Chapter 2989

Mo Liyan suddenly felt that his behavior was very funny.

What does it have to do with him to take back what she engraved at any time.

Young Jin Wang tore the neckline open again without a word. That exquisite brand was exposed in the air, the clavicle was cold and hard, and the skin was white.

He curled up with one hand, gently against the corner of his lips, looked sideways, and his side face was sharp. He didn't look at dyed white. He was so indifferent, like cold ice.

Ranbai took the dagger in her hand, looked at Mo Liyan, and didn't speak. Instead, she supported King Jin closer, and took the dagger. It was cold in the night. Her fingertips moved, and the invisible black fog slowly infected the dagger until it finally disappeared. The dagger tip was dark.

Dyed white and drooping eyes, the slender eyelashes covered the look of the fundus of the eyes. Finally, I looked at the brand that had been drawn by myself, and there was no fluctuation in my heart.

It seems that everything has passed.

In retrospect, even a little boredom did not exist.

Whether it's her,

Or Mo Liyan.

In fact, they are all the same people.

That's all.

What is the feeling of the dagger scratched on the skin one after another deep into the bone marrow.

Only Mo Liyan knows best.

The blood gushed out, and the thick white bones could be seen. They quickly dyed their clothes red, and fainted and dyed a large amount of scarlet and shocking blood.

Mo Liyan's knuckles stretched out a terrible white, but he didn't say a word of pain. He was so silent and cold. He cut off all his emotions. He was as deep and indifferent as ever. A little action would reveal a bit of dangerous hostility.

But he didn't resist, not at all, and let ran Bai scratch his clavicle with a dagger, almost blood gushing and bone cracking.

This time,

He is willing.

Dyeing white moves quickly and quickly. Every time he cuts, he is very cruel. He will wipe out the once sharp brush himself.

Dyeing white feels a little strange.

Mingming just now Mo Liyan has been saying pain when he didn't start, but now he doesn't say a word when he starts.

But she didn't think too much about it, just focused on the action in her hand.

The blood spread and flowed in the hands of the girl general and King Jin. It was a soul stirring color.

Until it's over,

Ran Bai took the dagger and threw it aside. She wiped her hand with a brocade handkerchief.

"Well," she said calmly, "it won't leave a wound. It will be fine in a day. King Jin can rest assured."

Mo Liyan endured the pain, and his side face was pale without blood color. It was like a storm in the deep sea at night that drowned and swallowed him. The Snow White Damask covered his eyes, which made people more unable to see his expression.

Just,

When ranbai was saying that sentence, suddenly, King Jin suddenly hugged her from behind. It was a very possessive attitude, like encircling his own possessions.

Mo Liyan's pale jaw was against the girl's general's shoulder, and his back was sweating. He was almost annihilated by severe pain, but he still held dye white very hard.

This spring is particularly cold. The night wind is wrapped in bursts of coolness, and the lights are out.

With all his looks, he disappeared in the dark.

"Get up." dyed white eyes, with an unhappy and cold tone.

"The third night, will you accompany me?" Mo Liyan refused to let go. The voice line was very dumb because of forbearance, but he still fell in her ear and said calmly and stubbornly, "I was waiting for you on the mountain during the Xu movement. You must come."

Ranbai calmed down for a moment and didn't answer Mo Liyan's words. Instead, she impatiently broke off King Jin and circled her hand and stood up.

He said, "if you don't speak, I'll take it as a promise."

Ran Bai glanced at him coldly, but she still didn't open her mouth. She was stained with blood. She couldn't accept her habitual cleanliness, so she left the room.

The green light shines on the wall, and the light and shadow are dim.

For three days in a row, except for a few small episodes, it was probably the most peaceful and peaceful.

It is worth mentioning that,

There is mo Liyan. Many things don't need to be handled by dye white. It always makes dye white feel strange.

Even if Mo Liyan wanted to please her for a certain purpose, it wouldn't be like this.

Especially these three days... Mo Liyan didn't do anything except being around her.

This is quite different from what dye Bai expected.

Until the night of the third day,

——The third night, will you accompany me?

——I'll wait for you on the mountain at noon. You must come.

These two words echoed in ranbai's ears and repeated countless times.

This is mo Liyan's last mobile phone meeting.

Of course she's going.

Otherwise, how can we know the purpose of Mo Liyan.

Ranbai carelessly thinks that the young girl general rode a war horse and ran out of the city all the way through the night.

Her face looked cold in the night.

And just then,

There was a panting voice behind him: "general, wait a minute!"

It's the soldier's voice.

Ran Bai reined in the war horse and looked back a little.

The soldier quickly dismounted and ran over. He handed the envelope in his hand to the long princess on the horse. "This is from childe Xie. Please have a look at it."

Ranbai took it over impatiently, opened it directly, and then took a look at ten lines at a glance.

After a few seconds,

Her eyes gradually deepened, and her expression could not be seen in the dark, but it was dangerous.

That piece of snow-white neat stationery was gradually rubbed and wrinkled in the dyed white hand, and finally turned into a mass of waste paper.

"Go up the mountain to find someone. Bai Ling's eyes are tied." ran Bai's voice is very weak. The letter paper is crushed in her actions and ashes disappear. Her side face lines are extremely sharp and her figure is cold. She can't hide her dangerous breath in the dark. "Tell him, don't wait, and don't tell me who is behind the scenes."

The soldier nodded. "OK, general." the answer was resounding.

Ran Bai tightened the reins and turned the horse in the opposite direction. He left like an arrow leaving the string in the wind and lightning!

"White Ling eyes, white Ling eyes..." the soldier said these four words several times and rode up the mountain.

The night was frosty and deep, with the bright moonlight and three thousand stars guiding the road ahead.

At the top of the mountain,

There was a man standing.

The back is lonely, cold and arrogant, which is easy to associate with the lone wolf.

His back is straight and lonely.

The man was dressed in black cloud pattern and stood on the top of the mountain. His clothes were floating. He hunted and generated the wind, like a God's residence.

Standing here is like standing at the highest place in the world. You can look up at the vast night sky, dotted with stars around the moon and falling light all night, just like the star disk rotating and the Milky Way flowing, showing a deep and quiet beauty;

You can also overlook the distant mountains, rivers and vast heaven and earth, which is the most boundless natural universe.