Every world I die young

The system checked the blackening value with trepidation, and the scarlet blackening value of 97 points immediately made it want to cry even more. As long as the blackening value is higher than or equal to 95 points, it will change from the original black to red, which means Highly dangerous level one alarm, which must be lowered as soon as possible, otherwise the host's life will be in danger at any time.

The system cried out in tears [Host, are you crazy?Obviously, he will be able to fill up his favorability points in no time. 】

That's wrong, system, you don't understand human beings, I'm his old enemy, the little emperor will only like me at most, but it's impossible to fall in love with me.

This is a strategy, you don't understand.

[Is there a difference? !You are trying to die, the second main mission is just for you to save Mu Jiayan, but you didn't let him hypnotize him to make him lose his memory!It’s all right now, it’s dead, it’s dead...]

Heh, system, you are still too naive. I, your host, have made perfect preparations, and I will never be killed by the little emperor in advance.

[Really, really?Don't lie to me. 】

Mo Yinglan comforted it with a smile, of course it is true, we are bound together, we share weal and woe, of course I will think of you.

[That's true, if something goes wrong with me, you will definitely have no good fruit to eat. 】

The comforted system went offline after crying.

Mo Yinglan suppressed the smile in her eyes, her deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss, it seems that if the mission fails a lot, the system will die, well, it should be destroyed, but by some force What about destruction?main system?Mastermind?Lord God?Or... the way of heaven?

I don't know what I guessed, the smile on the corner of Mo Yinglan's mouth gradually widened, it's great, if I can see him again, it will be even better...

The imperial doctor entered the bedroom and dutifully took Mo Yinglan's pulse. After a long time, the imperial doctor said with difficulty: "Master Huo, you have suffered a serious lung injury. From now on, you will often cough up blood at night, and the pain is unbearable. The leg bone is broken, I'm afraid it's..."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up again in the future?"

Mo Yinglan added sarcastically, with an indifferent expression, as if the person who was seriously injured was not herself.

"By the way, how long can I linger?"

The imperial doctor lowered his head deeply, "As long as my lord can rest well, it will not be a problem to live another five years."

"That's it...you can go back to the palace and leave the prescription behind."

For seven days in a row, Mo Yinglan asked for leave and refused to go to court on the grounds of recuperation. Mu Jiayan, who was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent, couldn't bear it anymore, and directly issued an ultimatum, forcing Mo Yinglan to enter the palace to see him the next day.

The craftsmen in the prime minister's mansion burned night and fought until Yinshi, before they managed to make a basically usable wooden wheelchair.

Before dawn the next day, Mo Yinglan sat silently in a wheelchair covered with thick futons. He seemed to be very afraid of the cold. He wrapped himself up in a thick winter coat, a scarf, and A thick mink blanket was draped over the legs.

The boy pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the palace with difficulty. Mo Yinglan was very uncomfortable, and her already pale face became even more ugly.

In the middle of the Meridian Gate, a bright yellow shadow stood silently, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

"Your Majesty! My minister, cough cough..."

After seeing Mu Jiayan's figure from a distance, Mo Yinglan opened her mouth in surprise, but before she could finish her sentence, she couldn't help coughing.

Mu Jiayan watched coldly as his cough gradually became more severe, and his face flushed.

"Oh, it's really hard work for Ai Qing to perform so seriously."

Mo Yinglan raised his head violently, and the sarcasm in Mu Jiayan's eyes appeared clearly in his eyes. He blinked quickly, suppressing the pain in his chest, and said hoarsely: "Your Majesty, do you think that this humble minister Are you pretending to be sick?"

"Isn't it?" Mu Jiayan asked with an exaggerated expression, "Master Prime Minister?"

Mo Yinglan pursed her lips, but looked up at him without saying a word.

Mu Jiayan's heart full of resentment and hostility suddenly missed a beat, and a emptiness suddenly appeared. Mu Jiayan instinctively loathed this feeling, and he subconsciously attributed this loathing to Mo Yinglan.

"Master Prime Minister, since you are a subject, why are you not polite when you see me?"

Mo Yinglan bit her lower lip tightly, her long eyelashes were flickering, covering up the emotions in her eyes, Mu Jiayan could clearly see that those two-way arrogant and even conceited eyes were a little moist at the moment, and the light in them was blurred. Clear, he's a little confused...