Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3000 Start by step: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family has been in love (144)

  It’s just that it’s too late to think about anything. Mo Qingcang suppressed his temper and said majesticly, "It's okay."

  Mo Liyan nodded slightly, turned around faintly, and sat calmly in his position. All his movements were like running water, and his expression was indifferent.

  But no one will know,

  How hard his hands tucked in his large black cuffs, his nails embedded in flesh and blood, and his knuckles were white.

  The snow-white blouse clung to the straight line of the back, with cold sweat from behind.

  The pain of his poisonous attacks turned into countless sharp blades pierced into his body, every inch of it was killing every inch, almost bloody, bones and liver and intestines were broken.

  He forced himself to swallow the blood overflowing from his throat, forcing himself to remain absolutely awake and rational.

  Mo Liyan's position is directly opposite to Ranbai, so he can see each other directly.

  The distance is not too close, enough for Mo Liyan to see the girl's picturesque brows and cold expression.

  His eyes were always entangled with the figure, never moved a half away, and met his white eyes.

  The girl general has a faint expression, is clear and sensible, and looks extremely cold.

  Mo Liyan endured the severe pain, suddenly chuckled, his thin lips lightly opened and there was no sound.

He said.

--I am coming.

  The attack of poison this time happened to be the twenty-fourth month, the end of two years, and the beginning of another round of torture.

Perhaps because of this, the Heart Control Gu broke out in the daytime, and the pain in it was a thousand times that of the past 23 months, as if all the pain was superimposed on top of the mountains and the sea was swept toward him, like a stormy sea. The high tide of the deep sea was submerged, swallowed, and annihilated.

  After all, Mo Liyan underestimated the pain of Heart Controlling Gu poison, and it was delayed for a long time.

  But in any case, he must come, he must.

  He personally promised to dye white,

  He will never break his promise.

  In order to prevent others from seeing the half-differentiation, Mo Liyan attacked himself again before he came, and used serious trauma to cover up the strangeness of the poison.

  People just saw King Jin’s pale and cold side face, and heard occasional low coughing, as if they were depressing and restraining something.

  They all admired that being seriously injured, they still insisted on coming to the palace banquet, and they didn’t know what it was for.

  Yan Bai understood the silent spoken language very clearly, she stared at the figure in black clothes opposite, and something strange appeared in her heart.

  It's not because of other things, but because of doubts.

   questioned what happened to Mo Liyan.

  I don’t know if it’s an illusion, maybe it's related to her.

Mo Liyan looked at the person on the other side like that. Although it was only an unspeakable distance, it always felt far away. King Jin slowly held up the wine glass, his slender fingers were too cold and white at this moment, and the knuckles were stretched. It was cold, but he didn't seem to have noticed it, and he just picked up the glass full of wine with all his strength, and respected the direction of dyed white.

Dyeing white, I saw King Jin’s expression gentle, with picturesque brows and thin lips, which seemed to be a small smile, which was different from the cold and sharpness in the past, and it was a very faint smile. Just like that, he was obsessed with the wine glass and respected her direction. .

  Dyeing Bai just looked so coldly, without any movement.

  In the hall where the light and shadows gathered, but she did not raise a glass, Mo Liyan kept looking at her with a smile and insisted on drinking, maintaining that action.

  It’s been a long time, and someone has noticed this scene.

  Finally dyed white, still a little impatiently, took the wine, scribbled, and drank it immediately.

  Mo Liyan lowered his eyes, drank the glass of strong wine, the liquor poured directly into his throat, like a sharp blade rubbing, there was a burning pain, but he was content.

  The cold pain is like a sword running through the internal organs, every minute and every second is torment, as if it is a countdown to life, and can not be seen by others, disguised as a breezy surface.

  The suffocation rushes in, and every breath is fatal.

  And King Jin has not moved his expression, his consciousness is extremely clear and firm, unmatched, unshakable, like an ancient sword piercing the mountains and rivers, never breaking.

  The piercing pain spread everywhere, as if the pain had died, and the body began to become numb, and I began to get used to this surge, not myself anymore.

  But Mo Liyan was staring at the red figure on the opposite side from beginning to end. A pair of deep and fierce black eyes reflected the white shadow, as if reflecting his world, as if he wanted to carve this person in his bones.

  In the icy pain, his heart is still beating for a person, which is an indelible mark.

  Clearly, a person's name emerges clearly.

  ——Dye white

It is a thread of love that will always be cut continuously, like a trickle flowing slowly, it has quietly gathered in the cold and barren heart before it is not aware of it, and it has been quietly gathered in the cold and deserted heart. Another powerful heartbeat gradually became apparent until it finally merged into the deep sea and completely occupied the heart.

   is an obsession that cannot be let go of in a lifetime.

  Mo Liyan was meditating repeatedly, impatient, and entangled countless times.

  He looked at his sweetheart in cold pain, and read her name.

  Mo Liyan has never been so sober for a moment, and has never understood it like this before.

he loves her.

  On this side, Yin Baimo said: "Let her play."

  The guard who did not know when he had come back nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

   "Mo Liyan's injury...Do you understand?" Xie Jinshu suddenly turned to his side and asked Ranbai in a low voice.

   Dyeing white: "It looked like a trauma before, but I'm not sure now."

  Xie Jinshu squinted his eyes and said nothing.

  The palace feast is still going on,

  And at this moment,

  A round of dancers retired, the scene fell into a momentary void, and then—

  The rain of fine floral flowers fluttered down in the sky, like a fairyland in a dream.

  The sound of bells is from far to near.

  In the center of several dancers, a girl in a white snow robe walked in. The girl looked like an immortal in white, covered with white sand, and only revealed a pair of pierced eyes, which was already exciting.

  There were some amazing sounds at the palace banquet.

  And the girl smiled slightly, and danced lightly to the sound of the music.

  Clothes and Pianfeijian jumped lightly onto the palms of countless dancers! The slender waist bends back with a soft arc, and a pair of clear eyes are shy and timid, like autumn water.

   "Changqing dance is pretty good." Xie Jinshu smiled: "It's a pity."

   Dye Bai looked at the stunning dance in the center with some leisure and elegance, his tone was cold and calm: "It's not bad."

  It wasn't until the end of a dance that the dreamlike girl in white slowly stopped spinning, her snow sleeves covered her face, her eyes were clear and radiant, looking forward to brilliance.

  The temperament is gentle and elegant without losing the atmosphere, and the extravagance is natural.

  'S voice is as soft as the flower of the three springs, the moon of the summer night, indescribably soft and warm, and magnanimous.

   "Changqing pays homage to the emperor."

  (End of this chapter)