Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan resisted the discomfort in her earlobe, and said calmly: "Go, go, but I am very narcissistic and think that I am already very good, and I probably can complete the task without props..."

Before the words were finished, the dog system came back in a hurry [Host, host, I will shield you from the pain, although there are only a handful of 20%, isn't it better than nothing, ahaha...]

Hmph, fighting with the young master, everything, you are too immature.

[All...all? 】Surprised by Lei's coquettish outside and inside tender system, it's rare to get stuck.

Mo Yingli stopped talking to it, and concentrated on dealing with his task goal.

Mo Yinglan wanted to turn his head, but the little emperor behind him pushed him hard on the wheelchair, Mo Yinglan couldn't use his strength, so he froze in place.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing!"

The deep and depressed voice was terrifying, and Mu Jiayan sneered: "Are you afraid?"

Mo Yinglan suddenly fell silent, his eyes were very dark, but compared to the previously uninterested Yuyu look, he was a little more angry, and his pale and abnormal cheeks were flushed red.

Because of the angle, Mu Jiayan could only see a corner of pale pink, but he became strangely excited: "Since Aiqing is so afraid, then I will naturally help Aiqing overcome her fear..."

There was a hint of secret expectation in his voice, he couldn't hear it himself, but Mo Yinglan knew it clearly, his expression suddenly changed, he turned his head and stared at Mu Jiayan coldly.

A pair of phoenix eyes filled with resentment and dismissive contempt, which completely hurt Mu Jiayan, who was already in an extremely unstable mood.

Mu Jiayan blushed and lost control.

The young little emperor turned around, walked around to the front of the wheelchair step by step, turned Mo Yinglan's face to face him expressionlessly, and raised his chin.

A piercing sharp blade spit out from the mouth: "If you beg for mercy now, I can still take pity on you a little bit."

Mo Yinglan frowned, looked back coldly, and didn't give in at all: "If you want to kill or kill, you will do as you please."

Mu Jiayan's expression changed suddenly, he laughed softly, the indifferent laughter was intermittent, but soon spread throughout the empty and dark Minggui Palace, the wind was blowing.

Mo Yinglan's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze swept over the low dome of Minggui Palace with a guilty conscience, it should, it shouldn't be what he thought...

Mu Jiayan's gaze stabbed Mo Yinglan's face like a knife, and he raised his brows slightly, as a way of teasing and revenge: "What are you thinking? I've seen it a long time ago, huh, Ai Qing thinks , how will I do it?"

Mo Yinglan's face was pale and his body was weak, "Your Majesty, ridiculous!" Because of the bad guess in his heart, his tone was not very good, very aggressive and hoarse, "My minister, my minister is a man."

Mu Jiayan smiled lightly and said: "So you are nothing, but I still want to thank Aiqing for the three years of condescending companionship, so I know what you value most, and what is the most difficult to bear in your heart, My foundation was not stable before, and I have never made a move, but now."

He deliberately paused, admiring Mo Yinglan's gradually pale face with great interest, a distorted joy flashed through his heart, and left a trace of emptiness and panic in his silent heart, which was fleeting.

He put his lips next to Mo Yinglan's red, swollen and bleeding ears, and his tone was suddenly dark like a ghost: "But now, right here, I really want to destroy you right now, do you know?"

"Love—"

"..."

"Huo Yinsheng, Ah Sheng, I think..."

Outside the yellow-cyan window, the corner rafters spread out like a bird's wing. At the tip, a little Du Yu was panting violently, jumping up and down, and his cry was soft. The harrier is dark in color, the red-black beak is almost broken at the root, the dark brown wing feathers droop weakly, and scarlet spots on the root of the wing continue to wet the short hair on the body surface.

At the window sill, inside a tall bronze lamp with double fishes holding beads and colorful patterns, a solitary lamp swayed and jumped, and the huge shadows reflected on the wall twisted and swayed, and the figures slowly overlapped.

It was the cold season, and the immature and weak little Du Yu was crying blood helplessly, his slender paws were severely worn and his life was in danger due to the hard struggle of not yielding to fate.

The prime minister, who had always been arrogant and indifferent, had deep red bloodshot eyes in his sharp and indifferent eyes, and his almost dead voice sounded in despair: "Your Majesty..."

Little Du Yu stumbled, and with a wail, he fell from the high wing corner and fell into the dust and mud. The light-colored fluff was stained with blood and mud, and he looked ugly and lowly. It was just that after fighting for so long, he finally fell into the dust. The fate of the severance of breath is sad and deplorable.

Mu Jiayan looked down proudly, the young man's thin body... [Stop!Make up your own brain! 】