Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3039 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family (183)

   Had to linger between his lips and teeth countless times, but he wanted to talk, and stopped in his mouth when he was so sober, how can he speak easily when he is so important in this world.

  And now,

  Affectionately dissected, Shengsheng was completely exposed to Yin Bai, even though it was dripping with blood, he was still beating with the intensity of his heart, allowing himself to indulge and perish.

"I love you."

   is those three words, but they have been imprisoned and sleepy for a lifetime, entangled with the fate of two people.

  All the movements of dyeing white stopped at that moment, as if frozen by time.

  It's not that she doesn't know.

  It’s just that she never thought about it,

  Mo Liyan will come to tell her these unforgettable words under such circumstances.

  The cold wind rustled like a knife blade, scratching the eyes, perhaps because the wind and sand were too big, so the eye sockets would have a stiff pain when they were caught off guard.

Against the **** light of the setting sun, brushstrokes outline the outline of the young emperor, the dark ink gradually coloring, and the white eyes are extremely clear, and those unfathomable Lingxia eyes are indescribable and affectionate. And the smile faintly brought out a sense of determination.

Mo Liyan's slender and long eyelashes kept trembling, as if a fallen butterfly wing perched, opened his lips, and was silent for a few moments. Every word seemed to have exhausted his life's strength, forcing himself to pronounce syllables, and the voices did not stop. Unsteady, even uncontrollable trembling, blood dripping between the lips and teeth, is the ultimate tragedy of Tuma, "This time, it's true."

His voice became lighter and lighter, and in the end he couldn't hear him really well. He seemed to be whispering softly to dye white, and he seemed to mumble to himself, like a lone soul floating in the vast world but finally turned into ashes. At the end, he still seemed to be smiling: "I didn't lie to you."

  The white-dyed pupils suddenly tightened, as if a storm was set off in an instant, as if a storm was brewing in the deep sea, mixed with unknown emotions.

At the same time, the blood-stained slender fingers of the young emperor suddenly grasped the long sword, pressing hard decisively and coldly, leaving no time for people to react. The sharp blade penetrated the heart directly, bone-thinning. Pain and cold swept through the body, crushing bones.

  In the white and black eyes that could not see any light and shadow, Mo Liyan was overwhelmed, his face was extremely pale, as if he had been emptied of all the blood, his body was leaning forward slightly, and a large amount of red blood came out from his thin lips!

  Blood-stained robe, battle armor is cold.

Then, the slender fingers that were still holding the sword, without any strength, finally let go, and dropped to their sides in a few moments, the fingertips were still dripping with red blood drops, I don’t know why. From the heart of the hand that was cut by the sword, blood was still splashing from the heart, and the hand that fell silently had long and beautiful joints, with dense bones faintly visible.

He closed his eyes lightly, and his long eyelashes covered those beautiful, sharp and unfathomable eyes like fallen and withered wings. All the brilliance died in an instant, no longer existed, thin lips The blood-stained Fei fell into the white-stained arms, no longer soundless.

  He is the only one in the world.

  There is only one Mo Liyan in the world.

   is the young prince who has found his life and is alone.

   is the cold, arrogant and decisive His Royal Highness King Jin.

   is the young new emperor who has calculated everything and strategizes.

   also used to have such picturesque brows and eyebrows and personable demeanor; it was also such a faint smile, toasting and waiting; it was also such that even if it fell into the abyss, it was still full of grace and unpredictability.

  The breeze-like arcs of the eyebrows of his eyes, his hands and feet are calm and calm, his straight figure is pure and noble from the beginning to the end.

  Almost all his life is cold and cold.

  And the only love, it was dyed white.

   is such a lively and real existence.

   But now,

  Everything is gone.

   Sober and perishable, calm and indulgent.

   But it is like a big dream, beautiful and beautiful. When I first awakened, my heart was empty.

he died.

Yes.

  Mo Liyan is dead.

   died in her hands, died on her sword.

The blood splashed on the white face, body, hand holding the sword, there was blood everywhere, as if there was still the temperature of that person, it was hot, it was hot, it could cause burns and break the intestines. .

  The people who have always been hygienic have never reacted, and can't believe the current picture.

  I always hear people say,

  Fate has no control. It is joy or hurt, joy or sorrow, all of which are destiny.

   can be dyed white but unbelievable.

  Just now,

  Looking at all these things that run counter to what she had expected, the opposite picture.

  She seemed to understand.

  It turns out that he has always been an uncontrollable variable in her life.

  The battlefield endgame, still going on.

   Murderous, crazy and fierce.

  But all this has nothing to do with dyeing white.

  She didn't care about the scenes around her, nor did she care about the battlefield that seemed to be stopped for a moment.

  She just quietly lowered her eyes, looking at the cold, temperatureless person who fell on her.

  The sunset is sinking, and the setting sun is like blood, an ominous sign and color.

  It seems that blood has stained this country and overturned the world.

  The silent depression filled the air with all the emotions.

  The soldiers who were still in the killing and bloodshed just now looked at the scene in the center of the battle with incomparable tacit understanding and stiffness, looking at the two people who hugged each other extremely.

   Horror, astonishment, and unbelievable, all the emotions struck like mountains and oceans, weighing heavily on the heart, almost squeezing that heart out.

  And in all the shocked emotions, there was a bit of confusion that was inexplicable.

why……

  Why two people, who are obviously rivals of life and death, are so close, so sad and miserable under such circumstances.

  Although they are on the battlefield, they seem to be in another world, isolated from everything.

  Anyone who wanted to get close, whether it was the enemy or their own, was bleached and killed mercilessly with the long sword that had just been dropped from Mo Liyan's hand from a high altitude, and saw blood simply and neatly.

  No one dared to approach, as if only one step closer, like **** leading to the abyss.

  Wei Xinglie watched the scene helplessly. He reluctantly stuck his sword on the ground and supported his body, so that he did not fall down because of his weakness.

  The brain seemed to "rumble", exploded, the strings broke, and everything fell into blankness and chaos.

  Sorrowful and sorrowful emotions slowly filled his eyes, and the red color existed in his eyes every inch, as if they were stained with blood.

grown ups……

   Your Majesty...

  Wei Xinglie understood very clearly.

  Mo Liyan willingly and even deliberately died in the hands of the Korean princess.

  Because of the strength of that person...it is impossible to lose and die so easily.

  It was such a sober cognition, but it made Wei Xinglie feel that a blood hole was torn open in his heart, and the cold wind was poured into it, and the pain was whistling.

  (End of this chapter)