Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3012 Starts at every step: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family has been in love (156)

   And he carefully guarded the Bing Linghua with one hand, while the other hand gripped the dagger tightly, and turned it over out of thin air. For that moment, his whole body fell into the cliff. The black robe hunts the wind in the harsh wind and snow, and the arc across the air is like an ice blade!

There were blood stains in his hands, dense white bones, ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain of bone erosion, like a sharp blade piercing his flesh and blood over and over, crushing his finger bones, the intense pain aroused the tremor of every nerve ending, but the ink Li Yan couldn't let go, because once let go, he would fall directly down the bottomless cliff.

  Xuan Jimo Liyan, with the help of the dagger inserted in the snow, threw through the air with all his strength, throwing himself on the cliff again!

All this is only a matter of a few seconds, but there are fatal killings everywhere, and the slightest carelessness will be broken to pieces, and he is looking for opportunities, dangerous, and every action appears in his mind accurately in a blink of an eye. Calmly calculated countless times.

However,

  All this is far from over.

  Because Mo Liyan was still standing on the edge of death after he escaped from death.

  He heard...the cry of wolves very close to him.

King Jin moved his fingertips slightly, and raised his eyes indifferently. His long, narrow and deep eyes reflected the wind and snow, and reflected the thrilling scene on the edge of the cliff.

  Dozens of snow wolves surrounded the cliff in groups, gradually approaching him, making a low roar, those green eyes, which belonged to the ferocity and cruelty of wild beasts.

   And Mo Liyan was only alone, and a dagger, even more severely injured.

  This time,

  Can he survive?

   Even in the face of his own death and adversity, Mo Liyan still did not show any depression.

  He just watched this scene calmly, calmly drew out the dagger from the snow, stood up calmly, and then—

  As always, face this kind of scene calmly.

  The snow wolf screamed at him, and the predator's eagerness filled the air, a factor of violence and silent murder.

  Beside the cliffs, in the freezing wind, and under heavy snow in the sky, His Royal Highness King Jin stood in jade, slender and lonely, with fluttering clothes, hunting and hunting wind, trance, like the gods of the nine heavens.

  Mo Liyan's life,

  The desperation faced is countless. There are countless deaths.

  He survives in murder, and he grows in conspiracy.

  When is it not, to find a life in the dead?

  Late night on the high mountains,

  The snow capsized, and the cold wind howled.

  A cold moon is bleak, and the night is long.

"Da da da……"

   is the sound of footsteps after another.

   Numerous times, she fell feebly on the snow, and her body was covered with ice and snow.

  Hardly and stubbornly got up countless times, against the cold storm and snow, continued to move forward, struggling.

He was covered with bruises and blood dripping. The blood on his body had begun to dry and freeze. The wound was torn apart by the cold wind and it became more painful. He was like the last demon walking out of the abyss, but he always carefully guarded the intact in his arms. Things, for fear of damage.

  It was glowing with faint blue light in the night, melting ice and snow.

   is impressively——

  Bing Ling grass!

  He survived after all.

  Half life was exhausted.

  Even in such a situation, his expression is still lonely and elegant, cold and arrogant, and calm.

  His eyebrows are picturesque, his temperament is deep, like an abyss, like a cold pool, like an ancient sword.

  Mo Liyan opened his eyes and looked straight into the distance. The road ahead is long, with ice and snow along the way, and at the end of the distance is invisible darkness, like a sleeping beast that can swallow people.

   is far away without seeing any hope.

  Wang Jin Wang step by step, walking hard and slowly.

  His purpose is very simple and pure.

  He wants to find her, he wants to go back, and he wants to give her Bing Lingcao.

  At this moment, in this world, it seems that only the endless long road and the endless snow are with him.

  The pain of poisonous poisonous heart pierced the bone, the wound on his body was extremely painful, and his fingers were stained with blood.

   And Mo Liyan walked forward without hesitation, even if the blood surged and the bones were cracked, his liver and intestines were broken, life was better than death in severe colic, his body seemed to be torn apart over and over again, painful and numb. A heart seemed to be pierced severely by the cold wind, riddled with holes, blood flowing, barren and cold and difficult to attach.

   But deep in his heart, there is always such a clean, spotless location, it is unparalleled warmth, is an irreplaceable obsession.

   is sober, firm, unshakable forever, and even unforgettable.

  In the vast world, the mountains and rivers are frozen for 90,000 miles, and the freezing wind rolls up the ice and snow and soars to the nine heavens!

  In this world,

  Who is not, nine dead for a lifetime?

  A lonely body, a happy heart.

Can,

  He is not a **** after all.

  When Mo Liyan felt that he might not be able to see Yen Bai, he had already begun to calmly think about any other solutions in his mind.

  But in the vast world, he is the only one.

  What should he do?

  Fate is really hard to control.

  Mo Liyan chuckled lowly, supporting his mind, struggling to walk, and walking against the snow.

until--

  He saw two people.

  "My son, are you sure that the princess is here?"

   "Of course she is."

   "Now it's like this outside, why doesn't the princess return?"

  "Stop talking nonsense, and find it for my son."

  A few conversations drifted in the freezing cold wind, and gradually shattered.

"Mo Liyan...?" Xie Jinshu was a little startled. He was not surprised to meet Mo Liyan here. After all, he also knew that King Jin chased the assassin out, but what really surprised him... is Mo Liyan's current situation.

  Who can hurt the ink so much?

Mo Liyan paused, those ling narrow eyes looked at Xie Jinshu coldly. After several choices, he would stay in his arms forever. Even when he was fighting with a snow wolf, he had not splashed a drop of blood on the Bing Linghua, and handed it to Xie Jinshu.

  This is the only option now.

  He at least believes that Xie Jinshu will not be detrimental to Ranbai under such circumstances.

"Give it to her." Even though the whole body was hurt, because of the inherent indifferent and noble high-ranking aura, he forcibly supported a deep and cold aura. King Jin's voice was dumb, as if with a blade. .

   Needless to say,

  Xie Jinshu has understood.

  Mo Liyan took the initiative to find him, and it was only possible that it had something to do with that person.

Nowadays,

   is fifteen.

  "She may be in the cave." The reason for using the word "possible" is because Mo Liyan is not sure whether the person will leave halfway, but indifferently told Xie Jinshu the specific direction.

Xie Jinshu was silent, and took Bing Linghua without saying a word. The moment he took it, he could see King Jin’s scarred hands, and even the blood-stained bones. Xie Jinshu’s movements were instantly stiff. .

  (End of this chapter)