Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3038 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (182)

  After that moment of blankness, she was calm enough to ask three words restrainedly, her voice was steady and she did not tremble at all: "Why?"

  Obviously, it could hurt her, so why abandon the sword?

   Obviously you can avoid it, why not avoid it?

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes kept trembling, covering all the pain and depression, leaving only a deep smile, staring greedily at Dye Bai, licking her lips with difficulty, fell on her, and coughed several times. He coughed up and coughed up blood, his voice was low and dull, intermittently, but he just took a single word, very clear: "You used to say..."

   "If yes, if I give you my life, you might be suffocated."

He closed his eyes and recalled the scene at the time. Every detail was clearly engraved in his mind. He also thought he was indifferent, but that sentence was like a shadow, buried unconsciously. Deep in his heart.

  ——Why don't you let King Jin give me his life? Maybe I'll be suffocated?

  The half-joking serious tone of the old girl once again echoed in her ears, lingering on Mo Liyan's heart, and at the same time rushing into Bai Bai's ears.

  Having her fingertips holding the sword paused, she didn't know how to react to the blank.

  That sentence...

  She had forgotten about it a long time ago.

  If Mo Liyan didn't say it, she wouldn't even think of it again in her life.

   After all, I didn’t care about this sentence at all.

  At this moment, listening to Mo Liyan's sudden quotation, Ran Bai vaguely realized what she hadn't been able to stop in the future, but it was too late.

Mo Liyan tried his best to raise his hand, and that slender finger was firmly grasped on the blade that pierced his heart. The palm of his hand was cut sharply, and he didn't even care about the blood dripping. He didn't even have eyes. Blinking, holding the sword fiercely and decisively, pushing it toward his heart without hesitation.

  Blood gurgled out, and he dyed his clothes darkly. He coughed up blood, but smiled and asked dyed white: "Now, can it still count?"

  The setting sun is like a raging fire, burning fiercely and covering half of the sky, telling the end of everything in this world.

  The battlefield situation is chaotic, the fight is inexorable, the swords, the shadows, and the flames are almost integrated. In such a cruel scene of blood flowing in the twilight, they seem to be isolated from everything and become a world of their own.

Ran Bai held the sword fiercely, so hard that the knuckles were full of cold whiteness. She smiled at the King of God with a deep sadness but unexpectedly light smile. She pressed her tongue against her upper jaw and suddenly sneered. , Every word weeping blood and condemning the heart, but also extremely unfeeling: "If you say it casually, why take it seriously?"

   "It's okay." Mo Liyan said softly, he could feel the vitality is gradually losing, blood is pouring out of his body, and the temperature is gradually becoming cold, but he is not hesitated or fearful. Although weak, he is calm. Although dying, but noble.

  His hand was still holding the sword, and he cut the flesh and blood of his hand without knowing it. Without warning, he once again stabbed his heart fiercely!

  Blood splashed and fell on him and also on her.

"Man is for you, life is for you, and the world is for you." Holding the sword, he forced himself to swallow the blood pouring into his throat, suppressing the cold and huge pain, his voice was extremely soft, and he was dying. Still coaxing her, she said softly and with tears of blood, "Don't be angry, okay?"

  Who would use such an extreme method just to die in her hands?

A drop of blood was splashed on the back of the dyed white hand, a thick and delicate sensation, the temperature was warm, even hot, it was extremely scorching at that moment, as if it could hurt people, and made her fingertips inevitably tremble. After a while, then trembling violently, it was a strong resistance.

  It shouldn’t be like this...

   should not be.

She wiped the blood on the back of her hand vigorously, trying to wipe it clean, but it was stained with blood in her hand, how can it be wiped off, she gritted her teeth, her fine eyelashes hanging down covered the pair of peach blossom eyes, squeezing out a few One word: "I'm not angry."

  Ranbai wanted to take the sword back, but Mo Liyan did not let go. The palm of his hand was **** from rubbing the blade of the sword, and the bones still didn't know it, as if there was no pain at all, just like that stubbornly holding the sword.

  Dyeing white hard, did not pull it out, restrained all emotions, and bit the words in a very cold and strong tone: "Let go."

  The young emperor was covered in blood, as if it were a painting stained with blood, his face was too pale, and it was even more shocking with the blood flowing, and his body almost didn't have any temperature.

  The soldiers all around died in a hundred battles, blood was flowing into a river, and he seemed to be one of them, completely sinking in the abyss, barely leaning on the girl.

This time, Mo Liyan didn’t listen to Ranbai’s words, but rather calmly narrated with Ranbai. His voice was very low, and he tried his best to suppress: "Yu Xi is still in the dark room. I will write the book again. You can pick one at any time."

   "Within an hour after my death, you can drain my blood, and it will still be effective for dispelling the control heart."

   "Although Xie Jinshu is a confidant with you, your interests are opposite, and your defensive heart is indispensable. If you want to move Xie's family, you still need to plan for a long time and uproot it."

   "Although Han Xun is blood relatives to you, he is still an emperor after all, he..."

   His words were filled with screams everywhere, and the battlefield of shouts and slaying sounds was particularly light, and it could be shattered by a cold wind.

  Intermittently, the air is like a gossamer, and the lines between the lines are all about dyeing white, full of lifelong lovesickness.

The word    was like a light feather, as if it would disappear in the blink of an eye. It could be heard by the ears of white dyeing, but it seemed to be hit hard in the bottom of my heart, tearing open the deep blood, it was extraordinarily clear and unforgettable.

  Mo Liyan is analyzing the current situation in South Korea for Ranbai, and his heart is still for the sake of dyeing white, but he has been interrupted by dyeing white before he finishes his words.

"Do you think I need it?!" Ran Bai didn't want to listen to Mo Liyan saying this. There was no movement in her eyes when she looked at Mo Liyan, no trembling, no horror, as if all emotions were hidden there. In the surging deep sea, time after time it was dark and annihilated.

   "Mo Liyan, you can die if you want." Her knuckles were white, but her face was extremely indifferent, mocking and sarcasm in a low voice: "But why are you dead in my hands?"

"I don't want to kill, I don't like dirtying my hands, understand?" She gritted her teeth, and she slammed Mo Liyan's body like a sharp blade: "You give me a good life!" "

   Behind the red-clothed girl is the horrible battlefield with blood flowing into rivers and **** afterimages. The cold wind is rustling, her hair is fluttering messy, and her clothes are hunting for wind.

  She is going to pull out that sword.

  Mo Liyan suddenly called the words in her name and smiled at her: "White."

  Simply a single word, but it reveals that in this distance from acquaintance to stranger, and then to hostility, it is close and far away, deep and shallow, inexhaustible regret, regret and all kinds of affection.

  (End of this chapter)