"Host!! If this continues, you will die! Don't think so easily?! This body is not resistant to tossing, ah, even the body of a god can't bear it!" Feng Luo jumped in fear, fearful, and spent a long time tremblingly, and became irritable.

"What are you anxious about?" Ranbai poked out his tongue and gently licked the corners of his pale and cracked lips, talking to Feng Luo indifferently with his thoughts.

Seal: "..."

"I'm afraid you will die by the host."

Ranbai: "I'm not dead yet."

Feng Luo was about to cry because of anger, especially when he saw the host's dull words, he wanted to cry even more, but he didn't understand why.

"What should you do now by host?"

Ranbai thought for a moment, his eyes were calm and wise, and he said calmly: "Wait until I leave."

Feng Luo was confused: "Who are you waiting for?"

Ranbai didn't answer again.

"Isn't it just a man? Do you want anything to host? Do you care about what he does? Is it worth it? It's not worth it at all! Host, please stop tormenting yourself like this, okay?" Feng Luo began to be irritable.

Not that.

Is it worth it?

Ranbai thought seriously, and finally smiled indifferently. His long eyelashes blocked the gloomy and silent eyes, like a cold pool of water. The shore was covered with roses burned the shadows, leaving only a faint blood-red light.

She had no expression on her face.

"In everything in the past, I'll just be considered a shame." She said this calmly, and said the most indifferent and casual tone.

It is easy to attribute all joys and obsessions to this end of your life to a mistake, a fundamental mistake.

Putting it in the past,

To her, he is an existence more important than life.

But reality gave her a heavy blow,

There are more unacceptable things in this world than life and death. She can accept that he will kill her, but she cannot accept that he will do other things.

How ridiculous.

The so-called love,

But that's it.

After walking over for so long, my heart that I thought I would never cool down was so vulnerable after the end of the song today, I was just so vulnerable and full of ridiculousness.

I have been crazy, indulged, and indulged without hesitation.

Now she has to admit it

it's over.

Wake up from the dream.

She can never fall into desolation like she used to be. She should be willful, let go, and calm down.

"Su, host..." Feng Luo was silent for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

Like...it's not original sin.

Host, you don't have to mind that much.

Ranbai calmed down for three days in this dead and dark environment that was the most adaptable and used to, and pondered all the heart-wrenching words and actions about that person over and over again.

Obviously, every time I think about it, I tear open all the bloody scars with my own hands like a self-abuse, but I still force myself to deliberately not let me go, and repeatedly tasted the sad and cold emotions, as if I must taste it.

She suddenly discovered,

It turned out that it was just pale all her joy and satirized all her obsessions.

All the emotions were mixed together, boiling and burning like flames, and finally it was ridiculously unavoidable that the coldness and burning out again and again, but Mission still tried to turn around in the ashes, smoke, and worked very hard, trying very hard to rekindle the fire with its own strength.

The last,

It was completely extinguished, leaving no fantasy or room for anything.

Everything seemed to be back to its original appearance.

She forced herself to suppress all emotions that shouldn't have, ruin all thoughts that shouldn't exist, and told herself repeatedly.

Never,

Make mistakes again and again.

"The only main task of this plane is to dominate the government and the country." Ranbai asked Feng Luo rationally and calmly: "Answer I'm yes or no."

“Ah, yes, yes.”

Ranbai didn't say anything anymore. She thought that the most sensible thing about herself was that she could use everything to calm down under any circumstances, and then eliminate all unnecessary emotions like a machine set by a program, and then take into account the overall situation and interests.

She calmly calculated the different ways to choose next, thinking calmly.

The darkness disappeared her expression, covering up all the heart-wrenching but deadly emotions.

Her eyes were full of desolation, carrying the bone-chilling calmness, and it seemed to be brewing with sharp edges and dangers, unfathomable.

The rest of her life,

I will never like someone so much again.

Again.

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And on the other side,

King Jin's Mansion,

In the main pavilion,

The young prince in a black shirt leaned alone against the wall, with a nearly cold and ruthless look on his face.

He held a dagger in his hand, which was stained with blood. His hands were also bloody, even his body.

The bright red blood drifted in the air with a strong smell of blood.

Mo Liyan stared at the mirror in front of him with cold eyes, and looked coldly, stretched out his hand with a expressionless face and roughly pulled open his collar, revealing the deep and obvious imprint on his delicate collarbone.

white.

Such a word that was carefully engraved with a knife stroke and stroke.

It suddenly appeared at the young prince's left shoulder clavicle, which was commensurate with his cold and abstinent temperament, and added a sense of indescribable wildness.

And now,

He had blood on his collarbone and was injured.

Mo Liyan himself took a knife and was so cruel to himself, just to completely destroy this brand of shame.

But in the past three days,

Mo Liyan used countless methods and did not hesitate to toss himself over and over again. He almost fainted from the pain and had to use any means to destroy the mark.

But that word,

But it exists on the collarbone without moving.

It seems to symbolize that he is just a person's belonging.

Staring at the obvious font imprint in the mirror, Mo Liyan's eyes were red inch by inch, as if they were stained with blood, with a thrilling and bitter cold mood flowing, with gloomy and disgusting eyes.

Finally, in the deadly and depressing atmosphere, he suddenly threw the blood-dropping dagger in his hand heavily on the ground. He was cold and angry. He used all the heavy gravity to hit the floor and made a sharp and harsh sound, piercing the floor through, almost piercing the eardrums!

He felt unsatisfied again, and kicked the chair next to him with another kick, and overturned it to the ground with a "bang!"

It's a mess.

"Master, Master." Chu Qi swallowed his saliva when he heard the sound of smashing things inside, and was a little afraid to provoke him.

These three gods kept locking themselves in the bedroom and never went anywhere, not knowing what was going on.

But it seems to have a lot to do with Ling Bai. After all, the master and Ling Bai had a fight three days ago. Later, for some reason, Ling Bai came out of the master's room covered in blood!

I was brought out by my master. When I saw that picture, I didn’t even react to the Qixi Festival.
Chapter completed!