Chapter 2966: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Seven)

And dyeing white is not interested, everything about Mo Liyan is irrelevant to her. Even scratching the delicate dark lines on the soft whip, he didn't ask a word.

Only Mo Liyan is clear,

What exactly did he say.

She wished him a splendid future on the day before his expedition and fell into the abyss.

He shouldn't have cared about it at the time, and he didn't care about it at the time. As for the cotton wool that has been stuck in the blood vessels for ages, it seems to be blocking breathing. The occasional suffocation and the deep and long stinging pain can also be ignored, right?

But now,

Proud and conceited, cold and resolute, His Royal Highness King Jin, who has used all the agencies in his life to devise strategies.

Have to face this fact.

she wished him,

She did it.

He finally fell into the endless abyss at the moment when he had a bright future.

because of her.

Just because of her.

The quiet voice cut through the night, breaking all the dead silence, and Dianbai reminded a little impatiently: "The carriage of Prince Jin's mansion is in the opposite direction."

She is driving him away.

She really hates him, hates him...

actually,

also normal,

isn't it?

So let the stinging pain in the veins be there forever.

Mo Liyan clearly realized this, and thought very calmly, and came to a conclusion.

But at that moment,

He still stretched out and grabbed the half-corner of the girl's sleeve, trying to explain something.

Even if he knew in his heart that it was just a show where Dianbai watched him coldly, and he didn't even care what Dianbai chose, it was all irony to him.

But Mo Liyan still wanted to say,

On that day, under the city wall, there were thousands of troops and thousands of horses, and the soldiers approached the city.

South Korea used her to threaten him, he wanted to kill her, but he gave up in the end.

He counted everything, counted a victory.

He didn't... kill her.

Open your mouth.

silent.

Because at that moment,

A dagger slipped out of the sleeve, and in an unpredictable moment, it has already cut off the corner of the sleeve that was pulled by someone!

The red silk fluttered and shattered in the air,

The red light is intertwined and flashed wrongly, as if the color of blood was shattered by the cold wind and drifted in an unspecified direction!

Mo Liyan's fingertips were slightly cold, and crystal blood beads dripped from his fingertips on the ice and snow, ten fingers connected to the heart, and the heart was in pain.

She disliked him so much, so she immediately took a dagger, cut off his sleeve without hesitation, and slashed his fingertips.

"King Jin, take care of yourself." Ranbai quickly retracted the dagger, as if nothing had happened, and spit out a word in a cold and annoyed manner.

"Third brother, Lord Lingbai..." An incomparably gentle voice came from behind, and as the man walked in gradually, a pair of star eyes shone with unknown light in the dark night, "You two are together."

Mo Liyan ignored him.

Dye Bai did not speak.

But Mo Rongxuan didn't feel embarrassed, just smiled at Ranbai with a good temper: "It's more late at night, get on the carriage first."

Ranbai hummed indifferently and turned to get on the carriage.

But was stopped.

She looked at the person in front of her impatiently and almost laughed, but her voice was cold: "What the hell are you doing?"

King Jin's temperament is cold and severe, and his words are also cold. He stares at the dyed white, stubborn and strong assertion, every word: "There is a difference between men and women, and your co-existence in a carriage will damage your reputation."

Dyeing white: "..."

"You care about me?" she said.

"This king will not let him ruin your reputation." This point, Mo Liyan refused to give in an inch.

"I once shared a carriage with King Jin. Why, King Jin also ruined my reputation?"

"This king is in charge." Mo Liyan blurted out a sentence, without the slightest hesitation and falsehood. The sweat broke out from his palms, and he clenched slightly. The cold wind couldn't resist the accelerated heartbeat and the sudden suddenness in the depths of his eyes. The blazing light that appeared was like a flame in the dark night.

His delicate and bewitching Adam's apple rolled slightly, and it only felt astringent, but he always stared at the dyed white, with a rare solemnity: "If you want, this king..."

"I do not want to."

Before Mo Liyan finished speaking, Ranbai interrupted him ruthlessly, and gave an answer that left no room for him.

The fiery light at the bottom of King Jin's eyes seemed to be hit hard by a sharp blade, torn apart, turned into a shattered shimmer, and slowly dissipated until there was no trace of it, like the starry sky was annihilated in the shadow of a night, falling into the darkness of death.

He blinked his eyes lightly.

...Actually, it is not surprising that he knew the answer.

It is also expected, but why does my heart still hurt?

He was impulsive.

How could she hope that she would be willing under such circumstances.

but.

He will not give up.

no way.

Even if the same mistakes are repeated,

He also admitted it.

Ranbai said coldly: "Get out of the way."

King Jin didn't move at all, but he turned his face indifferently, and said to her, "If you want to go anywhere, you can take the carriage of King Jin's mansion..." After a pause, Mo Liyan whispered seriously, reassuring her: "This king not with you."

Ranbai: "I think you are very sick."

After she finished speaking, she whipped her soft whip out into the air, and with a force on her wrist, slapped the person in front of her mercilessly.

Mo Liyan volleyed the whip with one hand.

The two actually fought directly outside the palace!

In fact, to be precise,

It was Dianbai who was playing unilaterally. King Jin was only defending from the beginning to the end, and he never had the intention of attacking half a point.

Mo Rongxuan watched this scene from the sidelines, his eyes darkened a little, and he noticed King Jin's injured fingertips from the corner of his eye, and paused for a while, feeling a little strange in his heart.

It's so weird...

What is their relationship?

Ranbai's slanted eyes said coldly to Mo Rongxuan, "You go back first." Then he no longer hesitated and made a fierce move.

Mo Rongxuan pondered, but didn't say anything, just got on the carriage.

Just watching the carriage gradually drive away and disappear from sight.

Ranbai raised her foot and kicked Jin Wang's heart, but Mo Liyan grabbed the white ankle with one hand.

Mo Liyan dodged slightly sideways, letting Dye Bai attack.

"Mo Liyan, are you really sick, aren't you?" After fighting for a long time, almost all of them were fighting, and Yanbai felt that it was meaningless, and sneered with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Mo Liyan just said to her lightly, "Mo Rongxuan deliberately uses you, it's not a good thing for you to support him."

Ranbai snorted: "Isn't King Jin also using me?"

This is an indisputable fact, and Mo Liyan could not refute, nor could he refute: "You are the princess of South Korea, why should you mess with the political situation of Chu State."

"This has nothing to do with King Jin."

Ranbai put away the whip, and didn't care what Mo Liyan said at all. Her words were thin and cold, and her eyes were bottomless. Without looking at Mo Liyan again, she turned and left, simply and neatly.

Mo Liyan stood alone in the ice and snow, quietly watching the shadow of the girl walking away, the color of the snow reflected in the bottom of her eyes.

She chose Mo Rongxuan.

She would rather be completely against him.

She was still on the opposite side of him.

Everything seems to be destined,

They have missed it from the start.

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the stinging pain is sharp, but Mo Liyan later realized that he felt another kind of pain, which was a severe pain that could slash a thousand swords.

King Jin was independent in the shackles of the palace, independent in the air vent of the cold sky and snow, allowing the sword, wind, sword and snow to slam into the body again and again, penetrating the internal organs, and dividing the heart that was too cold to be added.