Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2956 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (100)

  And in the city,

  Xiao Yingmo retracted the long sword, and quickly followed the pace of Dye Bai, and said solemnly in a low voice: "The princess tried the danger, which is really admirable."

  Ranbai paused for a while, talking and laughing lightly: "Korea is my country, as long as it is good for Korea, it is good for Jiangshan Sheji, and it is good for the soldiers who were born and died for Korea. I will not hesitate."

  Xiao Yingmo was shocked for a moment, and quickly handed over, with an expression of admiration: "The princess understands justice and is admirable!"

  Slightly tick the corners of the white-dyed lips, but smile silently.

  Seal: "..."

I bother!

  Host, you are here to fool people, tut, don’t hesitate to be in Korea...a hammer.

  It's not that you put the mission target on South Korea, so naturally you have to subdue the military spirit.

  So no matter if it is to return the favor or to regain the military spirit.

   is good for your personal interests, of course, will agree to Xie Jinshu’s request.

  The host really... Since the day he left the Jin Palace,

  Calculating all the time.

  She is a convergent and graceful, but she is alone in the end, but it is better to deliberately and exhaustively, in exchange for the power to go into the hand and to be alone.

  "This time...thank you." Xie Jinshu first told Xiao Yingmo to step back and walk next to Ranbai.

   "You don't have to say thanks to me." Ranbai raised her eyebrows, so she was using him.

  The emperor's power is counted out, and it is step by step.

  Where does the sincerity come from?

  As for Mo Liyan,

  Sure enough, she did not surprise her.

  He wants to kill her.

  He really wanted to kill her.

  Ranbai smiled and groaned, her peach blossom eyes were full of evil spirits, isolating all the silence and indifference in the eyes.

  Xie Jinshu didn't speak any more, he glanced at the direction of the city wall one last time, and his eyes became darkened.

  I hope...

  He thinks too much.

  Mo Liyan, Mo Liyan,

  You can lose any step in the imperial power tricks, but don’t lose in the love of your children.

  Otherwise,

  Everything is really ironic.

  After this time,

  Liancheng battle, stalemate.

  No matter how the confrontation is, it ends up in a tie.

   one attack,

  One guard.

   "My lord, it won't be possible to siege the city in three days." Wei Ping sighed, staring at the sand table map with a headache.

  There was an extra Xie Jinshu and that **** the opposite side...which caused Liancheng to be like a copper wall and an iron wall, unable to attack.

  Mo Liyan recovered, his fingertips paused, and he was silent.

  It is not true that there is nothing to do.

only……

  He was upset, and he couldn't say anything if any tactics fell in the bottom of his heart.

  If that person insists on guarding Liancheng, if he becomes an enemy of her, will that person hate him even more?

  Today is the night of the third day. It broke all the plans previously deployed and stayed in front of Liancheng.

   also just wanted to find a chance to see that person again, but he just didn't see the half figure.

  Mo Liyan glanced at the map lightly, and finally reached out, his cold and white fingertips tapped one of the places, his eyes were deep, and he made deployments and plans in a calm and indifferent tone.

  Finally, he said: "Now send troops there, don't disturb anyone, wait until tonight to act."

  A touch of surprise flashed across Wei's eyes during his life, and he Zheng nodded his head: "Okay."

  The master he assisted,

  Whether it is scheming, strategy, or strength, they are far above him.

   is a brilliant strategy strategist, as if born for imperial power.

  Choosing such a talented master is probably the most correct thing in his life.

That night,

  Hai,

  A certain place in Liancheng,

  In the big hot spring,

  The bright moon is in the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

  The mist is enveloping, and the light smoke is filled, as if a thin layer of yarn has been woven, and the air is filled with slight moisture.

On Thursday, the lamps were dazzled with a soft and dim light, and lightly gathered a warm orange light. The lampshade pattern embroidered with lily pads and peach blossoms came alive against the background of light and shadow, brightly opened, and looked strange in the dim light. The sadness.

  The girl leaned back against the edge of the hot spring, and most of her body was infiltrated in the water. Her three thousand green silk hairs were scattered behind her, her back was slender and beautiful, and her pair of butterfly bones had clear and beautiful lines, and her complexion was cold and white like a cold jade.

  Her exquisite eyebrows are hazy in the mist, and her eyebrows can be seen vaguely as picturesque. Her long eyelashes are soaked with moisture and fall on the pale eyelids.

  Ranbai calmly and lazily leaned against the hot spring jasper, flicking at the warm water noodles with her fingertips, intentionally or unintentionally making ripples after another.

  I don’t know where the night breeze came from, and what was swept through was bursts of coolness.

  The white-dyeing movement stopped slightly, those narrow and long peach eyes were hazy and overly cold, and there was no emotion in the depths of the pupils, as if the cold snow was falling.

  She was silent for a second or two, and the corners of her thin, scarlet lips evoked a sneerless smile, a flash of evil spirit.

   Then the whole person suddenly descended, dived into the depths of the water, buried his face in the water, his body completely infiltrated the water.

  The blue silk and ink hair fluttered gently in the water, and the girl closed her eyes silently, letting herself sink to the deepest place, as if she would disappear into the world at any time.

  Mo Liyan avoided all the guards in the city and finally found it accurately, and walked in without alarming anyone.

  He still wants to see her.

  I just want to see her very simply.

  Look at her one last time before the military plan action.

  It's just that Mo Liyan just walked in, only to find that there was no one around him, but he was sure that the white dyed must be there.

King Jin is dressed in night clothes, slender and tall, with a calm and indifferent temperament. Wearing a black ice mask, he hides the fascinating and beautiful face, only a vaguely curved white and beautiful chin is revealed. It is enough to see its grace.

Mo Liyan finally fixed his gaze on the side of the hot spring not far away. A huge mountain pear flower and tree screen was erected there. The air was still lingering with mist and humidity, but he did not see the person through the screen. shadow.

   Quiet for a while,

  He approached step by step.

  Finally crossed the screen and frozen inside the hot spring.

  Water mist is like smoke, and humidity fills the air.

   proves that there are still people here.

  It is impossible to leave him without alarm in a short time.

so--

  Mo Liyan's eyes gloomily stared at the surface of the water that was still rippling with ripples, and the waves did not completely dissipate calmly.

  Only possible...

  The person is deep in the water. This can only be done if he sinks in.

  Such a consciousness swept over the heart, as if an invisible hand grabbed the heart instantly, and a feeling of suffocation came every inch.

  A heart seems to sink into the bottom.

  Almost tolerated any reaction and calm thinking, Mo Liyan had already jumped in without pause.

   "Plop--!" With a sound, splashes of water splashed all over the surface of the water that was originally light waves, and the mirror-like calmness was completely broken.

Mo Liyan dived into the water, his night clothes were completely wet, the ink was flying, and there was a strand of white and cold side face floating in the water. The mist blurred his expression, his eyebrows became hazy, but he was not at all. Mind, swimming straight to the depths of the hot spring, looking for the familiar figure.

  (End of this chapter)