Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2922 Start by step by step: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (66)

  Late night.

  Outside the window, there was wind, sword and rain, and thunder was rolling.

  The dagger in the window is cold, and the condensation is depressed.

  The rain was mixed with the violent gust of wind beating the windows, the blue light in the room was shining on the wall, the light was dim, and there was no warmth.

   There was another "Boom——!" Thunder exploded, hitting the eardrum unexpectedly, as if hitting the bottom of my heart, with a palpable sound.

  Faced with the current situation like this,

  Mo Liyan didn’t have any panic at all, leaning indifferently and calmly, watching the whitening movement, a mocking arc swept across his lips, “Why, want to kill this king?”

  This is from the past,

  He insulted her so much, she wanted to avenge him.

  It's a natural thing.

  The young prince even talked about matters related to his life and death with a calm appearance, with a sense of arrogance and arrogance.

  Even if he is controlled by others, that cold-blooded body is not reduced by half.

   "I won't kill you." The silver light of the dagger flickered in the girl's eyes. She gave such an answer with a faint smile, without any cover-up or annoyance, "I've said it all, I'll give you a gift."

Ran Bai held a dagger in one hand, and the other hand supported the young prince. She leaned over and approached the past. The distance between the two gradually shortened. She looked condescendingly at Xuan Yi's indifferent figure and the pair. Deep and sharp eyes met.

  After a while,

  She used a dagger to pick open the neckline of the man's ice thick black clothes in a very slow manner, revealing a small piece of white skin, with a looming clavicle line.

  Yan Bai watched quietly, her hands kept moving, indifferently and elegantly using a dagger to open the coat and fading to the side of the shoulder, and the neat dagger cut the button of the snow-white coat.

Mo Liyan's expression was shrouded in the shadows, staring at the girl above with gloomy eyes, and his fingers with distinct slender joints hanging on his side tried to exert force. Even the knuckles spread out with a terrifying whiteness, but it was still difficult. Control power.

  There is no strength at all.

but,

What    Ranbai did at this moment has completely touched Mo Liyan's bottom line.

   "Ling Bai." Mo Liyan's voice poured out thousands of miles of chill, faintly revealing the sorrow, ruthless and indifferent, and with the unique dignity of the superior, "Don't force this king to kill you."

  If she really dares to do anything to him today,

   can't take half a step out of Jin Palace.

   "It's okay." Ranbai said softly to him indifferently, "King Jin will kill if he wants to."

  "Are you threatening me now, are you afraid?" The girl tilted her eyes down, her eyebrows were crooked, and she felt cold and pathologically happy, although she did not discern the panic from Mo Liyan's expression.

  Mo Liyan: "Heh."

  Ranbai did not speak any more, only tore through Mo Liyan's clothes with a dagger, half-fading on his shoulders, revealing all the clavicles of the young prince's shoulders.

  He was born good-looking, full of elegance, perfection in all, and a natural artwork.

  The thick black clothes contrasted with his fair and clear complexion, and there was a cold ascetic feeling and a bewitching beauty.

  The line of the collarbone is clear, delicate and charming, extending on both sides of the shoulders, the shoulder line is cold and beautiful.

  The skin is exposed to the air, it has a slightly cool touch, and the muscles and bones shudder.

Mo Liyan squinted his eyes a little, his eyes were somber and cold and terrifying. He tried to move again and again, and there was a sharp tingling sensation hitting the meridians, causing colic in the internal organs, but he had no scruples, nothing. Just like this, the consciousness that is stubborn.

   "Don't bother, I can't solve it." Tian Bai looked at this scene calmly, and Bai Xi's fingertips wiped the blood that overflowed from the corners of the prince's lips, "Why bother."

   "So?" Mo Liyan looked at her sarcastically, coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Whitening paused for a while, and the force holding the dagger trembled fiercely because of the spread of the poisonous poison. The tearing colic made blood and bones crack. She barely swallowed the throat that almost poured out of her throat. Blood, knowing that he really didn't have much time, just lowered his eyes, his pale lips fell on Mo Liyan's collarbone, and he kissed softly.

  The cold breath and strange touch made Mo Liyan's eyes, in addition to the cold and wickedness, a bit more unconcealed disgust.

   "It may be a little painful, but it's okay, you can bear it, and it will be well soon." She murmured, holding the dagger continuously tightening, and her palms turned deep red.

  Mo Liyan quickly understood what he wanted to do with a dagger in the middle of the night to drug him and break into his palace.

  The cold rain knocked on the window in the middle of the night, the storm was overwhelming, and the sky was overwhelming, crackling against the window, beating the world mercilessly.

  The blade of the dagger is unparalleled sharp, gleaming with penetrating silver light, and can kill people in the blink of an eye. It reflected in Mo Liyan's eyes, dazzling countless sharp and broken pieces of light.

Then,

  Ranbai took the dagger, and the tip of the knife leaned against Mo Liyan's white and lingering collarbone, and successive blood beads ooze out because of the force.

She didn't care whether Mo Liyan hurts or not, nor did she care about Mo Liyan's life or death. She was just very focused and stubbornly holding the dagger and cutting it on the young prince's collarbone fiercely one after another, as if carving. Like a work of art, gentle and graceful indifference.

  The dagger cut through the flesh abruptly, close to the white bones, carving sharp and smooth strokes on the collarbone.

  The light is dim,

The severe pain was better than the overwhelming attack. The gurgling blood crazily rushed out from the surroundings of the dagger, a strong smell of blood permeated the air, and large swaths of blood flowed along the inked collarbone. A certain thrilling beauty appeared on the originally fair skin.

  The red blood stained the dagger, the girl's slender hands, and Mo Liyan's clothes.

Mo Liyan suddenly clenched his fingers hanging on his side, his knuckles stretched out terrifyingly because of the pain and exertion. His eyes were cold and cold, like a blade quenched with violent poison in the world, rolling almost The cold and gloomy that ruined the sky and the earth, every word spit out from between the lips and teeth, it was as if it was grazing the blade and seeing blood that could not hide the hostility: "Lingbai, you are looking for death!"

The whitening movement was smooth and smooth from beginning to end, even though the whole body was covered with **** pain, but she could still endure it, pale and stubborn with her side face, locked in the picture she had carved. Holding the dagger, he scribbled without a pause.

  For every dollar,

   Carved into the flesh.

   A piercing pain.

finally,

finished.

  There is a very deep mark on the clavicle of the left shoulder of the young prince.

   is a font that is engraved with a dagger abruptly.

White.

   is an existence that will never be erased.

   Dye Bai half-bows on Mo Liyan, the shadows in his eyes are dazzling, and the black mist lingers, like the most unfathomable vortex.

She was very satisfied with her work, her expression was extreme and pathologically happy, laughter overflowed low, and even softly kissed the **** characters carved out of her life's obsessions. The **** lips pressed against Mo Liyan's ears, and his voice was quiet, "King Jin will spend the rest of his life with this brand."

  (End of this chapter)