Ranbai paused for two seconds, turned sideways, and his black eyes fell on the slender figure leaning against the window not far away.

King Jin Mo Liyan was wearing an ice silk black embroidered brocade dress, black-patterned cloud sleeves, and jade crown tied with a look that looked like a god.

now,

The pair of passionate and indifferent Danfeng eyes fell faintly on Ranbai's body. The light light that fainted from the lattice window soon disappeared in his eyes, with his eyes dark and distant.

Confronted with such a gaze, Ranbai's expression did not fluctuate at all, but said, "It's obvious."

"Ha..." Mo Liyan seemed to laugh, and he slowly walked towards Zhuo Chou, as if he was talking to himself: "What a pity, blessing."

"What I wish for is not blessing, but death." The girl corrected her indifferently and elegantly dressed in white.

If Mo Liyan really responds, there will be only one final outcome.

die.

"So?" Mo Liyan didn't care. His thin red lips curled up a strange and cool curve and sat there without looking at Ran Bai again. He casually flipped through the books on the table in front of him.

"King Jin Conghui, I think I know why I came."

Mo Liyan did not look up, his expression was sparse. While flipping through the book, he said, "Since that's the case, let's go back."

"King Jin isn't curious about the commander behind the scenes?"

"It doesn't matter which one person wants to kill me is just? It doesn't matter whether it is confirmed or not."

Mo Liyan's expression became a little indifferent. He wasted his time to see an assassin for this. If she could only say such meaningless things, then he would be considered wrong.

"I can help you." The girl's voice was calm and calm.

"What can a mere assassin help me?" Mo Liyan gently stroked a page in the book with his fair fingertips, his movements were elegant and gentle, deep and restrained, and his tone seemed to be smiling for a moment: "Kill someone?"

"But this assassin is not an ordinary assassin, she knows a lot." This is thanks to the prince's attention to the original owner and he also treated him as a confidant, but unfortunately something happened later.

If anyone else in this world except the original owner himself knows the original owner’s feelings for Mo Yelei, then there is another one—

It's Mo Yelei.

"Don't you need an open pawn?"

"If Mo Yelei knew that I was not dead, I was by your side..." Ranbai looked at him, and his sharp eyes directly hit Mo Liyan's eyes that had just raised, and asked him in an unknown way, very light: "What will he do?"

Mo Liyan: "Not enough."

Ranbai walked up to the table, stopped in front of the man, supported himself with one hand and opened his lips lightly: "Information Transaction."

"Cooperate, I will assist you."

"The girl seemed loyal before, would rather die than to attack?" Mo Liyan finally gave up his sight from the book and asked with interest.

Cooperate?

She abandoned the prince and came to assist him.

But……

It depends on whether he wants it or not.

That's the original owner.

Not me.

Of course, Ranbai's face would definitely not say that, "It's just to survive." Her tone was light and cold, calm and sensible: "Who doesn't want to be alive."

Even so,

But the girl didn't have any thoughts of life or fear of death in her eyes, and it was as cold as late as the night.

That tone does not seem to be talking about something related to one's life and death, but rather it seems to be narrating and evaluating strangers.

Ranbai stared at him, moved closer slightly, opened his lips lightly, and uttered three words silently.

——Wei Pingsheng.

Intelligence transactions.

Mo Liyan understood who the girl was talking about. This name made him narrow the narrow Yaozhi's phoenix eyes and leaned back. The handsome face was expressionless at the moment, and his eyes fell on the girl without any concealment, looking at it coldly and wantonly.

The eyes were very light, as if they were looking at a corpse.

a long time.

The young prince put down the book in his hand with his slender and beautiful fingers, relaxed his tone, and said as before: "I'll give you the answer tonight."

"The seventh day of the lunar month." Mo Liyan knocked on the table, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy, and shouted a name coldly.

Someone answered outside the study instantly.

"Take her down and find a guest room to settle down." Although this was said to Chu Qi, Mo Liyan's eyes fell on the girl, and she had not moved away at all. It seemed like she was staring at the prey. The hunter dormant in the dark night showed some kind of visual danger. The curve of the thin lips half curled up was three-pointed and cruel.

Ranbai achieved his goal, but did not stay for a moment, and turned around and walked out.

"Please, girl." As soon as you leave the study, you can see the seventh day of the lunar calendar guarding there. With a young baby face, she nodded and greeted Ran Bai coldly.

Regarding the changes in this matter, Chu Qi did not have any curiosity at all and kept silent all the way to lead Ran Bai.

Finally parked in a room.

After sending the person to the seventh day of the lunar month, he came back immediately and stood silently in the study.

Mo Liyan gently flipped through two pages of the book, and on the dense black words, he couldn't control the pair of bright and beautiful peach blossom eyes just now.

The perfect eye shape, the expression of the lonely eyes in the eyes is even more heart-warming.

Thinking of this, Mo Liyan stared at the ancient text with dark eyes, his eyes darkened a little. After pausing for two seconds, he suddenly spoke in a quiet study.

It is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, and it is evil and lazy.

"Seventh day of the lunar month."

"Subordinate is here."

"You said, how about that person's eyes?"

The seventh day of the lunar month is stuck.

He didn't expect the master to ask himself such a question. As for who the "man" was mentioned by the master, Chu Qi knew very well. He thought about it and replied in a pertinent manner: "It's very beautiful."

It's just too cold.

After getting such an answer, Mo Liyan was not surprised. Instead, he hooked his thin lips with interest, and supported his fair fingers on his beautiful forehead, and said lightly: "I also think it's quite beautiful."

The next second, he said thoughtfully again: "I don't know what will happen if I cut it out and watch it."

The tone is calm and understated.

The seventh day of the lunar month: “…”

He knew the master was not kidding.

But he thought about this for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

Mo Liyan is indeed serious.

But then I thought about it, when all the emotions dissipated in the eyes, only the empty shell was left.

It doesn't seem perfect, either.

It is vivid only if it is put on that person.

"Forget it." Mo Liyan said two words lightly, and then said another sentence that was unexplainable: "Go and invite Chu Qing and come over."

On the seventh day of the lunar calendar, he bowed his head: "Yes."

"Oh, don't invite me, am I here?" Chu Qing and his wife just walked to the door of the study and heard a vague word from inside. They laughed and pushed the door open and walked in.

He was about twenty years old, and was handsome, with starry eyes, and wearing a sky-blue robe, which made him look more and more fair-looking, well-dressed, gentle and elegant.

Seeing this on the seventh day of the lunar calendar, I wanted to retreat silently.

Mr. Chu is one of the master's subordinates. He is the main focus of medical and drug treatment. He is a veritable saint of poison medicine. If you have any problems, you will get some inexplicable poisons.
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