Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2926 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family (70)

  Everything looks familiar,

   But the familiar feeling in my heart faded, disappeared, and disappeared without a trace.

  It seems that after the curtain ends, everything is just like that.

  The girl's eyes were cold and dead, with wisps of light color lingering, she only glanced at it, and then dropped her long eyelashes, without answering a word.

   But Mo Liyan has already got the answer.

He suddenly sneered and sneered. The smile did not hit the bottom of his eyes. It was affectionate and cold. The fine and dense pain on the collarbone was constantly reminding Mo Liyan of what ridiculous things had gone through. He pulled his thin lips and was quite indifferent. Asked her: "Isn't it cheap?"

  This kind of like,

   placed in front of Mo Liyan’s eyes,

  Light and cheap enough that it can be shredded at any time.

"Yeah." Dye Bai squinted his eyes calmly, thinking for a while, the fingertips knocked on the blade with a pair of fingers, and there was a cold cold light, "Yes, blame me for seeing the wrong person. "

  The girl's reaction was not the same as Mo Liyan thought, but he didn't care.

   just leaned slowly, kneeling half-kneel on the ground, carefully glanced at the person in front of him from a head-up angle, carefully and critically, his eyes were strangely pale, and the arc of thin lips pulled up in a cynical and ridiculous manner.

   "This king misunderstood the person."

  He stared at that face, met the girl’s peach blossom eyes, and said indifferently: "I thought you were different from others, but now it seems..."

   "It makes no difference."

   "Samely disgusting."

  Mo Liyan paused word by word, and spoke the most ruthless and indifferent words in the most elegant and light tone, word by word.

   Just like that, with a gentle gesture and an understatement, she vetoed all her past thoughts in an instant.

attribute to,

   is no different from everyone else, just as disgusting.

   Trample the once sincere heart in the deepest part of the dust.

  Yan Bai smiled faintly, "It's King Jin never seen me clearly." Stopped, and said disapprovingly: "But, forget it."

everything is over,

  It's not interesting to talk about this.

  Mo Liyan didn't care about what Ranbai said, and didn't even think about what that sentence means, forget it. In his opinion, it's never the end of everything that Ranbai said.

  But it is very conspicuous that they rarely have a tacit understanding that they are not interested in this topic anymore.

  That’s why Mo Liyan made a cold voice, his thin lips pouring out a biting chill, like the wind and snow raging in the winter night, and he asked literally, "Where is the antidote?"

  "What is the antidote?" Ranbai and Mo Liyan looked at each other, and they were not affected at all. Instead, they asked casually, without any caring attitude.

"Don't pretend to do nothing with this king." Mo Liyan's patience was exhausted, a pair of eyes filled with absolute killing intent in the darkness, and the words were poisoned and stabbed in his heart like a sharp blade: "What did you do? , You know best."

  The door of the dark room had long been closed by Mo Liyan, no light penetrated in, and everything around was only darkness.

  The atmosphere is almost condensed and depressing.

  The two are facing each other, and the swords are drawn.

  Ranbai told him the fact with no fear: "So, there is no cure."

  The words she scribed,

   can never be destroyed.

She made a bold and indifferent action in a depressive atmosphere filled with killing intent. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the man's collar neatly, and in an instant, she violently and wantonly tore his neckline away, which can be clearly seen. There is a deep imprint of abstinence and desire on the white and delicate collarbone of the other party, and there is a kind of abusive beauty that wants to be raging and destroyed.

  You can also see the scars around you clearly, it is deep, and you can see the cruelty of the people who do it. It is not made by dyeing white. Dyeing white never treats one of his artworks like this, and it is still a very perfect item.

  That can only be done by Mo Liyan. As for the purpose of dyeing white, you can know after a little thought, it must be to destroy the brand.

  Dyeing white and looking at all of this, he was a little bit unhappy.

  This kind of displeasure was not aimed at Mo Liyan's injury, which would cause pain.

  It is for the traces of damage around an artwork she made, which is not so pleasing to the eye.

   "Why is King Jin not behaved?" She squinted her eyes, her eyes were dark and unclear, she gently stirred her dark emotions, her expression remained unchanged, and she asked in a cool tone.

   "Lingbai, don't be disgusting with this king." Mo Liyan was forced to lean over. He supported the wall behind the girl with one hand, and his whole body was almost close to dyed white.

The stigma that was regarded as a shame was exposed to the culprit in this way, causing him to uncontrollably rise in cold hostility, and his slender fingers gripped the girl’s slender wrist fiercely, like the next second It snapped, his eyes were red like blood, and his voice was dumb and gloomy: "Either tell this king how to destroy it, or--"

  He stared at her coldly, his undisguised killing intent.

   "Take your life in exchange."

In such a heavy and depressing atmosphere, the piercing pain from the wrist, dyed white but didn't care much, just stared at the white character intently, rubbed the line of the clavicle of Mo Liyan with the fingertips, gently rubbing with the fingertips inch by inch. The outline of the font has a kind of abstinence.

  Mo Liyan's figure stiffened, and his tight fingers almost trembled and loosened.

  The cold, ice-like temperature of the girl's fingertips pressed against the surface of the skin, flowing like an electric current, causing strange tremors for no reason.

  He ruthlessly pulled away the white-dyed hand, rubbed the position of the collarbone vigorously, and hooked the neckline with his fingertips to cover the clavicle imprint.

   "How much does King Jin hate it? I don't hesitate to burn my body with my jade and toss myself like this." Dye Bai didn't feel annoyed, and withdrew his playful gaze, looking at Mo Liyan with a smile.

  Mo Liyan did not speak.

  Dyeing white slowly and carelessly, every sentence that he uttered seemed to be neither light nor heavy, painless or itchy, but like a sharp blade, falling in Mo Liyan's ear, and every sentence was a provocative irony.

   "That's right, after all, King Jin who is aloof can hardly bear being marked as a person's possessions, and it is normal to regard it as a shame."

  The girl chuckled, smiling evilly, into the darkness and arrogance of the bones: "That's a pity, I am afraid King Jin can only be forced to accept it. It doesn't matter if you can't accept it, you can't destroy it, right?"

  At the moment the voice fell,

  The girl was severely thrown on the wall by Mo Liyan, his movements were fierce, and his expression was also cold, she looked at the white eyes with every inch of murderous intent.

   Being watched by such gaze, it was like being suddenly pushed down from the edge of the cliff into the abyss. There was no point to support, and he could only let himself sink and sink again.

  Yan Bai gave a chuckle, as if she had discovered something very interesting, and asked in a flat voice: "Is King Jin annoyed or angry?"

  (End of this chapter)