Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan was silent for a while, and finally chose to give up. It was because in Ya Si's heart, his status was far higher than life, and the two of them were only suitable for my current way of getting along.

I want Yas to chat with me, unless Yas is crazy.

Moreover, it was not an easy task to support the light film under her feet, and Mo Yinglan could vaguely feel that her meridians were a little weak.

But Mo Yinglan didn't forget that he still has a pain shield on his body, so he asked casually: "System, how far can I block the pain sensation now?"

The system said [block 70%. 】

Seventy percent, that's close to three-quarters. He should not have noticed ordinary minor injuries, but Mo Yinglan naturally felt it, which proved that his consumption was already very high.

However, he didn't care about these. Anyway, no matter how much he consumed, he wouldn't feel deeply. At most, he felt that his body was weak and weak, which had little effect.

And Mo Yinglan wants to know one more thing, this is the seventh world he has experienced, the pain shielding has been superimposed to [-]%, if he has experienced the tenth world, will it be superimposed to [-]%?

That is equivalent to a complete loss of pain sensation, which is not a good thing for him.

Mo Yinglan narrowed her eyes and asked, "System, can this pain mask be turned off, or can I adjust the size freely?"

The system paused for a while before saying 【No. 】

It appears that everything is set.

But who set it up?

Who can have such a great ability to create a system that can travel through thousands of worlds.

But if the system is born by itself, then it's another matter.

Looking up is a dim, almost lightless existence, like a gloomy world that has fallen in a groggy state.

When his feet finally stepped on the ground, Mo Yinglan's face was as pale as paper, his fingers curled up weakly under the wide sleeves, he looked very tired.

Ya Si's eyes were full of heartache, he didn't care about anything, he took a step forward to hold Mo Yinglan's hand.

"His Royal Highness, you have worked hard, let's take a rest."

Mo Yinglan turned her head slightly, on her pale cheeks, the thick eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, her thin lips were tightly pressed, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks with beads of sweat.

It seemed that there was an extra bit of tired and morbid beauty.

Ya Si's heart seemed to be hit by a small hammer suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on Mo Yinglan's side face in a daze.

"What are you doing standing still?"

The calm and indifferent voice brought Yas back to his senses, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Mo Yinglan again.

His Royal Highness the Son of God is so beautiful. This face is so beautiful and flawless that anyone will be attracted to it.

Mo Yinglan showed her charm unabashedly, of course such a perfect face can't always be expressionless, otherwise it would be a waste.

His eyes moved slightly, and when he saw Yas shudder suddenly, there was no reaction in his eyes.

It's just that his body was getting closer and closer to Ya Si, Ya Si was a little panicked, Mo Yinglan was so close to him suddenly, he felt as if he had already smelled the warm and bright breath of Mo Yinglan from Mo Yinglan's body through his nostrils.

However, Yas felt cold, especially his limbs were cold, but the hand holding Mo Yinglan was extraordinarily warm.

A cunning flashed across Mo Yinglan's eyes.

None of this appears?It seems that his mission goal is very tolerable.