Chapter 3013: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of the Emperor (One Hundred and Fifty-Four)

Dyeing white: "..."

She chuckled lightly, with a faint smile on the corners of her eyes and brows, and the corners of her lips half hooked into a sinister arc: "Can you find some truthful reasons for deceiving people?"

I knew it was such a reaction... So he never said it, and even he himself felt that he would not believe it. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

She wiped her lips, knowing that she couldn't get any answer, and didn't ask any more, as if she was not interested, the pain of Mind Control Gu burst into suffocation, and even her heart suffocated. All trembling.

Ranbai supported his chin with one hand, thinking about the outside scene in a sullen mood.

I have understood it countless times in my heart, but it is actually quite boring to think about it.

"Because you hate me, you won't even drink the blood that can relieve the mind control Gu?" Mo Liyan asked lightly.

Ranbai smiled slightly, and his voice was clear: "This is one of them."

As for the second, she felt quite unnecessary.

Whoever she owes in her life, and who she has entangled with, will definitely not be Mo Liyan.

And she was going to plot against Mo Liyan. Now King Jin's performance makes Ranbai feel so bored that he doesn't even have the mood to play chess.

But Ranbai didn't plan to tell Mo Liyan that it was not necessary.

"I understand." Mo Liyan nodded slightly, he stood up slowly, his steps swayed a little, but it was only a moment, he quickly stood up, his back line was cold and straight, he leaned against The wall, after a while, didn't really want to see the dyed white expression.

His blood was dirty, she didn't want to drink it.

So the mind control Gu can't be suppressed, which means that she will always be in pain.

You don't have to care about dyeing white, but Mo Liyan can't care less.

Especially right now.

After a while of silence,

King Jin bandaged the wound on his wrist, picked up the dagger again, and walked to the hole step by step.

Listen carefully, the avalanche should have stopped.

But now the thick snow and ice have turned into an indestructible wall blocking the exit, and they have no weapons other than this dagger in their hands, so they can only wait for rescue, but they have to wait for those people to find here... I don't know what they need for how long.

Mo Liyan saw two kinds of records on the paper that recorded the Mind Control Gu, one was what he had just done, and the other...

It has been recorded that a plant called ice chestnut grass is rare and almost extinct. According to ancient records, ice chestnut grass generally exists in snow-capped mountains, cliffs and other places.

With a simple blueprint and records, Mo Liyan sent out several people to look for it, but found nothing.

But Mo Liyan,

Never give up until the goal is achieved.

If you can't find it, keep looking.

King Jin only used his hands and the dagger to try to pierce the thick, hard ice wall. Every time he raised his hand, he exhausted his strength.

He turned his back to the dyed white, his expression shrouded in shadows, those dark eyes were unfathomable, and they contained incomprehensible emotions.

The ice and snow were scattered, and the snow curtain obscured his eyebrows.

only--

After all, Mo Liyan underestimated the extent of the avalanche. How could one person be able to break through the snow and ice in such a short period of time with a dagger?

Gu poison raged and raged in his body, repeatedly penetrating the skeletal texture, Mo Liyan never made a sound, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and then condensed into frost.

Knowing that it is difficult and dangerous to do it, but you have to go all the way to the dark, and never stop.

He has to get out.

With a faint and almost impossible hope, I went to find a never-before-seen ice chestnut grass growing in an ancient book.

go on like this,

Seeing Ranbai in front of him, dying because of his own poison, Mo Liyan couldn't accept it.

Mo Liyan thought,

That person wouldn't even accept Binglingcao.

I don't know how long it took, Ranbai restrained the cold pain of the Gu poison attack, listened to the constant movement in his ear, took a deep breath, opened his eyes impatiently, just wanted to see where Mo Liyan was. What to do, the result hit a picture like the hole.

The cold, arrogant and indomitable His Royal Highness King Jin is now kneeling on one knee with his back to her, chiseling ice and snow again and again without interruption, with cold and ruthless light wrapped around his fingertips, but ticking. The sound of falling blood and breaking and falling is always there.

Ranbai couldn't see Mo Liyan's expression, but she could see King Jin's hands.

Because of the long-term snow cutting, the freezing and freezing, the cold and trembling fingertips, the ten fingers are already scarred and dripping with blood, and the joints are stretched into a terrifying coldness, and the dagger is tightly gripped, and even the dagger is stained with blood. The bright red blood flowed.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain at all, didn't care at all, and continued to chisel snow without noticing it, every time he tried his best, cold and decisive.

Dye Bai paused for a while.

She looked at such a picture with a cold and calm mentality, and said calmly: "If you continue to chisel like this, your hand may be broken."

"I have a reason for me to go out." Mo Liyan turned his back to the dyed white, hiding all his expressions. He lowered his eyes and glanced at his hand, his eyes were very light, and his cold fingertips brushed the corner of his lips as if nothing had happened. Blood, just like a normal person, his voice is also light. After he stopped, he added the last sentence deep and cold: "It has nothing to do with you."

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain is piercing, but even though the blood is dripping, he still looks painless.

Ranbai just wanted to say something, and it had nothing to do with her originally, but when the words came into his mouth, he lost the mood to say it again.

Who knows why Mo Liyan is so persistent in going out, but this is not what she needs to care about. Naturally, dyeing white also takes care of it, so she didn't look in the direction of Mo Liyan again.

I don't know how long it took.

The light in the cave was dim, the temperature was cold, the bone-chilling chill swept through the whole body, and the frigid wind howled, pouring straight in from the entrance of the cave.

The hole that had been overturned by ice and snow, now half of its face was exposed, enough for people to pass.

And surrounded by vast white snow, piled up into mountains, stained with shocking bloodstains, smudged with a bright red, and it looks terrifying just by looking at it.

The snow is still falling and the wind is endless.

Sword Wind Jianxue slapped the cold and slender figure hard, and the hands hanging by his side were slightly bloodied.

Tick, tick.

Drops of blood slipped from his fingertips, sinking deep into the pure white snow.

Mo Liyan reluctantly moved his fingertips, and quietly lowered his eyes to look at his hands. In a trance, he seemed to have seen the picture of a monument erected on the mountain of Wumingkong's hatred more than ten years ago. It was the same way that day. Grinding blood dripping.