Every world I die young

But so many years have passed, and so many worlds have been experienced, even if Mo Yinglan died young in each world, she would not stay in each world for ten years at most, at least not even a year.

But when added up, it was almost equal to his short life full of falsehoods.

And in each world, although Mo Yinglan has never used the slightest sincerity, the high-intensity tasks are still very energy-consuming.

Mo Yinglan even thought for a while that she had forgotten everything from the beginning.

This world is just pure light and darkness, the two worlds are opposed to each other, and there are no other complicated forces.

Because of the lofty status of faith, and because of the battle of the gods at dusk, only the two kings of light and darkness survived and came to the continent of origin.

There is only light and darkness here, and no believers of any other kind of god exist.

This world is too simple, and Mo Yinglan subconsciously relaxes. Unexpectedly, when he relaxes, those memories penetrate into his brain everywhere.

Especially when her body was injured and fragile, Mo Yinglan really closed her consciousness in order to prevent Oss from realizing that she was still conscious, and completely fell into a coma.

Unlike other worlds, although unconscious, they still retain a sense of consciousness, and Lingtai is still awake to prevent accidents.

This is difficult for ordinary people, but it is easy for Mo Yinglan who has a very strong soul.

Just like when Yas made Mo Yinglan dizzy before, he was not actually unconscious.

If Oss wasn't fooled, he would do it himself, and in any case, he would lose himself to people outside the mission target, otherwise the mission would not be completed.

It is precisely because of falling into a coma in the true sense that Mo Yinglan's consciousness is extraordinarily fragile,

The memory buried in the deepest part of his heart finally found a chance, tearing off the seal like a ghost screaming, and rushing towards the unsuspecting Mo Yinglan.

In the dilapidated and low wooden house, the little Mo Yinglan raised her head helplessly. The boy in the white shirt lowered his head and smiled at him. He was even cleaner and more perfect than the brothers next door who were fabricated in those novels. flawless.

He slowly opened his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something, but his grandmother who was in poor health was lying on the bed and coughed heavily, interrupting him.

The young man spread his hands helplessly, tilted his head to look at Mo Yinglan, and then said with a smile: "Forget it, I'll go get grandma a bowl of hot water."

Before Mo Yinglan could speak, the boy ran away in a flash.

The memory stops here.

Mo Yinglan opened her eyes in confusion, not knowing why she dreamed of such a scene.

It's obviously not an important memory, but some trivial daily life, and it's not even as deep as the memory of the first meeting in his heart.

In the dream, what did he want to say?

"Little guy, what are you thinking about so preoccupied?"

Oss's magnetic voice is like an elegant cello, and every note hits the most sensitive part of the apex of the heart.

Mo Yinglan's eyes were in a trance for a moment. When he raised his head, he inexplicably felt that this man with deep and three-dimensional features was somewhat similar to the boy in the white shirt in his dream.