Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2883 Start by step: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family has been in love (27)

The young prince leaned on the sandalwood chair. He was not willing to raise his eyes until he finished reviewing the last document. He glanced at the current picture very calmly. His eyes were surprisingly light, clearly containing no emotions, but unreasonable. A chill is rising.

   "Heh." He uttered a very short and pleasant syllable, and left the brush on the table at will, slowly saying, "On the seventh day, you go out."

  Looking at it on the seventh day of the day, he walked out without saying a word.

  Mo Liyan and Ran Bai are left in the study at this moment.

The young prince was still leaning on the chair, with a lazy sense of indifference. At this moment, he supported his lower jaw with one hand and raised his deep eyes. He looked at the white dye from top to bottom, as if looking at a cold corpse. Look like that.

  He slightly looked up at the girl who was standing there, but his temperament was as indifferent and expensive as ever, giving people a sense of condescending and condescending.

   Ranbai met his gaze, and smoothed the sleeves of the snow-white shirt with one hand.

  Two people face each other.

  After a while,

Mo Liyan seemed to have a low smile, a little casual and indifferent. He didn't take everything in front of him seriously. It was like being scratched by a pet picked up by the roadside. It didn't matter. One day, you will have a temper."

  When he said this, he was smiling, but there was no warmth in the depths of his eyes. On the contrary, it was calm and chilling.

   Dyeing white face and expressionless: "Don't dare to be."

  "Don't dare to be?" Mo Liyan repeated three words, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly sneered, "If you dare not be, can you be here now?"

  "Who gave you the courage to trespass into the study room." Mo Liyan asked her, with a slight ending, seven points cold, three points as dangerous as an abyss: "Huh?"

   "King Jin doesn't see me, so he has to think of something and use some means." Dye Bai didn't fear at all, but just replied with a low voice.

  Mo Liyan chuckled coldly, lightly, seemingly interested: "Then you are looking for this king, what are you going to do?"

  The girl’s eyes waved indifferently, she walked forward, and put the untouched rose pastry on the desk of the study, which she bought from the shop.

  Looking at the things on the desktop, Mo Liyan frowned slightly, and said, "What is this?"

   "I said I wanted it personally before, so soon King Jin forgot it?" Ran Bai leaned on the table sideways, speaking without any rules.

Oh.

  Mo Liyan remembered.

   is the rose pastry that was mentioned casually for the purpose of discoloring and dyeing white.

  He blinked his eyes very gently, feeling a bit funny and a little disbelief. He raised his eyebrows wickedly, and asked her groaningly, "You're looking for this king, just for this?"

  Yanbai asked: "Otherwise?"

Mo Liyan was quiet for a while, he straightened up suddenly, got up from the seat, slowly and gracefully detoured to the other side of the table, and finally stood in front of the girl, with the light and shadow of the lamp, his eyes turned away Ran Bai turned around, thoughtfully.

  Mo Liyan suddenly couldn't understand dyed white.

He casually flipped through the papers shelved in the corner of the table, and suddenly made an unexpected move. The young prince held the table with one hand, and his slender fingers were pressed against the table with a pure black table set against it. The complexion is fair, intertwined with a cold sense of abstinence.

  Mo Liyan was in that position, leaning over, trapping the girl in front of the table, and leaning closer, the clean and good smell of light scent also lingered around her, a kind of bewitching.

  Strong and aggressive.

  He stared at Dye Bai carefully, as if thinking about what it was. After two or three seconds, he smiled and said, "This king always feels that you are quite smart."

With her back leaning on the table, she seemed to be vaguely aware of something, her eyes were light and cold, she didn't say a word, she didn't spit out anything, she just looked at Mo Liyan indifferently, and asked softly: "Then Woolen cloth?"

Mo Liyan seemed a little puzzled. He glanced indifferently and boredly at the rose cake that was placed next to him. The sweet smell in the air made his mood a bit unpleasant, but the cedar scent on the person in front of him But it smelled very good, which slightly eased his impatience.

The man lowered his eyes, the long eyelashes were a little too long, his slender fingers lifted up, and the fingertips lightly brushed the girl’s cheeks, as if rubbing a piece of exquisite fine porcelain exhibits, without emotion, voice temperature Wei Liang: "When would you do such a stupid thing?"

madness.

  In Mo Liyan's view,

  The act of dyeing white is just to give a rose cake, it can only be called these two words, there is no way to describe it in other words.

and,

Meaningless.

Mo Liyan also seemed to be impatient, and withdrew his hand uninterestedly, withdrew back calmly and indifferently, and sat back on the red sandalwood chair seat again, with a low tone of voice: "Don't talk about this. You broke into the study without permission. How to calculate it?"

  It seems,

  Mo Liyan didn't mean to just let it go.

Ran Bai has always been very calm. She feels that she is also calm enough. After waiting for a day outside the study, she kicked open the door of the study, and now she stood up calmly, still maintaining her rational voice. Wen Mo Li Yan.

   "How does King Jin want to count?"

Mo Liyan seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and he seriously thought about how to punish dyeing white, but he didn't come up with a good idea. The long, sharp eyes were not warm and cold, and finally said thinly: "Be owed."

  Mo Liyan looked at her, and didn't care about the rose cake that was there. His gaze slipped off the girl's pale and delicate facial features, and he looked at her aggressively, with a kind of cold indifference.

  At last he looked back, his thin lips lightly opened, and his voice couldn't hear the emotions: "Who have you seen today?"

   "There are so many people along the way, which one do you say?"

  Mo Liyan clicked on his fingertips, a little casually indifferent, "Yes."

He didn’t say anything about Wei Ping’s life. He didn’t mention a word. He looked at the girl standing there with deep inquiries, as if he was measuring something, as if looking at the value of a cold object, not containing temperature, no Yun feelings.

  Finally, the thin lips lightly evoked a dangerous and random arc: "It seems that you have a good skill."

   "King Jin has won the prize, so it’s just so-so."

   "This king does not feel that those tortures will not abolish your martial arts." Mo Liyan said quietly, "Since you can still do this now, it represents your strength."

  The original master’s martial arts was indeed abolished,

  Now it's just a means to dye oneself white.

  But she did not intend to say.

  "The rose cake is here for you." The girl knocked on the tabletop, "If King Jin has nothing else, I have brought things, then go first."

  Mo Liyan will issue an expulsion order even if he doesn’t say anything about it.

  Mo Liyan was the only one left in the study.

  He flipped through the files as usual, looking attentively, as if looking for something, and pulled one after another from the shelf.

  (End of this chapter)