Chapter 2889

"Naturally," ran Bai still asked, "so what's the matter?"

Mo Liyan's expression was colder. Even the surrounding breath was gloomy, like the dark sky with wind and rain coming. He looked at dye's white eyes.

Then he suddenly sneered, took out a snow-white brocade handkerchief and wiped the strange touch left on the palm of his hand. It was cold and disgusting. He wiped it very hard and stared at dyeing white, as if he was not wiping the palm of his hand, but crushing the girl.

Finally threw away the brocade handkerchief and said, "it seems that you still know yourself."

"As you are now, the king can't expect you to do anything." Mo Liyan glanced around at ranbai. He was very upset at the bottom of his heart, and his face became colder and colder: "naturally, there's no need to say more."

"HMM." ranbai looked at the door that was kicked down and thought about something else: "I kicked your study, King Jin, and you kicked the door of Zhaoyun Pavilion. Are we clear?"

"All the flowers and trees in King Jin's house belong to the king. Now you tell the king that you are clear?" Mo Liyan seemed to hear something funny and sneered: "is it the attack of Gu poison that made you confused?"

He took a leisurely look at the mess around him, and finally looked at the wound on ranbai's body. He drew it with a dagger. He could see that Mo Liyan's thin lips made a three-point mocking arc. There was some irony: "OK, Ling Bai, you can still play."

Ranbai has no intention to argue with Mo Liyan about this. She said plainly, "I'm flattered by the Lord."

Mo Liyan told her word by word: "don't die, your life is the king's, understand?"

He suddenly thought of something, like a rising tide, his eyes provoked the radian of evil, and his low cold voice said to her carelessly: "say a word to the king."

"What do you want to hear?"

Mo Liyan didn't hesitate. He bent down and half knelt in front of her. He was noble and elegant to the extreme indifference. He stared into the girl's eyes and said in a straightforward tone: "never betray King Jin's house."

The thought and value he spent on her has exceeded Mo Liyan's budget, which is unexpected. Mo Liyan always hates accidents.

Dyed white approached slightly, and her breath was cold: "why is this sentence?"

Mo Liyan told her that there was no reason.

The 15th New Moon is very round, the moonlight is very white, and the moonlight is also very gentle. It jumps from the half open window lattice of the room to the ground, jumping and mottled.

Dyed white fundus is a thin and broken moonlight, indulged in it and rippling, Hao soul is shaking.

She said, "never betray -"

Spit out a word.

"You."

A very short and plain sentence.

Let her say a word,

Also changed a few words.

Tut.

But it doesn't sound like a difference,

Generally speaking, Mo Liyan is still somewhat satisfied, so he rarely shows a light smile, which seems to be the third unique color in the world between the light and fog of lamps and the gentle moonlight.

"That's good." he did not mean to praise. His thin lips made a slight arc. Some evil spirits flowed through them. He said such a sentence like coaxing a pet. His voice was low and magnetic, some were slightly hoarse, and it sounded good.

After getting the answer he wanted, Mo Liyan stood up with one hand holding the armrest on the red sandalwood seat and said calmly: "this is the effect of controlling heart Gu. It will produce spirituality in the first oath after your first attack of Gu poison."

"That is to say -" Mo Liyan smiled calmly: "Ling Bai, don't betray the king."

"If the king doesn't kill you, you will die." at this time, he was shocked by the tenderness, as if it was an illusion, but it was addictive. The smile in Ling's narrow Danfeng eyes was just vain, and the emperor's smile was cold and affectionate.

"King Jin is very willing." ranbai thought rationally and wasted such a good thing on her. Isn't it a loss?

If it were her,

She will at least choose a person who is more powerful to the overall situation and interests. She doesn't feel that Mo Liyan has any absolute value in her.

Mo Liyan glanced at her, said he left, and then walked out of the room without any nostalgia. His back was straight and beautiful, and his ice thick black clothes were particularly slim.

Ran Bai stared at the man's back, took another look at the blood on the ground and paused a little.

Finally determined.

Blood is his.

The man was hurt.

Such an idea wandered in my mind for a moment and disappeared.

After Mo Liyan came out of King Jin's house, he went directly into the palace to recover his life. He knew that because of the midway delay, Mo Qingcang would not let him go easily, but he was not in a hurry to enter the palace.

The night is deep now,

The moon became brighter and brighter on the 15th, and the stars surrounded the new moon.

And Mo Liyan walked through the palace road with red tiles and white walls and came all the way to the outside of the emperor's study.

He walked calmly and dignified. Every step was very calm and steady. He lifted his right hand and pressed the wound on his left shoulder without expression. Blood penetrated from the gauze and stained on his fingertips.

In fact, the wound has been very painful, but Mo Liyan has long been used to it. He doesn't rare to show any weakness in front of others. Even if he dies half his life, he can be indifferent for a time.

The pain of flesh and blood rolling was unbearable, but he seemed unable to feel it. He pressed it like self abuse according to the place of the wound, and took a long time to take back his eyes.

It's not that Mo Liyan is idle and bored, but that the toxicity on concealed weapons has already begun to spread uncontrollably. It's not a poison of severe pain, but another kind of fine and long pain that can't be ignored and trembles at every nerve end. Together with the consciousness, it seems dark and heavy, and the sharp pain in the mind seems to be pricked by long needles, There was a faint sense of uncontrollability.

There is no time to detoxify.

He can't fall either.

You can only make yourself rational in this way.

Half of his shoulders were red with blood, and his complexion was white. He had an indescribable and thrilling beauty, like a god of death reborn from hell.

In front of the study,

obviously,

Someone has been waiting for him to come.

"King Jin, you are here." the eunuch manager looked at the figure coming step by step and narrowed his eyes to meet him.

"Where's father?" Mo Liyan took a look at the study. There was no trace of light and shadow in it. The light had gone out, but someone was still waiting for him. He coldly withdrew his eyes and asked.

Thinking of Mo Qingcang's orders, the eunuch manager hardened his head and said to Mo Liyan, "the emperor was here waiting for King Jin. But I heard that you were the master without authorization and disobeyed the will. When you returned to Beijing, the emperor was very angry. King Jin, you also know that you don't respect the will..."