Chapter 2925: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (Sixty-Six)

late at night.

Outside the window, swords and swords rained, and thunder rolled.

The dagger in the window was cold and condensed.

The shower was mixed with the violent wind beating against the windows, and the indoor blue light was shining on the wall, the light was dim, and there was no warmth at all.

Another "Boom!" thunder exploded, hitting the eardrum unexpectedly, as if hitting the bottom of my heart, with a heart-pounding sound.

Faced with my current situation,

Mo Liyan didn't have any panic at all. He leaned there coldly and calmly, watching the dyed white movements, a mocking arc swept across his lips, "Why, do you want to kill this king?"

This is said in the past,

He humiliated her so much, and she wanted to get revenge on him.

Very natural thing.

Even when the young prince talked about matters concerning his own life and death, he was calm and arrogant.

Even if he is controlled by others, his coldness and sharpness are not reduced by half.

"I won't kill you." The silver light of the flipped dagger flickered in the girl's eyes. She gave such an answer with a light smile, without a tone of concealment or resentment.

Ranbai held the dagger in one hand, while the other hand supported the young prince's side, leaned over and approached the past, the distance between the two gradually shortened, she looked down at Xuanyi's indifferent figure, and the pair of The deep and sharp eyes met.

After a while of silence,

Using a dagger, she opened the neckline of the man's icy black clothes in a very slow manner, revealing a small piece of fair skin, and the line of the collarbone was looming.

Ranbai watched quietly, his hands kept moving, indifferently and elegantly used a dagger to lift his coat and slip it to his shoulders, and the neat dagger cut through the buttons of the snow-white tunic.

Mo Liyan's expression was shrouded in shadows, and he stared at the girl above with gloomy eyes, and his long and slender fingers hanging down to his side tried to exert force, even the knuckles were terrifyingly white, but it was still difficult. Control power.

No strength at all.

but,

What Ranbai is doing at the moment has completely touched the bottom line of Mo Liyan.

"Ling Bai." Mo Liyan's voice poured out thousands of miles of chill, faintly revealing cruelty, ruthless indifference, and with the unique nobleness of the superior, "Don't force this king to kill you."

If she really dared to do anything to him today,

He couldn't take half a step out of King Jin's mansion.

"It doesn't matter." Ranbai said softly to him indifferently: "King Jin can kill if he wants to."

"Are you threatening me now, are you afraid?" The girl tilted her eyes.

Her brows and eyes were curved, and she had a cold and morbid sense of pleasure, even though she didn't distinguish the panicked mood from Mo Liyan's expression.

Mo Liyan: "Huh."

Ranbai didn't speak any more, just pierced Mo Liyan's clothes with a dagger, half-fading it on his shoulders, exposing all the collarbones of the young prince's shoulders.

He was born beautiful, with all his splendor, and everything was perfect. He was a natural work of art.

The icy black clothes contrasted with his fair and clear complexion, giving him a cold sense of abstinence and a seductive beauty.

The line of the clavicle is clear, delicate and charming, extending on both sides of the shoulders, and the shoulder line is cold and beautiful.

The skin was exposed to the air, and it felt a little cool to the touch, and the muscles and bones trembled.

Mo Liyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy and cold. He tried to exercise again and again, and a sharp tingling sensation slammed into the meridians, causing colic pain in the internal organs, but he had no scruples. Just like this, the consciousness of holding hands.

"Don't try too hard, it can't be solved." Ranbai watched this scene calmly, and the white fingertips brushed the blood that overflowed from the corner of the prince's lips, "Why bother."

"So?" Mo Li Yanming looked at her with sneering sarcasm, "What do you want to do?"

Ranbai paused for a while, and the strength of her grip on the dagger trembled violently due to the impact of the poisonous poison spreading. Blood, knowing that he really doesn't have much time, just lowered his eyes, his pale lips fell on Mo Liyan's collarbone, and he kissed lightly.

The cold breath and the unfamiliar touch made Mo Liyan's eyes contain a bit of unconcealed disgust in addition to the cold savagery.

"It might hurt a bit, but it's okay, just bear with it, you'll be fine soon." She murmured, her grip on the dagger tightening continuously, her palms turning a deep red.

Mo Liyan quickly understood what Ranbai wanted to do in the middle of the night with a dagger to drug him and break into his bedroom.

In the middle of the night, the cold rain knocked on the window, and the storm was overwhelming, and it crashed against the window, slamming the world mercilessly.

The blade of the dagger was incomparably sharp, flashing with penetrating silver light, which could kill people in the blink of an eye.

Then,

Ranbai took the dagger, and the tip of the knife touched Mo Liyan's fair collarbone, and blood beads ooze out due to the force.

She didn't care whether Mo Liyan would hurt or not, and she didn't care about Mo Liyan's life or death, but she was very focused and stubbornly grasped the dagger and slashed it on the young prince's collarbone, as if carving With a work of art, gentle and elegant indifference.

The dagger cut through the flesh and blood, close to the bones, and carved sharp and smooth strokes on the collarbone.

dim light,

The severe pain was better than the overwhelming attack like Ling Chi, the blood gushing frantically from the surrounding area carved by the dagger, the strong smell of blood permeated the air, and large tracts of blood flowed down Mo Liyan's collarbone. A certain thrilling beauty appeared on the originally fair skin.

The red blood stained the dagger, the girl's slender hands, and Mo Liyan's clothes.

Mo Liyan suddenly clenched the fingers hanging on his side, his knuckles stretched out a terrifying color due to the pain and force, his eyes were cold and cruel, like the blade of the world quenched with violent poison, tumbling almost The ice-cold gloom that destroyed the sky and the earth, every word spat out from between the lips and teeth, as if it had brushed the blade of a knife and saw blood, oozing with anger that could not be concealed: "Ling Bai, you are courting death!"

The movement of dyeing white was smooth and smooth from beginning to end. Even though her whole body was engulfed by blood-like pain, she could still endure it. Pale was stubborn and stubborn, and locked onto the picture she carved. Holding the dagger, he scribbled without hesitation.

every knife,

Carved into the flesh.

Heart-piercing pain.

finally,

finished.

There is a very deep brand on the left shoulder and collarbone of the young prince.

It is a font carved with a dagger.

White.

An existence that can never be erased.

The dyed white was half lying on Mo Liyan's body, the shadows in his eyes were dazzling, and the black mist lingered, like the most unfathomable vortex.

She was very satisfied with her work, with extreme and morbid joy in her expression, laughter overflowed in a low voice, and even gently kissed the bloody words that had been carved out of her life's obsessions. The bloody lips touched Mo Liyan's ear, and the hoarse voice was calm: "King Jin will spend the rest of his life with this brand."