean."

Mo Yinglan raised her hand to stop her, the maid hurriedly stood up from the ground and exited the bedroom respectfully, the expression on Mo Yinglan's face didn't fluctuate much.

Although the maid's reaction was too exaggerated, Mo Yinglan's expression remained unchanged, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

He had traveled through the ancient planes before, but no matter how strict the feudal system was, it would not treat maids as slaves at all, and it was still a bit humane.

But in this world, they don't regard themselves as human beings, and even take pride in serving the priests of the temple.

This kind of psychology is distorted and abnormal. Is this an empire ruled by theocracy?

Yas followed the maid and walked in. He kept his head down all the way, not daring to look around, for fear of polluting the bedroom.