Every world I die young

"Yes!" An Yi bit the bullet and agreed.Then he walked away quickly.

Mu Jiayan knelt on the ground, the long hem of his clothes was covered with dust, he only felt a dull pain between his brows again.

The sun above his head was glaring, and Mu Jiayan felt a little dazzled, so he raised his sleeves to cover it, and a shadow fell.

Mu Jiayan's eyes instantly blurred. A long time ago, when we met him for the first time, Mu Jiayan and Empress Dowager Chen lived together in Minggui Palace.

On that day, unlike the blue sky and blue sky like now, Mu Jiayan hid behind the rockery and ate steamed buns secretly, intermittent fine and scattered light spots passed through the gaps and shone on his face.

The small gap can only allow a pair of eyes of the little boy to pass through, and he is like this, surviving in the dark gap, the bright light is close at hand, cast on the wet sleeves, warm It's very comfortable.

After a long time, Mu Jiayan began to feel uncomfortable, he could only hide in the corner and shiver, in the dark, but naively longing for light.

Originally, it would be best if there was no light outside, so that he would not long for it, but he saw it, felt it, touched it, so he fell in love with it, fell in love with it, and fell in love with it.

In the eyes of the young boy, there was pursuit and resentment, and all kinds of emotions were surging. He had a sallow face and a pair of red eyes.

With the sunshine, he hated his ambitious uncles, hated his damn life that fell into the mud, hated himself as cowardly and incompetent.

Just at this moment, a figure in a crimson court uniform suddenly came into view, he talked eloquently, and faced all kinds of difficulties from the emperor's grandfather, he coped with it very easily, like a fish in water.

The young man is the most energetic, he is like a mouse in the gutter, secretly peeping at the vigorous young man.

Grandpa Huang was speechless, the young prime minister tilted his head slightly with a smile on his face, a pair of beautiful eyes collided with his gaze unexpectedly.

His eyes widened in shock, and the young prime minister winked mischievously at him and smiled.

The young prime minister walked lightly to the front of the rockery, shielding him from the increasingly venomous sunlight, slipped his nimble and slender fingers into the gap, and handed him a particularly nice snack.

The dim sum looks very nice, take a bite, the sweet and greasy taste spreads in the mouth, I like it unexpectedly.

He cherished the small mouthfuls and finished eating. When he looked up, the young prime minister's temples were wet with sweat, and he swallowed subconsciously.

Later, the young prime minister would always bring him good things when he went in and out of the palace. There were all kinds of things. He liked it very much every time, and every time he became more greedy and wanted to get better next time.

But suddenly one day, he didn't come, he waited for a long time, he sat on a small rockery, waiting until the heavy rain poured down, until the dusk fell, and the sun rose.

Mu Jiayan raised his head and muttered to himself, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why haven't you come..."

So, he hated it, because he didn't come, heh, he is really a vicious and narrow-minded person.

Mu Jiayan slowly put down his sleeves, the scorching sun shone on his pale face, he still felt shivering from the cold.

Is it because he is so selfish that he doesn't deserve more.

So, is it still too late for him to change it now?

It's too late...

An Yi detoured around the twists and turns and almost ran all the way, and when he reached the door of the interrogation room, An Yi was almost out of breath.

But he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He took out the dark golden key and moved quickly in his hand.

There was a click, the sound of a heavy bolt being snapped open.

An Yi put away the key and pushed it, and the heavy prison door slowly opened. Before the joy in his eyes had time to emerge, a scream of extreme pain came out of the interrogation room.

Mo Yinglan, who was exhausted and panting heavily, tilted her head slightly, and saw a dark man dressed in black rushing in with a solemn expression.

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "System, your timing isn't calculated, right?"

An Yi mercilessly kicked Yunying away with a distorted face, half kneeling on the ground, trying to help Mo Yinglan up.

When Kankan's outstretched hand touched the scars all over his body, it stopped stiffly in mid-air.

Mo Yinglan raised her head to look at him, her long hair was wet with sweat and blood, and she was clinging together in embarrassment, her complexion was pale, the corners of her mouth and neck were covered with blood, her clothes were full of a strong smell of blood, and she was lying in a pool of blood with cuts and bruises all over her body.

A pair of delicate eyebrows and eyes are full of exhaustion and pain at the moment, and his brows are tightly furrowed, like an ancient artifact full of scars, with a shocking, dying, mutilated and sadistic beauty.

"cough--"

A splash of blood spilled from his mouth, An Yi suddenly woke up.

"Master?!"

How are you?