Wei Xinglie gritted his teeth in a furious manner, but he had no way to stop such a thing. He thought in his heart how important this was to wait so that the adults could do such irrational actions!

Mo Liyan, who had gone far away, rushed back to Prince Jin's mansion with great speed. He turned over and dismounted, looked cold and walked straight towards the study.

Don't take about half a quarter of an hour,

Mo Liyan broke into Zhaoyun Pavilion with a cold and gloomy expression.

"Master?" Ruo Lian kept guarding outside Zhaoyun Pavilion. When she saw a straight and arrogant figure rushing into the pavilion, she screamed in surprise.

Didn’t my master take action tonight? How could he come back early?

"Where is Lingbai?" Mo Liyan spoke without any patience, his voice restrained his low voice, as if he had quenched the ice.

Ruo Lian was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he quickly spoke: "Miss, Miss, she is inside. Uh, master, you don't have to worry. Miss takes the antidote to the poison, and nothing should happen."

At that moment, Mo Liyan's sharp eyes shot over, "Where did she get the antidote?"

"Ah?" Ruo Lian didn't react and murmured: "Master, didn't you give it to her? I think the lady looks nothing is wrong..."

Ruolian smelled the bloody smell on the man's body and was a little nervous: "Master, are you injured?!"

Mo Liyan had no intention of talking nonsense, and ignored Ruo Lian's meaningless problem. He walked to the door, knocked on the door with a slender and distinct finger, and ordered coldly and high-rankingly: "Lingbai, open the door."

No sound came out in the room, let alone respond.

Mo Liyan frowned his eyebrows, and the last trace of patience was exhausted. He turned cold, took a step back, and then raised his legs and kicked the door hard!

Ruolian was stunned.

After the door was kicked open, Mo Liyan walked in, looked in, and directly hit the girl sitting on the inner room seat.

The room is full of chaos,

The things on the table were completely overturned, tea sprinkled all over the floor, and fragmented pieces of porcelain lay alone on the ground, and blood was flowing down.

The girl was dressed in white, very cool and fragile, with her back straight and straight, without any sign of bending, and was lonely and lonely.

It can be seen that her restrained and tolerant expression is indeed very calm, like a blood-sucking nobleman who is about to sleep, with an excessive pale side face and no blood color. Mo Liyan can see that the neckline that fluctuates due to the girl's rapid breathing sound, and the dark blue blood vessels are obvious.

Look at her calm look,

It is hard to imagine that she is enduring some inhuman and sharp pain.

The young prince stood there, his eyes dark, from top to bottom, as if he was examining the damaged parts of his belongings, and looked Ranbai coldly, then he walked forward slowly.

He glanced at the dagger in the girl's hand and several bloody wounds, stopped in front of Ranbai, and looked down on her condescendingly. He didn't care what the girl was currently enduring, but asked casually a topic that had nothing to do with this matter: "Why don't you open the door?"

"Why must it be opened?" Ranbai finally opened his eyes, holding the dagger tightly with one hand, and asked her hoarsely.

Such white dye,

It is hard to see fragility.

Mo Liyan suddenly felt something new. He slowly knelt down on one knee, put one hand on his knee casually, and gently pinched the girl's pale and delicate jaw with the other hand. His eyes were silently turned around Ranbai's face, and his cold fingertips gently stroked the girl's side face, as if he was rubbing a delicate, fragile porcelain, gentle but also cold.

He asked her in a gentle tone: "Lingbai, do you want the antidote?"

The young prince looked at her leisurely. His narrow and evil phoenix eyes gently raised his slight smile, his eyes were cold and warm, and his dark pupils fell into the girl's restrained pale expression, but there was no sympathy in his eyes. He even repeated it again in a very plain and noble tone: "Do you need the antidote?"

For some reason.

Ranbai suddenly laughed, as if it was the moment when the frost and snow were melting. Unfortunately, the smile was not warm. She stretched out her other intact right hand, tightly clamping the man's white and cold wrists, and curbing Mo Liyan's movements.

The black ice-thick sleeves were rubbed over the dyed white fingertips, which was very cool, and even felt a bit of a sharp blade-like bruise in the trance.

She stared at Mo Liyan and said word by word: "So, did King Jin come here to ask such meaningless questions?"

Mo Liyan yelled, glanced at the clamped wrist, and was quite tired and light, and spread the girl's fingers apart bit by bit without compromising. It was not until the fingertips of Sanbai fell to her side without force, so she calmly denied this: "Of course not."

He seemed a little bored. Before Ranbai could take the initiative to surrender to him, he lost all his interest. He glanced at the teacup and water cup that fell to the ground, then withdrew his gaze and stood up again.

Ranbai's eyes were always cold looking at Mo Liyan, his eyes lingering with the coldness of the cold air.

In front of the white face,

Mo Liyan poured out the blood-colored antidote in the porcelain bottle with expressionless expression, and then it was very rough and neat, not pity, and there was not even a hint of gentleness. He forced the girl's jaw to squeeze the pills in his palm into Ranbai's mouth with his left fingertips.

The few moments of feeding the medicine,

The man's white and cold palms inadvertently pressed against the girl Qian Fei's slender lips. The strange and strange touch made him complete the medicine feeding more quickly. He took it back like an electric shock, frowned slightly inconspicuously.

Ranbai's reaction was stronger than Mo Liyan. She swallowed the pill with the smell of blood unexpectedly. Her throat rolled up and down twice, and a nausea sensation swept across her body, and she subconsciously wanted to vomit.

Mo Liyan looked at the girl's movements coldly, feeling a little unhappy, and threatened sinisterly: "Lingbai, try spitting it out."

"Are you looking for death?" He said coldly, and he threw out a sentence impatiently: "This is the antidote."

Ranbai pressed his fingers on his throat, because he had a deep sneer on his fingertips, which was indeed the antidote. She could feel that the pain that seemed to be still invisible in the last second had faded a lot at this moment.

"Is there something else to do with King Jin coming to me?" She didn't think that Mo Liyan ran to Zhaoyun Pavilion just to give her an antidote, so she said hoarsely: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"What, I can't come if I have nothing to do?" But Mo Liyan seemed to have misunderstood what she meant, and the coldness was as cold as ice.
Chapter completed!