Every world I die young

There was no reason for this anger. By the time Oss reacted, Yas, the prince of the Wright Empire, had disappeared into ashes.

Except for this robe and the relics in the palace, there is nothing left in the world. No one could have imagined his death so suddenly, even Oss himself.

Oss silently raised his hand and took a look. He didn't know how many years he hadn't been so angry.

This kind of emotion, like a sudden torrent, rushed past with an irresistible momentum. After the torrent passed, there was no trace left except for the ruins of the ground.

Oss hugged the unconscious Mo Yinglan in his arms, looked down at this handsome son, his heart was slightly touched, it was insignificant, but the lingering sound lingered.

Mo Yinglan's appearance is very handsome, but who is Aussie, he is a god, one of the two supreme beings in the God Realm back then.

It's not that Oss has never seen someone more beautiful than Mo Yinglan, but his heart is only moved by this beautiful young man.

There was a murderous intent in Aussie's heart, and any existence beyond his expected range must be obliterated!

He was so powerful that he easily supported Mo Yinglan in his arms with one hand.

He stretched out his other hand, and slowly placed his index finger on Mo Yinglan's forehead. As long as he exerted a little force, this beautiful person would immediately die, and there was absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

Mo Yinglan in her arms suddenly frowned, with a tear hanging on her eyelashes, trembling slightly.

The thin lips parted slightly, and broken words spilled from the throat.

"Lu, Lu..."

Aussie's eyes flickered, and his fingers were fixed on the smooth forehead without moving.

He could vaguely tell what Mo Yinglan was talking about, but it was a single syllable word, no matter how well-informed and knowledgeable he was, he couldn't tell what Mo Yinglan was talking about.

The reason for this is that the language of this world is like that kind of awkward Latin, a single syllable cannot be connected with any word at all.

What Mo Yinglan heard and said, in fact, each world is Mandarin in his original world, it's just translated by the system.

No matter what the people in the task world said, they heard Mandarin in Mo Yinglan's ears.

In contrast, Mo Yinglan speaks Mandarin, but when she hears it in the ears of the characters in the mission world, it will automatically be converted into the native language of their world, and Mo Yinglan's mouth movements will be converted and translated by the system. Next, it will also automatically align with the local language.

It's just a simple language barrier problem. If the system can't solve this kind of small problem, then Mo Yinglan really has to doubt what use this system is.

For a mission world, the language barrier is a serious problem, but for a system that can travel through worlds, this is just a very simple problem.

Depending on the level you stand at, the problems you encounter are naturally different in their eyes.

Mo Yinglan was already sweating profusely, as if she was having a nightmare.

But in fact, he has already fallen into that period of memories that he is unwilling to recall no matter what, and has exhausted all his emotions.

This memory, since then, has been resolutely buried by Mo Yinglan in the deepest part of her heart, in the place where the sun is least visible.

Let the roots rot, let the soil be polluted, but still firm, still indifferent.