Every world I die young

Duan Xiaobei's eyes became more and more cold as he looked at Chen Yu.

Just as he was about to speak, the center of the stage suddenly collapsed downwards. Mo Yinglan was just standing on the left side of the center at the moment, and did not sink immediately.

With a fierce expression on his face, he quickly ran to the left corner, but the costume on his body was too heavy, blocking his pace.

Duan Xiaobei turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw the thin young man staggering under his feet, about to fall into the deep pit.

Duan Xiaobei's eyes trembled violently, his face lost all color, his thin lips kept trembling, as if he had seen something terrible.

Old man Duan had never seen his stable eldest son show such a mood. He squinted his eyes and looked down at the young man who was struggling to survive on the stage.

This person seemed a little different from when he first heard him sing.

Old Man Duan's eyes were vicious, and he immediately saw the difference between Mo Yinglan and the original owner, Xia She.

But how can he see through Mo Yinglan's ability to pretend.

Old Man Duan just vaguely felt that he was a little different in the past, but there was no need to think too much about it, after all, it is impossible for a person to remain the same forever.

Mo Yinglan frowned. Although he had sneaked into the Chen family with a different identity, it was impossible for him to be so cruel to him.

Mo Yinglan couldn't feel the pain, but he could still feel the mental exhaustion.

Does he have to make trouble with himself when he has nothing to do?

But the beads of sweat on his forehead told him easily that there was still a lot of gunpowder buried under the deep pit that was blown out in the center of the stage.

The heat wave was rolling in, and Mo Yinglan was tightly wrapped, and in the blink of an eye, he was sweating profusely.

Mo Yinglan stretched out a red tip of her tongue, and gently licked her chapped and bleeding lips.

Mission is about to fail.

He has only one thought in his mind now.

Mo Yinglan is just an ordinary person now, without any supernatural ability to protect herself.

The probability of surviving such close contact with explosives is extremely low.

Moreover, Duan Xiaobei's favorability value is only 15 points.

The light and shadow in Mo Yinglan's eyes flickered, even if he recovered his memory immediately, it might be too late.

Unless, unless he can survive this premeditated explosion.

But this probability is undoubtedly lower.

After all, this world is in an era of war and strife. No matter how powerful Duan Xiaobei is, the turbulent situation is doomed to a shortage of medicines and doctors.

The possibility of surviving was almost zero, and Mo Yinglan's dark pupils were quickly filled with orange.

"Do not--"

Duan Xiaobei's eyes were about to burst, his eyes were full of pain, and his complexion was distorted by the pain.

But he couldn't move an inch, and four or five strong men behind him held down his limbs and waist tightly.

Duan Xiaobei couldn't use his strength, so he could only half kneel on the ground under the pressure.

Old Man Duan tapped his pipe lightly on the pear wood table, and his tone was as calm as water, "Press and hold Eldest Young Master, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing the old man's words, Duan Xiaobei's tone was extremely gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, "Let me go, you can still save your life."

This is blatantly against the old man.

Old Man Duan's face was extremely ugly, and he stared coldly at the strong men.

The foreheads of several strong men were covered with cold sweat, and the muscles in their arms were trembling with fear.

After struggling several times, he still dare not let go in the end.