Chapter 2929: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (Seventy)

Everything looks familiar,

But the familiar feeling in my heart faded, disappeared, and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that after the curtain, everything will be like that.

The girl's eyes were cold and dead, lingering with traces of pale color, she only glanced at it, and lowered her long eyelashes again, without answering a word.

But Mo Liyan had already got the answer.

He suddenly sneered, the smile did not hit the bottom of his eyes, he was merciless and cold, the pain on the collarbone was constantly reminding Mo Liyan what absurd things had gone through, he pulled his thin lips, quite indifferent asked her, "Isn't it cheap?"

like this,

Put it in front of Mo Liyan,

It's so cheap and cheap that it can be shredded at any time.

"Yeah." Ranbai squinted his eyes calmly, thinking for a while, his fingertips tapped on the blade with a cold light, "Yeah, blame me for seeing the wrong person. "

The girl's reaction was not quite what Mo Liyan thought, but he didn't care either.

He just leaned over slowly, half-kneeling on one knee on the ground, carefully and critically looking at the person in front of him from a head-up angle, his eyes were surprisingly pale, and the arc of his thin lips was sneering and mocking.

"It was this king who saw the wrong person."

He stared at that face, met the girl's peach blossom eyes, and said indifferently, "I thought you were different from others, but now it seems..."

"It doesn't make any difference."

"Equally disgusting."

Mo Liyan spoke word by word, word by word, and said the most ruthless and cold words in the most gentle and light tone.

Just like that, with a calm attitude and an understatement, she rejected all her past intentions in an instant.

attribute to,

Just like everyone else, just as disgusting.

Trample the once sincere heart in the deepest part of the dust.

Ranbai smiled lightly, "It's King Jin who never saw me clearly." He stopped, but he didn't care: "But, forget it."

everything is over,

There's no point in talking about this.

Mo Liyan didn't care what Ranbai said, let alone what that sentence meant. In his opinion, it was never Ranbai's decision whether everything was over or not.

However, it is very obvious that they rarely have a tacit understanding, that is, they are not interested in this topic and continue to talk about it.

So Mo Liyan made a cold voice, and a cold chill poured out from her thin lips.

It seems like a raging snowstorm in a winter night, asking word by word without any temperature: "Where is the antidote?"

"What's the antidote?" Ranbai and Mo Liyan looked at each other, but they were not affected in the slightest. Instead, they asked casually, showing no concern.

"Don't pretend to be ignorant with this king." Mo Liyan ran out of patience, his eyes filled with absolute murderous intent in the dark, and the words were poisoned and stabbed like sharp knives in his heart: "What have you done? , you know best."

The door of the dark room was already closed by Mo Liyan, no light penetrated in, and everything around was only darkness.

The atmosphere was almost condensed.

There was a tit-for-tat confrontation between the two.

Ranbai told him a fact with the slightest fear: "So, there is no antidote."

The words she carved,

can never be destroyed.

In a depressing atmosphere filled with murderous intent, she made a bold and indifferent movement, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the man's collar neatly, and in a split second rudely and recklessly pulled his collar apart, which could be clearly seen. The deep imprint of abstinence and lust on the other party's fair and delicate collarbone has a kind of abusive beauty that wants to be ravaged and destroyed.

You can also see the scars around it clearly, they are deep, and you can see the ruthlessness of the person who did it. It is not made of dyed white, dyed white never treats one of its own works of art like this, and it is still a very perfect item.

That can only be done by Mo Liyan. As for the purpose of dyeing white, you can know that it must be to destroy the brand, that's all.

Dianbai looked at all this without looking, and felt a little unhappy.

This kind of displeasure is not aimed at Mo Liyan's injury, it will hurt.

But for a piece of art she made herself with signs of damage around it, not so pleasing to the eye.

"Why is King Jin not good?" She squinted her eyes, her eyes were dark and unclear, and her dark emotions slowly moved, her expression remained unchanged, and her tone was slightly cold.

"Ling Bai, don't be disgusting with this king." Mo Liyan was forced to lean over, he supported the wall behind the girl with one hand, and his whole body was almost pressed into dyed white.

The stigma that was regarded as a shame was exposed to the culprit like this, causing an uncontrollable cold anger in his heart, and his slender and distinct fingers tightly grasped the slender wrist of the girl, as if the next second would It was broken, his eyes were red like blood, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Either tell this king how to destroy it, or—"

He stared at her coldly, undisguised killing intent.

"Take your life in exchange."

In such a heavy and depressing atmosphere, the bone-piercing pain from the wrist was dyed white, but he didn't care much. He just stared at the white word intently, brushed the line of Mo Liyan's collarbone with his fingertips, and gently rubbed his fingertips inch by inch. The outline of the font has an astringent feeling of abstinence.

Mo Liyan's body froze, and his clenched fingers almost trembled and loosened.

The cold, snow-like temperature of the girl's fingertips pressed close to the surface of the skin, passing as finely as electric current, causing unfamiliar tremors for no reason.

He mercilessly pulled away his white-stained hand, rubbed the position of his collarbone forcefully, and hooked his fingertips to his lower neckline to cover the brand of his collarbone.

"How much does King Jin hate it? You don't mind burning your body with jade and stone, tossing yourself like that." Ranbai wasn't annoyed at all, she withdrew her admiring gaze, and looked at Mo Liyan with a half-smile.

Mo Liyan didn't speak.

Dyeing Bai was slow and unconcerned. Every sentence he uttered seemed neither light nor heavy, neither painful nor itchy, but it was like a sharp blade, falling on Mo Liyan's ear, and every sentence was a provocative irony.

"That's right, after all, King Jin, who is aloof, can't bear to be marked as a person's possessions, and it's normal to regard it as a shame."

The girl clicked her tongue, smiled evilly, and said to the darkness and arrogance: "That's a pity, I'm afraid King Jin can only be forced to accept it. It doesn't matter if you can't accept it, you can't destroy it, right?"

At the moment when the voice fell,

The girl was slammed against the wall by Mo Liyan, his movements were ruthless, his expression was cold, and he looked at the white eyes, killing every inch.

Being stared at by such eyes is like being suddenly pushed from the edge of the cliff into the abyss. There is no point to support, and you can only let yourself sink and sink again and again.

But Ranbai chuckled lightly, as if he had discovered something very interesting, and asked calmly, "Is King Jin angry?"