Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2860 Start by step: Since ancient times, love the emperor's house (4)

Dye Bai paused for two seconds, turned sideways, and his black eyes fell on the slender figure that was leaning against the window casually not far away.

  Jin Wang Mo Liyan wears a black embroidered silver brocade dress with ice silk, mysterious patterned cloud sleeves, jade crown tied hair, and a face like a fairy.

  At this moment,

   Those amorous and indifferent Danfeng eyes fell faintly on Yin Bai's body, and the light light that came in from the lattice window quickly disappeared under his eyes, his eyes were deep and distant.

  Faced with that gaze, Ran Bai's expression didn't have any shocking fluctuations, but said: "It's obvious."

   "Heh..." Mo Liyan seemed to laugh, he walked slowly towards Zhuo case, and seemed to say to himself: "It's a pity that blessings."

   "What I wish is not blessing, but death." The girl corrected indifferently, and was elegant in white.

  If Mo Liyan really responded, there will only be one final ending.

die.

   "So?" Mo Liyan didn't care. Yin Hong's thin lips curled up a quirky and cool arc, and he sat there, without a second glance at Tian Bai, flipping through the books on the table in front of him.

  "Jin Wang is smart, want to come and know why I came."

  Mo Liyan did not raise his head, his expression was indifferent, and while reading the book, he said, "In that case, go back."

   "Wang Jin is not curious about the master behind the scenes?"

  "It’s nothing more than whoever wants to kill the king. It doesn’t matter whether it’s confirmed or not."

  Mo Liyan looked a little indifferent. He wasted time to meet an assassin for this reason. If she could only say such meaningless things, then he was wrong.

   "I can help you." The girl's voice was calm and calm.

  "A mere assassin, what can I help this king?" Mo Liyan's white fingertips gently rubbed a page in the book, his movements were elegant and gentle, deep and restrained, and his tone of voice for a moment was like a smile but not a smile: "Kill?"

   "But this assassin is not an ordinary assassin, she knows a lot." This is due to the fact that the prince paid much attention to the original owner at the time, and was trained as a confidant, but it was a pity that something went wrong.

  In this world, if anyone besides the original owner knows the original owner’s feelings for Mo Yelei, then there is someone who--

   is Mo Yelei.

  "Don't you need a chess piece on the surface?"

"If Mo Yelei knew that I was not dead, by your side..." Ran Bai looked at him, her sharp gaze directly hit the eyes that Mo Liyan had just raised, and asked him unclearly, very calmly: "He What will it do?"

  Mo Liyan: "Not enough."

  Ranbai approached the tabletop, stopped in front of the man, approached with one hand supporting her figure, and opened her lips lightly: "Information trading."

   "Cooperate, I will assist you."

   "The girl seemed to be loyal before, she would rather die than recruit?" Mo Liyan was finally willing to leave his sight from the book, and asked with interest.

  Cooperate.

  She abandoned the prince to assist him.

But……

   also depends on whether he wants it or not.

  That is the original owner.

not me.

  Of course, dyed white face would definitely not say that, "It's just alive." She said lightly and coldly: "Who doesn't want to be alive."

  Although I said that,

  But the girl’s eyes did not have half thoughts of life or fear of death, it was as cold as the night.

The tone of    doesn't seem to say something related to one's life and death, but rather like a narrative evaluating a stranger.

   Ran Bai stared at him, moved closer, and opened his lips slightly, spit out three words silently.

  -Wei Ping's life.

  Intelligence trading.

Mo Liyan understood who the girl was talking about. This name made him squint the narrow, long, demon-cured Danfeng eyes, leaning back, that beautiful and gorgeous face was expressionless at this moment, unconcealed. The scrutiny gaze fell on the girl's body, cold and wanton looking at it.

   His eyes were very pale, like looking at a corpse.

  Long time.

  The young prince's slender and beautiful fingers put down the scroll in his hand, he was relieved, and his tone was the same as before: "I will give you the answer tonight."

   "The seventh day." Mo Liyan knocked on the tabletop, making a sound that was not serious or serious, and called out a name indifferently.

  Someone responds instantly outside the study.

"Take her down and find a guest room to settle." Although this was said to the seventh day of the month, Mo Liyan's eyes fell on the girl. He hadn't moved away for half a minute. It was like staring at the prey, dormant. The hunter in the dark night revealed a certain immediate danger, and the half-curved half of his thin lips was cruel.

  Ranbai achieved her goal, and didn't leave a moment longer, turned around and walked out.

  "Girl, please." As soon as you stepped out of the study, you could see the seventh day guarding there. With a young baby face stretched out, the old man nodded coldly to Yan Bai.

   In response to the change in this matter, the seventh day of the seventh day did not have the slightest curiosity, all the way was silent and led the way to whitewashing.

   finally stopped in a guest room.

  After sending the person to the seventh day of the day, he immediately returned, standing silently in the study room.

  Mo Liyan flipped through two pages of the book gently, and on the dense black letters, he uncontrollably thought of the pair of beautiful peach eyes just now.

   Very perfect eye shape, and the lonely look in that eye is even more heart-warming.

   Thinking of this, Mo Liyan stared at the ancient text with dark eyes, his eyes darkened a little, and after a short pause for two seconds, he suddenly spoke in a quiet study room.

  Happiness and anger are difficult to distinguish, evil and lazy.

   "The seventh day."

   "Subordinates are here."

  "What do you think of that person's eyes?"

  Stuck on the seventh day of the day.

  He did not expect that the master would ask himself such a question. As for who the "person" was in the words of the master, he knew very well in his heart on the seventh day of the month. After thinking about it, he replied pertinently: "Very beautiful."

   is too cold.

  Getting such an answer, Mo Liyan was not surprised, instead he hooked his thin lips with interest, with his white fingers supporting his pretty forehead, calmly saying, “This king also thinks it’s pretty.”

  The next second, he said thoughtfully: "I don't know what it will be like to watch."

  The tone is calm and understatement.

  Seventh day: "……"

  He knew that the master was not joking.

  But he thought about this for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

  Mo Liyan is really serious.

   But then think about it again, when all the emotions are dissipated in the eyes, there is only an empty shell.

   does not seem to be perfect either.

   is alive on that person.

  "Fine." Mo Liyan spit out two words gently, and then said another sentence that is inexplicable emotionally: "Go and invite Chu Qing to come over."

  Seventh day, bow his head: "Yes."

   "Oh, don't ask, I'm not here anymore." Chu Qingyu just walked to the door of the study and heard a vague sentence coming from inside. He laughed immediately and opened the door and walked in.

  He is in his twenties, handsome, with shining eyes, wearing a azure robe, more and more fair complexion, well-dressed, gentle and elegant.

  Seeing this on the seventh day, I want to retire silently.

  Mr. Chu is one of the master's capable men. He focuses on poisoning. He is a veritable poison doctor. If he has nothing to do, he will do some inexplicable poison.

  (End of this chapter)