The Third Thousand and Forty-One Chapters Are Astonishing Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Eighty-Two)

After the momentary blank, she was calm enough to ask three words with restraint, her voice was steady, and there was no trembling: "Why?"

Obviously it could hurt her, so why did you give up the sword?

Obviously you can avoid it, why not dodge it?

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes kept trembling, covering all the pain and repression, only a deep and light smile remained, staring at Ranbai greedily, hooking her lips with difficulty, falling on top of her, coughing several times, Suppressed and coughed up blood, his voice was low and hoarse, intermittent, but he kept saying every word, very clear: "You once said..."

"If, if I gave my life to you, you might be relieved."

He closed his eyes and recalled the original scene. Every detail was clearly engraved in his mind. He also thought that he was not paying attention, but those words were like a shadow, buried unconsciously. deep in his heart.

- Why don't King Jin give me his life, maybe I'll lose my temper?

The half-joking version of the old girl's serious tone echoed in her ears again, lingering in Mo Liyan's heart, and at the same time hitting Ranbai's ears.

Let her fingertips holding the sword pause, not knowing how to react.

That sentence...

She had long forgotten.

If Mo Liyan didn't say it, she wouldn't even remember it in her life.

After all, he didn't care about that at all.

Listening to Mo Liyan suddenly put forward these words at this moment, Ranbai vaguely realized something, if she can stop it in the future, it will be too late.

Mo Liyan tried his best to raise his hand. That slender and distinct finger was firmly grasped on the blade that pierced his heart. The palm of his hand was cut sharply, and he didn't care about the blood dripping. He didn't even have eyes. With a blink of an eye, he held the sword fiercely and decisively, and pushed it towards his heart without hesitation.

The blood gushed out frantically, dyeing the clothes deeply. He coughed up blood, but asked Dye Bai with a smile: "Now, does it count?"

The setting sun is like a raging fire, burning hot and covering half of the sky, telling that everything in this world is miserable, everything ends, everything ends.

The situation on the battlefield was chaotic, and the fighting was inexorable. Swords, lights, swords, and flames almost merged into one. In such a cruel picture of blood flowing into rivers shrouded in twilight, they seemed to be isolated from everything and became a world of their own.

Ranbai held the sword fiercely, so hard that her knuckles turned cold white. She gave the King of God a deeply sad but unexpectedly light smile. She put the tip of her tongue against her upper jaw and suddenly sneered. , every word is sobbing and bloody, and extremely heartless: "If you say it casually, why take it seriously?"

"It doesn't matter." Mo Liyan said softly, he could feel the gradual loss of vitality, the blood gushing out of the body, and the temperature gradually becoming cold, but he was not hesitant or fearful, although weak, but calm. Although dying, he is honorable.

His hand was still clutching the blade,

He cut his hands and flesh and blood without knowing it, and without warning, he stabbed his own heart once again!

Blood splattered and fell on him and on hers.

"The man is given to you, the life is given to you, and the world is also given to you." He held the sword and swallowed the blood that poured into his throat, suppressing the cold and huge pain, his voice was extremely soft, and he was dying. Still coaxing her, she said with difficulty and blood, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Who would use such an extreme way, just to die in her hands?

There was a drop of blood on the back of the dyed white hand, a sticky and delicate feeling, the temperature was warm, even scalding, it was extremely hot at that moment, as if it could hurt someone, causing her fingertips to inevitably tremble After a moment, it trembled violently, a strong resistance.

It shouldn't be like this...

Should not.

She wiped the blood on the back of her hand with all her might, trying to wipe it clean, but it was covered in blood, and she couldn't wipe it off. Words: "I'm not angry."

Ranbai wanted to take the sword back, but Mo Liyan didn't let go, his palms were dripping with blood from the friction of the blade, and the bones still didn't know it, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, he held the sword stubbornly.

Ranbai exerted a force, but did not pull it out, restraining all his emotions, he said in a very cold and strong tone: "Let go."

The young emperor was covered in blood, as if it was a painting stained with blood. His face was extremely pale, and the blood flowing was even more alarming, and his body had almost no temperature.

The soldiers around him died in a hundred battles, and the blood flowed into a river, and he seemed to be one of them, completely sinking into the abyss, barely leaning on the girl.

This time, Mo Liyan didn't listen to Ranbai's words, but calmly narrated to Ranbai on his own, his voice was low and hoarse, and tried his best to suppress: "Yuxi is still in the dark room, I have rewritten the book. One, you can pick it up anytime."

"Within an hour after my death, you can drain my blood, and it will still be effective for releasing the mind control Gu."

"Although Xie Jinshu is a confidant with you, your interests are contrary to you, so you must be wary of others. If you want to move the Xie family, it will take a long time to think about it and uproot it."

"Although Han Xun and you are blood relatives, he is still an emperor after all. He..."

His words were very light on the battlefield full of screams, shouts and fighting, and it could be shattered by the cold wind.

On and off, the air is like a gossamer, between the lines are all about dyeing white, full of lovesickness in life.

That word is like a light feather, as if it will disappear in the blink of an eye, but it can be heard by Ranbai's ears, but it seems to hit the bottom of my heart, tearing open the deep blood, which is particularly clear and unforgettable.

Mo Liyan was analyzing the current situation in South Korea for Ranbai, and he was still thinking about Ranbai, but he was interrupted by Ranbai before he finished speaking.

"Do you think I need it?!" Ranbai didn't want to hear what Mo Liyan said here. There was no movement, no trembling, no horror in her eyes when she looked at Mo Liyan, as if all emotions were hidden there. In the surging deep sea, dark and annihilated again and again.

"Mo Liyan, you can die if you want." Her knuckles turned pale, but her face was extremely indifferent, and she whispered mockingly and sarcastically: "But why did you die in my hands?"

"I don't want to kill, I don't like to get my hands dirty, understand?" She gritted her teeth, and every word revealed fierce pain, hitting Mo Liyan like a sharp blade: "You give me a good life! "

Behind the girl in red was the tragic battlefield where the corpses were covered with thousands of bones and the blood flowed into rivers and afterimages like blood. The cold wind was rustling, her hair was messy, and the clothes were hunting.

She was going to draw that sword.

Mo Liyan suddenly called out the words in her name and smiled at her: "Bai."

Just a single word, but it reveals in this distance from acquaintance to strangers, to hostility, close and far, deep and shallow, inexhaustible regrets, regrets, and thousands of affections.