Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3010 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family (154)

  Dyeing white: "..."

  She chuckled, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows showed a faint smile, and the corners of her lips were half-curved with evil spirits: "Can you find some truthful reasons for deceiving people?"

   knew it was such a reaction...so he never said, even if he himself felt white, he wouldn’t believe it, it sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?

The blood just became white and vomited. She wiped her lips. After knowing that she couldn't get any answer, she didn't ask any more. She seemed to be disinterested. The pain of the Heart Control Gu was suffocating, and her heart was suffocated. All are convulsing and trembling.

  While Bai Ran Bai propped his chin with one hand, he contemplated the outside scene with excitement.

  I knew it countless times in my heart, but it’s actually quite boring to think about it this way.

   "Because you hate me, you don't even want to drink the blood that can relieve Heart Controlling Gu?" Mo Liyan asked lightly.

  Yan Bai smiled slightly, her voice crisp: "This is one of them."

  As for the second, she felt quite unnecessary.

  Who she owes in this life, who is entangled with, that person will definitely not be Mo Liyan.

  Furthermore, she wants to calculate Mo Liyan. Now that King Jin’s performance makes Ranbai feel so boring, she doesn't even have the mood to play chess.

  But Ranbai didn't plan to tell Mo Liyan, it was unnecessary.

"I understand." Mo Liyan nodded slightly, he slowly stood up, his steps swayed slightly, but it was just a moment, and he straightened up quickly, his back was cold and straight, he leaned against The wall slowed down for a while, not wanting to see the white expression.

  His blood is dirty, she doesn't want to drink it.

  So Heart Controlling cannot be suppressed, it means that she will always feel pain.

  Dyeing white can be careless, but Mo Liyan can't care less.

  Especially still in his eyes.

  After a while,

King Jin bandaged the wound on his wrist, picked up the dagger again, and walked towards the entrance of the hole step by step.

  Listen carefully, the avalanche should stop.

But now the heavy snow has turned into an impenetrable wall and blocked the exit. They have no weapons except this dagger. They can only wait for rescue, but they have to wait for those people to find here... I don’t know the need. how long.

  Mo Liyan saw two kinds of records on the paper that recorded the heart-controlling gu, one was what he just made, and the other...

   records a kind of plant called Bingling grass, which is rare in the world and almost extinct. According to ancient records, Bingling grass generally exists in snow-capped mountains, cliffs and other places.

  Relying on a simple drawing and record, Mo Liyan sent out several people to search for it, but nothing was found.

  But Mo Liyan, a person who never achieves his goal, vowed not to give up.

  If you can’t find it, keep looking.

King Jin only used his hands and the dagger to try to pierce the thick, hard ice wall. Every time he raised his hand, he exhausted his strength.

  His back was dyed white, and his expression was shrouded in the shadows. Those dark eyes were unfathomable and filled with invisible emotions. The movements of his hands did not hesitate, and he refused to stop even every second.

  Amidst the chaos of ice and snow, the snow curtain dimmed his eyebrows.

only--

  Mo Liyan finally underestimated the extent of avalanches. How can a person be able to break through such a thick ice and snow in a short time with a dagger?

  The poison raged in his body, repeatedly penetrating the skeletal texture, Mo Liyan never made a sound, the cold sweat wet the clothes, and then condensed into frost.

   Knowing the difficulties and dangers and cannot do anything, but just wants a way to the dark, never stop.

  He must get out.

  Holding a faint, almost impossible hope, he went to search for an unseen ice ling grass growing in an ancient book.

  Go on like this,

  Looking at Ranbai in front of him, because of the poison he had personally handed him, life was worse than death, and Mo Liyan couldn't accept it.

  Mo Liyan thought,

  That person wouldn't even accept Bing Lingcao.

I don’t know how long it took, Ran Bai restrained the cold pain caused by Gu poison, listened to the non-stop movement in the ear, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes impatiently, just wanting to see where Mo Liyan is. What I did, I hit a picture like a hole in the end.

That cold, arrogant, lonely, and invincible, His Royal Highness King Jin, at this moment, turned his back to her on one knee and half-kneeled, cutting the ice and snow again and again without stopping, his fingertips were wrapped in a cold and ruthless light, but ticking. With blood falling, the sound of breaking and falling is always there.

  Ran Bai couldn't see Mo Liyan's expression clearly, but she could see King Jin's hands.

Because of the long-term snow shovel, the freezing stiffness, the cold and trembling fingertips, the ten fingers are already scarred, bloody, the joints are stretched hard, and the horrible coldness, holding a dagger tightly, even the dagger is bloodied, The red blood flowed away.

  But he didn't feel the pain at all, he didn't care at all, and he continued to shovel the snow unconsciously, using his full strength every time, stern and determined.

  Dyeing white paused slightly.

  She looked at such a picture with a cold, indifferent state of mind, and said calmly: "If you go on like this, your hands may be useless."

"I have a reason for me to go out." Mo Liyan turned his back to Yen Bai, concealing all his expressions. He cast his eyes down and glanced at his hand, his eyes were very pale, cold fingertips rubbed the corners of his lips casually and overflowed. Blood, like a okay person, has a low voice. After he stopped, he added the last sentence deeply and hardly: "It has nothing to do with you."

   said that the ten fingers connected to the heart, it hurts the heart, but even though it was dripping with blood, he still looked painless and itchy.

  Ranbai just wanted to say something, which had nothing to do with her.

  Who knows why Mo Liyan is so persistent in going out, but this is not what she needs to care about. Naturally dyeing white is also in charge, and she didn't look in Mo Liyan's direction again.

  I don’t know how much time has passed.

  The light in the cave is dim, the temperature is cold, and the bone-chilling chill swept through the whole body, and the biting cold wind roared straight in from the entrance of the cave.

  The entrance of the cave that had been overturned by snow and ice had already exposed half of its face at this moment, enough for people to pass through.

   And the vast white snow scattered all around, piled up into mountains, stained with shocking bloodstains, and tinged with red, it just looked shocking.

  The snow is still falling, and the wind is endless.

  Sword Feng Jianxue fiercely hit the cold and slender figure, and the hands that hung beside him were slightly stained with blood.

  Tick, tick.

  The blood drop slipped from his fingertips, sinking into the white and flawless snow.

Mo Liyan reluctantly moved his fingertips and looked down at his hands quietly. In a daze, he saw the picture of the monument standing on the mountain more than ten years ago. It was like this that day. The blood dripped.

  (End of this chapter)