Chapter 3015: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of the Emperor (One Hundred and Fifty-Six)

And he carefully guarded Bing Linghua with one hand, and clenched the dagger in the other hand, and turned it around out of thin air. For a moment, his entire body fell into the cliff. The black jacket is hunting in the icy wind and snow, and the arc across the air is like an ice blade!

His hands were stained with blood, white bones, ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain of bone erosion, like a sharp blade cutting through his flesh and blood again and again, crushing his phalanx, the severe pain caused every nerve ending to tremble, but ink Li Yan couldn't let go, because once he let go, he would fall directly into a bottomless cliff.

Immediately, Mo Liyan used the power of the dagger stabbed in the snow with all his strength, tossing through the air with all his strength, and threw himself on the cliff again!

All of this is only a matter of seconds, but it is full of deadly murderous intentions, and if he is not careful, he will be shattered, and he is looking for opportunities in death. Zhong calmly calculated countless times.

However,

This is far from over.

Because Mo Liyan was still standing on the brink of death even after he got out of the situation of death.

He heard... very close to him, the cry of a wolf.

King Jin moved his fingertips slightly, and raised his eyes indifferently. His long, narrow and deep eyes reflected the snow and the thrilling scene on the edge of the cliff.

Dozens of snow wolves in groups surrounded the cliff and gradually approached him, making low roars. Those green eyes were fierce and cruel.

As for Mo Liyan, he was alone, with a dagger, even though he was seriously injured.

This time,

Will he still survive?

Even in the face of his own death and adversity, Mo Liyan still did not show any despair.

He just calmly watched such a scene, calmly pulled out the dagger from the snow, stood up calmly, and then——

As always, face this scene calmly.

The snow wolf screamed at him, and the eagerness belonging to prey filled the air, a violent factor and a silent murderous intent.

Beside the steep cliff, in the icy cold wind, under the sudden snow in the sky, His Royal Highness King Jin stood tall, slender and solitary, with fluttering robes, hunting and hunting, in a trance, like a god in the nine layers of heaven.

Mo Liyan's life,

The desperation faced is countless. The near death is too numerous to count.

He survived murderous, he grew up in intrigue.

Why not, looking for life from the dead?

night in the mountains,

The snow capsized and the cold wind howled.

A cold moon is bleak,

Long night.

"Da da da……"

It was the sound of footsteps after another.

Countless times, he fell weakly and heavily on the snow, covering his body with ice and snow.

It was difficult and stubborn to get up countless times again, facing the cold storm and snow, and continued to move forward, struggling with difficulty.

He was covered in bruises, blood dripping, the blood on his body had begun to dry up and freeze, the wound was roaring and tearing in the cold wind, and the pain was even more painful. Something, for fear of being damaged in the slightest.

It glowed with a faint blue light in the night, melting ice and snow.

It's amazing-

Ice chestnut grass!

He finally survived.

Exhausted half life.

Even in such a situation, his expression is still solitary, arrogant, and calm.

His eyebrows are picturesque, his temperament is deep, like an abyss, like a cold pool, like an ancient sword.

Mo Liyan opened his eyes and stared straight into the distance. The road ahead was long and full of ice and snow. The end of the distance was invisible darkness, like a dormant beast that could devour people.

It's far away from seeing any hope.

And King Jin took a step by step, striding forward with a heavy and slow difficulty.

His purpose is simple and pure.

He wants to find her, he wants to go back, he wants to give her Binglingcao.

At this moment, in this world, it seems that only the never-ending long road and the endless heavy snow accompany him.

The pain of the gu poison pierced the heart, the wounds on the body were unbearable, and the ten fingers were stained with blood.

And Mo Li Yanyi walked forward without hesitation, even though the blood gushed to the bones, the liver and intestines were broken, life was better than death in the severe colic, the body seemed to be torn apart over and over again, and the pain was numb. A heart seemed to be pierced by the cold wind, riddled with holes, blood flowing, and the barren and cold hard to attach.

But deep in his heart, there is always such a clean and spotless position, which is an unparalleled warmth and an irreplaceable obsession.

It is sober, it is firm, it can never be shaken, and it can never be erased.

In the vast world, the mountains and rivers of 90,000 miles are frozen in ice, and the howling wind whips up the ice and snow and soars up to the Jiuzhongtian!

this world,

Who is not, nine deaths?

Alone, happy alone.

Can,

He is not God after all.

When Mo Liyan felt that he might not be able to see Ranbai, he had already begun to calmly think about any other solutions in his mind.

But in this vast world, he is the only one.

How should he be?

Destiny is really not up to anyone.

Mo Liyan let out a low laugh, holding on to his mind, struggling to move against the snow.

until--

He saw two people.

"Master, are you sure the princess is here?"

"Of course she is."

"Now that there is such a commotion outside, why doesn't the princess return?"

"Stop talking nonsense, find it for this son."

A few conversations were scattered in the cold wind and gradually shattered.

"Mo Liyan...?" Xie Jinshu was a little stunned. He didn't accidentally meet Mo Liyan here. After all, he also knew that King Jin chased the assassin out, but what really surprised him... was Mo Liyan's current situation.

Who can hurt Mo Li Yan deeply?

Mo Liyan paused for a while, and those narrow eyes looked at Xie Jinshu coldly. After several choices, he finally kept it in his arms. Even when he was fighting with Xuelang, the ice raspberry flower that never splattered a drop of blood was handed to him. Xie Jinshu.

This is the only option now.

He at least believed that Xie Jinshu would not be detrimental to dyeing white under such circumstances.

"Give it to her." Even though he was wounded all over his body, he was forced to exert a deep and piercing aura because of his inherent indifference and noble aura. King Jin's voice was hoarse and hoarse, as if he was holding a blade. .

Needless to say,

Xie Jinshu has understood.

Mo Liyan took the initiative to find him, and it could only be related to that person.

today,

is fifteen.

"She may be in a cave." The reason for using the word "maybe" is because Mo Liyan wasn't sure whether that person would leave halfway, but just indifferently told Xie Jinshu the specific direction.

Xie Jinshu was silent and took the Binglinghua without saying a word. The moment he took it, he could see King Jin's scarred hands, and even the blood-stained bones. Xie Jinshu's movements stiffened for a moment. .