Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2989 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (133)

  Mo Liyan suddenly felt that his behavior was ridiculous.

  What she engraved on, she takes it back at any time, what does it have to do with him?

  The young King Jin pulled the neckline apart again without making a sound. The delicate imprint was exposed to the air, his collarbone was cold and hard, and his complexion was fair.

  He flexed his hand with one hand and pressed it against the corner of his lips. He turned his eyes to his side, with sharp lines on his side. He did not look at the whiteness, just like that indifferent, seemingly cold ice.

Ran Bai took the dagger in her hand, glanced at Mo Liyan, and did not say anything. Instead, she leaned on King Jin’s side and moved closer, holding that dagger, with a bitter cold light in the night, she pointed The tip moved slightly, and the invisible black mist slowly invaded the dagger, until finally disappeared, and the tip of the dagger suddenly appeared dark.

  Dyeing white, she lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes concealed the expression under her eyes, and finally looked at the brand that she had drew on by herself. There was no fluctuation in her heart.

  It seems that everything has passed.

  Looking back again, even a bit of boredom did not exist.

  Regardless of her,

   still Mo Liyan.

  In fact, they are all the same person.

Only.

  How does it feel like the dagger is scratched on the skin one by one and deep into the bone marrow.

  Only Mo Liyan knows best.

  Blood gushing out, showing the dense white bones, which quickly dyed the clothes red, smudging and spreading large scars of scary blood.

Mo Liyan's knuckles stretched out appallingly white, but he never said a word of pain. He just turned his face silently and coldly, isolating all emotions, as deep and indifferent as ever, a little bit of action revealed a little bit of danger. .

   But he did not resist, not at all, letting Ranbai slash his collarbone with a dagger, almost **** and bone cracked.

  This time,

   is his willingness.

  The white-dyeing action is fast and swift, and every time the knife is cut, it is very ruthless, and it will wipe out the once pen personally.

  Dyeing white is a bit strange.

  Mingming just now Mo Liyan kept talking about pain when he didn't do it, but now he didn't say a word when he did it.

  But she did not overthink about this matter, just focused on the movements in her hands.

  The blood is spreading and flowing on the hand of the girl general, and on King Jin, it is a thrilling color.

  Until everything is over,

  Ranbai took the dagger and threw it aside, wiped it with Jinpa.

   "Okay." She said calmly: "It won't hurt, it will be cured within a day. Don't worry about King Jin."

  Mo Liyan endured the pain, his face was pale and bloodless, as if the deep sea at night swallowed him and swallowed him, the snowy white silk covered his eyes, making it even more difficult to see his expression.

only,

  While Ran Bai was saying that sentence, suddenly, King Jin hugged her from behind, hugging her tightly, in a very possessive posture, as if she had enclosed her own belongings.

   Mo Li Yan's pale lower jaw was pressed against the young girl general's shoulders, cold sweat drenched from behind, almost annihilated by the severe pain, but still very hard to hold the white.

  This spring is exceptionally cold, the night breeze envelops bursts of coolness, and the lights are extinguished.

  Even all her expressions were hidden in the dimness.

   "Get up." His eyes were dyed white, and his tone was unhappy and cold.

"On the third night, will you accompany me?" Mo Liyan refused to let go. His voice was dumb because of tolerance, but he still leaned in her ears, calmly and stubbornly, saying, "When I was here, I was there. Waiting for you on the mountain, you must come."

Ran Bai was silent for a moment, and did not answer Mo Liyan's words, but rather impatiently opened King Jin's hand around her, and stood up.

  He said: "If you don't speak, I will assume that you have agreed."

Ran Bai Leng glanced at him indifferently, but still did not speak, she was stained with blood, and her usual cleanliness couldn't accept it, so she left the room.

  The blue light illuminates the wall, and the light and shadow are dim.

  The three consecutive days, except for a few episodes, are probably the most peaceful and peaceful.

  It has to be mentioned that

  With Mo Liyan, many things don’t need to be done by yourself, they have already been handled, which always makes dyeing white feel weird.

   Even if Mo Liyan wanted to please her for a certain purpose, it wouldn't be the case.

  Especially these three days...Except for Mo Liyan by her side, he didn't do anything.

  This is quite different from what Ranbai expected.

  Until the night of the third day,

  ——Will you stay with me on the third night?

  ——When I am waiting for you on the mountain, you must come.

   These two sentences echoed in Dye Bai’s ears, repeated countless times.

  This is Mo Liyan's last mobile phone meeting.

  Of course she is going.

  Otherwise, how can I understand Mo Liyan's purpose?

  Ran Bai thought carelessly, the girl general riding a war horse, in red arbitrarily, rushed out of the city through the night.

  Her expression looked cold and cold in the night.

  And at this moment,

   Suddenly a panting voice sounded behind him: "Hold on, General!"

   is the voice of the soldier.

  Ranbei strangled the horse and looked back a little.

  The soldier hurriedly dismounted and ran over, handed the envelope in his hand to the princess who was riding on the horse with both hands.

  Ranbai took it without any patience, opened it directly, and then took a glance at the ten lines.

  A few seconds later,

  Her eyes gradually darkened, her expression could not be seen in the darkness, it only made people feel dangerous.

  The neat and white piece of letter paper was gradually crumpled and wrinkled in the hands of dyed white, and finally turned into a ball of waste paper.

"Going up the mountain to find someone, Bai Ling girded her eyes." The white-dyed voice was very weak, and the letter paper was crushed in her movements, and the ashes disappeared. The lines of her profile were extremely sharp, and her figure was cold and steep, and she was also covered in the dark. She couldn't help her dangerous air, "Tell him, don't have to wait, and don't need to tell me who the person behind the scenes is."

  The soldier nodded, "Okay, General." The answer was loudly.

  Dye White tightened the reins, turned the Jinma in one direction, the opposite direction, and left like an arrow from the string in the wind!

  "White silk tied eyes, white silk tied eyes..." The soldier chanted these four words several times, and hurriedly rode up the mountain.

  The night is deep and frosty, with the bright, twilight moonlight and three thousand stars guiding the way forward.

   at the top of the mountain,

   Standing alone.

  Lonely and arrogant, it is easy to think of a lone wolf.

  Straight back, lonely and lonely.

  The man wore black clothes with a moiré pattern, standing on the top of the mountain, with fluttering clothes, hunting and hunting wind, and existed like a god’s mansion.

Standing here, as if standing at the highest point of the world, you can look up at the vast night sky, dotted with stars, stars orbiting the moon, and the light that fell all night, like a astrolabe spinning, and the Milky Way flowing, presenting a profound and tranquil beauty. ；

  You can also look at the mountains and waters in the distance, the vast world and the vastness of the natural universe.

  　【Millions of rewards named elementary school students plus more】

  (End of this chapter)