Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2938 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, love the emperor's family (82)

   "It's not good." Ranbai didn't care about the injuries on King Jin's body, as if she hadn't seen it, even though she stabbed it personally, she just answered Mo Liyan's question calmly.

   threw away the snow-white Jinpa lightly, and smiled: "It's so dirty that it makes me sick."

  The tone is very light, every word, but it seems to contain a thousand kinds of strength.

   hit Mo Liyan's ear fiercely, and told him with such a smile and wanton.

dirty.

nausea.

  Mo Liyan stared at the girl in red without blinking, but she could only see the open smile, besides, she could not see anything else.

do not know why.

  Mo Liyan sounds very harsh.

  He didn’t know why he acted so impulsively at that moment. It was sober or depraved. It was unclear and unclear.

  Perhaps,

  The reason is very simple, but it is to return the wine to the white.

  It’s just that.

   can only be so.

  He sneered, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his thin lips. Perhaps Mo Liyan hadn’t noticed it himself. He didn’t even have the slightest disgust as he imagined. Verbatim: "That really wronged you."

Yen Bai really responded, saying yes, and then looked at Mo Liyan boredly, took two steps forward, and slid down to the dagger three inches above his heart, in front of the prince, quickly and ruthlessly. Pulled out heavy!

  Mo Liyan didn't make a sound, his hands hanging beside him were tightly clenched, and his fingertips were cold white, just watching the girl's movements.

   "Unfortunately, I can't use the dagger anymore." Ran Bai muttered to himself, and kept the dagger beside him, just like the action of throwing a jinpa lightly, just as cool and bored.

  Any point that seems to be contaminated with Mo Liyan can make her hate this.

  And at this moment,

  A palace man walked by carrying a lantern, vaguely smelling a **** smell in the air, and subconsciously looked in that direction.

   Looking at it this way, she screamed: "Ah!" She was so frightened that Huarong was pale, and she tremblingly said: "Yes, there are assassins!"

  The picture that fell in the eyes of the palace at this moment,

  The young prince was blood-stained in his mysterious clothes, indifferent, his expression flickering in the shadow of the trees, not real.

  In front of the prince, there was a girl in red. The red dress looked like blood, as if scorching flames rose suddenly. The pale and beautiful fingers had just thrown a dagger, and the blood stained on it could be seen.

  In the eyes of the palace people,

  This is a shining assassination scene.

Mo Liyan suddenly turned his eyes to the side, his eyes shot like a sharp blade at the palace man who was retreating in fear, and he glanced at the expression in front of him without any change. Speaking in a flat voice, there is an indisputable amount of preciousness.

   "Not an assassin."

   "Get down."

  The palace people widened their eyes. Seeing such a scene, they were all ready to wait for the palace to make a fuss for a while, but she didn't expect to hear Mo Liyan's words, and she was immediately stunned.

   looked at Mo Liyan blankly, and then at Ran Bai.

  If you are not an assassin...

  How to explain the injury on the prince's body.

  The scene just now is clearly what she saw with her own eyes!

  The palace person was confused, but knew that this matter was not easy, and she did not dare to say anything without authorization, but she agreed and tremblingly walked away with the lantern in her hand.

"What do you want me to do?" Ran Bai leaned back lazily, and whistled gently at the little palace lady who was walking away, with a wicked smile at the corner of Yan Ran's lips, "You're pretty bad. "

   "Go back with this king." Mo Liyan stared at Dye Bai, and utterly icy and stubborn, as if he had exhausted his life's patience to tell the girl.

"Mo Liyan." Seeing that palace lady walked away, and no longer see the trembling back, dyed white slowly retracted her eyes, and there was a cold depression and boredom from her condensed eyes: "Are you bored? bother?"

  Even the tone is impatient.

   "I won't find you, so don't bother me in the future."

  Ranbai had a very straight tone and made a conclusion of the exchange, and then constricted his eyes, without even looking at Mo Liyan, he walked directly out of the pavilion.

  At that moment,

  Mo Liyan subconsciously lifted his fingertips.

  He always feels like he has to catch something.

   But at the end,

  The prince's cold fingertips were stiff in the air, motionless, a few inches ahead was the girl's drape across the air, curved like a sharp blade.

  Mo Liyan watched Ran Bai walk by in front of him, and he was standing there without any movement or expression.

  He doesn't know what exactly he should catch.

  The girl's back in the red dress was particularly conspicuous in the night, and gradually moved away from the line of sight. Until the end, the touch of red could not be captured, and completely disappeared from the line of sight.

  Until then,

Mo Liyan suddenly felt an unprecedented panic. It was the kind of panic and panic, as if countless threads were woven together, and he couldn't figure it out. He let his heart be surrounded and dragged. It's uncontrollable, overwhelmed emotions.

Yin Hong's blood slid down the black clothes, and Mo Liyan slowly lowered his eyes to look at the wound on his heart. He still clearly remembered how the girl stabbed in, and remembered every detail of every move. .

  Mo Liyan realized the pain afterwards.

The pain spreading from the mouth of the heart, under a certain severity, seems to be covering up the unnoticeable fine and long tingling deep in the heart, as if it is covered with a layer of cold ice, with the strength of every beating. , The frequency of breathing, it seems that there is a hard tingling accompanied by the broken ice ball.

  He was silent for a while, always standing there in a posture, motionless, like a frozen sculpture.

For a long time,

  Mo Liyan chuckled in a lowly self-consciously, three-pointed cold, three-pointed irony, and the rest was inexplicable emotions.

  He scribbled his wound and thought indifferently while dealing with it calmly.

  I didn’t feel it before,

  It hurts.

  That guy is really ruthless.

  In a few moments, Mo Liyan had so many flashing thoughts passing through his heart.

  The pavilion with only one person left, it was cold and empty, and the cold wind blew quickly, the branches and leaves swayed and rustled, and the dim shadows swaying left and right on the ground added three points of loneliness.

King Jin, who has always been high in the eyes of outsiders, suddenly leaned down after being quiet for a long time, knelt on one knee and half on the ground, put one hand on his knee at random, and only picked up the other hand and was dyed white at random. Play with the wine glass on the ground in the palm of your hand.

  (End of this chapter)