Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2949 Start by step: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family has been in love (93)

  Mo Liyan stared at Ranbai, his thin lips lightly opened, and he told Ranbai every word: "This king is leaving Beijing."

  Ranbai ignored what Mo Liyan had said to her, but raised her eyes slightly, in a very cold and indifferent tone.

"let go."

   only spit out two words.

  Nearly command words.

  Mo Liyan met his white eyes, the atmosphere was silent, and only the cold wind whistling hunting sound in his ears, the atmosphere stalemate for two or three seconds, depressive condensation filled the air.

finally,

  Mo Liyan still loosened the hand that clasped the girl's wrist, and hung it to her side, concealed in the thick ice sleeves, clenched very tightly.

  Dyeing white, then he said coldly, "So what?"

  This is a message from the court.

  Ran Bai, of course, knows that Mo Liyan will personally set out as the coach, but what does this have to do with her?

  Mo Liyan didn't have any need to tell her this.

King Jin paused for a while, and then uttered a straightforward sentence: "It will be three quarters tomorrow morning."

Ran Bai raised her eyebrows, only feeling that Mo Liyan was looking for trouble. She changed her posture and leaned on her side, looking at the young prince in time. Hearing what Mo Liyan could say next, the corners of her lips pursed. Sarcastic smile.

  The girl’s very indifferent attitude and ridiculous ridicule caused Mo Liyan's inexplicable eyes to be scalded, and he subconsciously staggered, adding: "It's the time when the king left Beijing."

   "What on earth does King Jin want to say?" Ran Bai became impatient and threw a word out.

Mo Liyan did not blink his eyes. He stood in the snowy icy world, his side face was lonely and beautiful, and he looked like a fairy. His thin, bewitching lips were lightly opened. It was probably the first time he said this to others. If you say, the tone is slightly stiff, indifferent, and uncomfortable, and the tone is as cold as telling an order: "You are here to send this king."

  The atmosphere fell silent, and no one was talking.

  After a while,

  Ranbai glanced at Jin Wang’s indifferent and precious expression, and laughed suddenly, the laughter was a little broken by the north wind, but the irony contained in it was not reduced.

   "Who are you disgusting here?"

A light and fluttering sentence, the strength of the wind and snow filled the ears hit the bottom of my heart, like a steel needle stuck in my heart without defense, tearing open the wound, and constantly filling the inside with cold wind , Even the beating of the heart was stagnated for a moment.

  His Royal Highness King Jin, who has always been aloof, at this moment, in the face of such words, apart from the inexplicable pain, there is no anger at all.

Mo Liyan trembled a little bit of crow-blue long eyelashes, and a fluttering snow melted on the tips of his eyelashes. At the moment of shaking, the crystal clear water rolled down on the bottom of his eyes, with the coldness of ice and snow, and the light in his eyes was momentary. Shaking waves, like a sign before breaking.

  He was fascinated by the roaring wind and snow and the cool snow flakes, his vision was slightly blurred, but his eyes were still locked on the white body, and his expression was still calm and indifferent.

   "This king makes you sick, doesn't it?"

  Ranbai didn't care about Mo Liyan's reaction at all, and just chuckled, obviously disgusted and impatient.

she says.

"Yes."

  Only one word, without any hesitation, fell into the air, making a sound.

   "Wang Jin should understand how I don't like you." Dyeing white curled the corner of his lower lip, the arc of a light smile.

Mo Liyan was silent for a while, and said flatly: "You once chose Prince Jin's Mansion. You took Heart Control Gu without asking. You said you would never betray this king. Waited outside the study..."

  In fact, Mo Liyan wanted to say a lot. For example, she once said that he liked it, and she bought him a rabbit lamp.

  When he said this, Mo Liyan never thought that so many things had happened between them. It turned out that everything was clearly engraved in his mind, and even every detail had not been forgotten.

  The sharp contending sound of weapons suddenly sounded, and the cold light shattered and flashed in the bottom of the eyes, violently cut through the air, and wrapped up the substantive murderous intent to reach the position of Mo Liyan's heart.

  The white snow flying all over the sky was chopped down, a piece of white and chaotic.

  The girl's red dress, in full swing, exists like an abyss.

  And at this moment,

  She narrowed the last smile on her lips, her expression was cold and cruel, she was holding a long sword in her slender hand, and she approached the position of King Jin's heart, which was an undisguised killing intent.

Mo Liyan paused when he hadn't finished speaking. He was always elegant and noble. Between his gestures and feet was the royal coldness and coldness. At this moment, he glanced at the long sword that was in his heart, and the tip of the sword pierced in without hesitation. Because of the force, the bleeding came out.

  The red blood ticked down on the clear white snow, spreading in an instant, like a winding rose symbolizing the beauty of death, crystal white and evil red, with a shocking beauty.

  This is her unscrupulous injury to him.

  The two of them stood in the snow and cold wind, facing each other, and the atmosphere was almost deathly depressed.

Mo Liyan stared at the girl’s three thousand cold peach eyes, and could not distinguish the slightest emotion. In fact, she had not seen any emotions before. Her emotional performance has always been very restrained, restrained enough to be easily detected. arrive.

  He did not pay attention to the approaching long sword, nor did he stop it.

   just asked in a calm and elegant tone.

   "If you don't like it, why do you do this?"

  Ranbai always maintained the action of holding the sword, not moving, she squeezed the hilt of the sword very hard, and her knuckles were so painful that her fingertips became cold and pale, and she looked at Mo Liyan so indifferently.

"Wrong." She said word by word, holding the sword harder and stabbing a step deeper, every word seemed to be brushed abruptly from the sharp edge of the knife, dangerous and decisive, "That's not like it, it's I'm cheap."

  Mo Liyan's body is slightly stiff.

  Dye-white eyes rolled with uncontrollable gloomy emotions, as if the world was ruined, his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and he sneered: "To you, this kind of cheap and cheap feeling is too ridiculous."

  She easily denied all her past feelings, all loves, and all paranoia.

  It was as if it could never existed, never appeared, never been so unbearable, and never made her so sick.

  What she chooses, no matter her joys or sorrows, she does not regret it.

  But it does not mean she can accept it.

……no.

  Mo Liyan wanted to say that, but he seemed to have no standpoint at all.

  Because he once denied it personally.

  Some words are like a double-edged sword.

  While hurting others blood dripping, it also brings piercing pain to myself.

  (End of this chapter)