Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2863 Start by step: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (7)

  Moyo is waiting two hours later,

  The pain in the heart of the cone slowly eased, and the boiling of blood seemed to gradually calm down.

  Yan Bai slightly loosened her clenched hands, her eyelashes drooping lightly, looking thoughtful.

  "Host, host." Feng Luo called her tremblingly.

  This scene is too, too much for it to bear.

   "Huh?" Yan Qingyan on the white side, her cold fingertips gently pressed her pulse, and suddenly said: "I suddenly want to meet the drug maker."

  In fact, he has not lied even a word just now.

  This poison control is really good.

   Suddenly a little interested in her who hadn't touched the poison for a long time.

  Of course, it doesn’t matter.

  She casually played with a dagger, and found a clean and empty porcelain bottle from the room. She opened her wrist with the dagger without blinking, and the blood flowed along the line in the porcelain bottle.

  Normal bright red color.

   "The color is the same as usual." Dye Bai commented objectively.

  "Host, don't harm yourself!!"

  Dyeing white: "..."

  "Save samples and study poisons. Understand?"

   Self-mutilation of a ghost.

  Seal: ⊙﹏⊙)

  The idea of ​​the host can’t be guessed.

  "Um...Do you want to use props for the host?" Feng Luo stared at the lottery, and muttered, "This three thousand world is thought to be empty...it's useless, do you want the host to trigger it?"

  Dye white: "No need."

  Falled with a cry.

  That seems to be a waste of smoke.

  Dyeing white simply treated the wound, and just put the porcelain bottle away, and planned to have time to study it carefully in the future, but heard the hunting sound from the lattice window.

  The sound of fighting like swords, lights, swords and shadows.

  The girl in the room did not change her face, and even walked out the window in a leisurely manner, opened the window, and watched the scene in the courtyard.

  And at this moment,

   But suddenly a young man in night clothes rushed in in the direction of the room.

  Ranbai looked at him quietly.

  There is no killing intent on this person, and his aura is restrained.

  If you didn’t admit your mistakes,

  That should be...

  The current prince.

  Mo Yelei.

  The prince of a country led an assassin into the private meeting of the imperial brother and the palace in the middle of the night.

Stimulate.

The door to the room was quickly closed. Mo Yelei turned around and pulled off the black gauze that covered his face, revealing a handsome face, his appearance was very upright, somewhat peaceful, between his eyebrows and eyes. It reveals the nobility that has been tainted in the royal family.

  Ranbai looked at him plainly.

not moving at all.

  And at this moment,

He walked quickly to the thin and cold girl in white. There seemed to be a dim light flashing through his eyes, and it seemed that there was no, with a slightly worried expression: "I have been worrying about you these few days. I heard that your life and death are unknown, I almost thought You have been killed by that Mo Liyan. Now that I have received news, I came to you specifically, are you okay?"

"Something's going on." Dye Bai said indifferently, the carved window was still ajar, and the early summer breeze poured in from the window, the girl's hair was flying, her face was beautiful, and she was more cold than before. Indifferent.

  Mo Yelei froze imperceptibly.

   Ranbai casually glanced at the murderous scene in the courtyard outside the window with blood splattering three feet, and directly reached out to close the window and walked towards the red sandalwood seat, “How did the prince hear the news?”

  At that time, Mo Yelei probably did not expect that he would take the risk to come over, facing the girl's casual and indifferent attitude, and a little lost his voice.

After two or three seconds, he coughed softly: "Naturally, there is an eyeliner to know." He glanced suspiciously at the girl in white clothes Shengxue, "Lingbai, how did you come out? You need to know my three Brother has a temperamental personality, cruel and cold."

   "Can't I come out?" Ranbai didn't answer Mo Yelei's meaning, but just asked indifferently.

Mo Yelei frowned slightly. He listened to the outside voice gradually calming down, knowing that he didn't have much time, and he had to leave as soon as possible. Although he didn't ask anything, Lingbai seemed to have more. Variables, but it really can't be spent here anymore, so he tidied up his robe and said with a serious face: "In any case, you are a member of my prince's mansion."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't hesitate to turn over the window and left. The figure of the night clothes quickly disappeared in the night until it disappeared.

  The sound of weapons colliding and fighting in the early summer night also slowly calmed down, until the silence was restored.

  It seems that this incident is just a trivial episode.

  Ranbai sat alone, drank a glass of wine casually, walked like running water, and cold and self-sufficient, acting like he was waiting for someone.

soon,

  There was a knock on the door.

  The girl casually drinks, she is indifferent, her eyes narrowed, "Go in."

  The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in with a sword. First, he glanced around the room before falling on the rigorously sitting girl in white.

  "An assassin just performed an assassination. I was afraid to disturb the girl. I heard that someone broke in in this direction. I wonder if there is something unusual?"

  The seventh day of the seventh day is still stern, but it is rare to say so much in one breath.

  "What is the abnormality?" The white dyed slowly put down the wine glass, the snow-colored silver patterned sleeves dropped gently on the wrist bones, and the fingers were long and beautiful. "It's all clear, it shouldn't be counted."

  Pushing her lips in the seventh day, she said nothing.

"If this is the case, naturally there is not." With one hand supporting the delicate and delicate chin, dyed white is as elegant as an immortal, and has not been affected by this assassination at all. The atmosphere is quiet and the meeting is quiet. Ask: "Is there anything else?"

  On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, there was silence for a while, “The girl pays attention to safety, be careful that the assassin goes and returns, and hurts you with her hand.”

  Dyeing white: "Natural."

   Turned around and walked out of the room on the seventh day of the year, and returned to the study in a few moments with light work, bowed his head and went in, "Master."

   "An assassin was gone, and the rest have been captured."

  The lamp in the corner was smeared with a hazy halo, and the fire was swaying and jumping. The lampshade embroidered with landscape paintings was plated with a layer of light gold, and the light and good-smelling incense rose from Tonglu.

  A layer of warm orange light gathers in the study.

And the lonely, handsome, and honorable prince leaned on the chair of the study at will, slender and white fingers supporting the forehead, long eyelashes hanging lightly in a bewildering arc, and a lazy expression, his eyes faintly fell in front of him. On the chessboard.

  The black and white are staggered and fall, and the picture displayed from above is like a dragon floating in the sky, the situation is magnificent, and every step is shocking, and every drop seems to hide a murderous opportunity.

  And there are no other people in the study.

  Self game.

  Mo Liyan did not speak, nor did he speak on the seventh day of the day, but just stood holding the sword and waited for instructions.

A black and transparent chess piece was played lazily by a man, and it became more and more against the cold white of the fingertips glowing with moonlight. Finally, he dropped a piece on the chess board, and the black chess was placed on the board and made a clear sound. Time, he said: "Kill it."

  Mo Liyan smiled and looked at the chessboard in front of him, but there was no smile deep in his eyes, and his thin lips gently evoked a creepy arc: "Don’t keep alive."

  Seventh day of the year, he answered: "Yes."

  　Happy Dragon Boat Festival, little cuties!

  (End of this chapter)