"Of course, it can come." Ranbai was still asking, "So what's the matter?"

Mo Liyan's expression became even colder, and even the aura around him was gloomy, like the dark sky that was about to come, and he looked at Ranbai's eyes.

Then he suddenly sneered, took out a snow-white brocade squeegee and wiped the strange touch remaining on the palm of his hand. He was very cold and disgusted, rubbing very hard, staring at Ranbai, as if he was not wiping the palm of his hand, but crushing the girl.

Finally, he threw away the brocade and spoke: "It seems that you are quite self-aware."

"Just like this, I can't count on you to do anything." Mo Liyan's gaze glanced around Ranbai, his heart was very irritated, and his face became colder: "Of course there is no need to say anything more."

"Yes." Ranbai looked at the kicked door, and thought about something else: "I kicked your study room, King Jin, you kicked the door of Zhaoyun Pavilion again. Are we considered two Qing?"

"Every flower and every tree in King Jin's mansion belongs to me. Now you can tell me some clarity?" Mo Liyan seemed to hear something funny and sneered: "Is it the poisonous attack that made you confused?"

He slowly looked at the mess around, and finally looked at the wound on Ranbai's body, which was scratched by himself with a dagger. He could see that Mo Liyan's thin lips curled up a three-point mocking curve, with a sarcastic meaning: "Okay, Lingbai, you are quite good at playing."

Ranbai had no intention of arguing with Mo Liyan about this, and she said calmly: "The prince is too rewarded."

Mo Liyan told her word by word: "Don't die, your life belongs to me, do you understand?"

He suddenly thought of something, and as if he was whim, his eyes provoked an evil curve, and he said to her in a cold voice casually: "Say something to me."

"What do you want to hear?"

Mo Liyan did not hesitate, leaned over and half-kneeled in front of her, with a noble and elegant indifference, staring at the girl's eyes, and said in a straightforward tone: "I will never betray Prince Jin's Mansion."

The thought and value he spent on her had exceeded Mo Liyan's budget, which was unexpected. Mo Liyan has always hated surprises the most.

Ranbai approached slightly, his breath was cold: "Why is this sentence?"

Mo Liyan told her that there was no reason.

The new moon on the fifteenth is very full, the moonlight is very white, and the moonlight is also very gentle. It jumps from the half-open window lattice of the room to the ground, jumping with mottled jumps.

The thin moonlight in ranbai's eyes was filled with dim moonlight and spread out again, and the Hao Po was shaking.

She said: "Never betray—"

Spit out a word.

"you."

A very short and plain sentence.

Let her say something,

I also changed a few words.

Tsk.

But it doesn't sound like a difference,

Overall, Mo Liyan was still a little satisfied, so he rarely showed a light smile. Between the light fog and the gentle moonlight, it seemed that it was the third stunning beauty in the world.

"So good." He praised without stinginess. His thin lips curled up a light curve, and some evil spirit flowed in it. He said this sentence like a gift like coaxing a pet. His voice was low and magnetic, a little hoarse, and very nice.

After getting the answer he wanted, Mo Liyan stood up with one hand on the armrest on the red sandalwood seat and said calmly: "This is the effect of the heart control Gu. It will produce spirituality after the first attack of the poison."

"In other words—" Mo Liyan was smiling calmly: "Lingbai, don't betray me."

"If I don't kill you, you will die." At this time, he was filled with gentleness, as if it was an illusion, but it was addictive. The smile that melted with narrow and phoenix eyes was only false in the end, and the emperor's family was also cold and affectionate.

"King Jin is willing to do it." Ranbai thought rationally. Wouldn't it be a loss to waste such good things on her?

If it were her,

She would at least choose someone who is more powerful in the overall situation and has more powerful interests. She did not feel that Mo Liyan had any absolute value in her use.

Mo Liyan glanced at her tactfully, said, and left, and then walked out of the room without any nostalgia. His back was straight and handsome, and his black clothes were particularly slim.

Ranbai stared at the man's back, then glanced at the blood on the ground, and paused a little.

Finally, it was confirmed.

Blood is his.

This person was injured.

Such thoughts swayed in my mind for a moment and disappeared.

After Mo Liyan came out of Prince Jin's mansion, he went directly to the palace to report his life. He knew that because of the delay in the middle, Mo Qingcang would definitely not let him go easily, and he was not in a hurry to enter the palace.

It's late at this moment.

The moonlight on the fifteenth day became brighter and stars surrounded the new moon.

Mo Liyan walked through the palace road with red tiles and white walls and came all the way outside the study room belonging to the emperor.

He walked calmly and noblely, and every step was calm and steady. He raised his right hand and pressed the wound on his left shoulder with expressionless expression. Blood penetrated out of the gauze and stained his fingertips.

In fact, the wound has always hurts, but Mo Liyan has long been used to it and does not want to show any weakness in front of others. Even if he dies half a life, he can look indifferent as if nothing happened.

The pain of flesh and blood was unbearable, but he seemed to be unable to feel it, pressing himself as if he was rude in the wound. After a while, he withdrew his gaze.

It was not Mo Liyan who was bored, but the toxicity on the hidden weapon had already begun to spread uncontrollably. It was not a poison with severe pain, but another kind of fine, long, trembling and unignorable pain that touched every nerve ending. Even the consciousness seemed dim and heavy, and the pain in the mind was sharp, as if there were long needles piercing it finely, with a faint feeling of uncontrollability.

There is no time to detoxify.

He can't fall, either.

You can only use this method to make yourself sensible enough.

Blood stained half of his shoulders red, setting off his fair skin, and an indescribable and thrilling beauty, like the god of death reborn from the fire from hell.

In front of the study room,

Obviously,

Someone has been waiting for him to come.

"King Jin, you are here." The eunuch general manager looked at the figure walking towards him step by step, squinted his eyes and greeted him.

"Where is the father?" Mo Liyan looked into the study. There was no trace of light and shadow inside. The light had been turned off, but someone was still waiting for him here. He coldly withdrew his gaze and asked.
Chapter completed!