Everything looks very familiar,

But the familiar feeling in my heart faded, disappeared, and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that after the end, everything will be like that.

The girl's eyes were cold and silent, with traces of light colors lingering. She only glanced at her, then lowered her long eyelashes, without a word of answer.

But Mo Liyan has already got the answer.

He suddenly sneered and laughed, not shaking his eyes, feeling tender and cold, the pain on his collarbone was constantly reminding Mo Liyan what ridiculous things he had experienced. He pulled his thin lips and asked her indifferently: "Aren't you cheap?"

Such a liking,

Put it in front of Mo Liyan's eyes,

It's so cheap that it seems to be able to tear it apart at any time.

"Yes." Ranbai narrowed his eyes calmly and thought for a while. His fingertips hit the blade in a row, and a cold light appeared, "Yes, I blame me for seeing the wrong person."

The girl's reaction was not very similar to what Mo Liyan thought, but he didn't care.

He just leaned over slowly, half-kneeled on the ground on one knee, and looked at the person in front of him carefully and pickyly from a straight angle. His eyes were surprisingly light, and his thin lips were shaky and sarcastic.

"I saw the wrong person."

He stared at that face and faced the girl's peach blossom eyes, and said indifferently: "I thought you were different from others, but now it seems..."

“Nothing makes any difference.”

“Same disgusting.”

Mo Liyan paused word by word, and said the most ruthless and cold words word by word in the most elegant and light tone.

In that way, she rejected all her past wishes with a light sentence with a light sentence.

It comes down to,

It's no different from others, it's just as disgusting.

Trampled the true heart of the past in the deepest part of the dust.

Ranbai smiled lightly, "It's King Jin who has never seen me clearly." He paused, but didn't care: "But forget it."

it's all over,

It's not interesting to talk about these things.

Mo Liyan didn't care about what Ranbai said, nor did he think about what that sentence means. In his opinion, whether everything is over or not is never Ranbai's final say.

But what is very obvious is that they rarely have a tacit understanding, that is, they are not interested in this topic and continue to talk about it.

So Mo Liyan's cold voice, and his thin lips opened, pouring out a bitter cold, as if the wind and snow were raging in winter nights, asking verbatim: "Where is the antidote?"

"What antidote?" Ranbai and Mo Liyan looked at each other, but they were not affected at all. Instead, they asked casually without any concern.

"Don't pretend to be unaware of this." Mo Liyan was completely patient, and an absolute murderous intent was overflowing in the darkness in his eyes. Every word was poisoned and stabbed into his heart like a sharp blade: "You know the best what you did."

The door of the dark room had been closed by Mo Liyan, and no light penetrated in. There was only darkness around.

The atmosphere is almost condensing and suppressed.

The two of them faced each other in a tit-for-tat way.

Ranbai told him a fact with slight fear: "So, there is no antidote."

The words she engraved,

It can never be destroyed.

She made a bold and indifferent action in the depressing atmosphere filled with murderous intent. She directly reached out and grabbed the man's collar neatly, and pulled his collar open in an instant. She could clearly see the deep imprint of the other party's fair and delicate collarbone, and had a kind of abusive beauty that wanted to make people rampant and destroy.

You can also see the scars around you clearly, which are very deep, and you can see the cruelty of the person who is acting. It was not done by Ranbai. Ranbai never treated his own work of art like this, and it was a very perfect item.

That can only be done by Mo Liyan. As for the purpose, Ranbai will know after thinking about it for a moment, and he must have wanted to destroy the mark.

Ranbai took all this without moving, and was a little unhappy.

This displeasure is not directed at the injury and pain of Mo Liyan.

Instead, there were traces of damage around an artwork she made, which was not so pleasing to the eye.

"Why is King Jin not a little more obedient?" She narrowed her eyes, her eyes were dull and her dark emotions were gently moved, her expression remained unchanged, and her tone was slightly cool.

"Lingbai, don't be disgusted by me." Mo Liyan was forced to lean over. He supported the wall behind the girl with one hand, almost obsessed with Ranbai.

The brand of shame was exposed to the culprit, causing a cold anger to rise in his heart uncontrollably. His slender fingers grabbed the girl's slender wrists as if they would break it in the next second. His eyes were red like blood, and his voice was hoarse: "Either tell me how to destroy it, or--"

He stared at her coldly, without any concealing the murderous intent of destroying the world.

"Take your life for sale."

In such a heavy and depressing atmosphere, the biting pain from the wrist, ran Bai didn't care much. He just focused on the white word, rubbing Mo Liyan's clavicle lines with his fingertips, gently rubbing the outline of the font inch by inch by inch by a fingertip, and actually felt a sense of abstinence.

Mo Liyan's body stiffened, and his clenched fingers almost trembled slightly.

The girl's fingertips were as cold as ice and snow, and the temperature was close to the surface of her skin, and it was as fine as an electric current, causing unfamiliar tremors.

He mercilessly pulled away his white hand, rubbed the position of his collarbone hard, and ticked his fingertips to cover the collarbone mark.

"How much does King Jin hate it? He doesn't hesitate to burn his body and make trouble for himself." Ranbai was not annoyed at all, and withdrew his admiring gaze and looked at Mo Liyan with a smile.

Mo Liyan didn't say anything.

Ranbai was slowly and didn't care. Every time he spoke, he always seemed to be neither light nor heavy, nor painful, but itchy, but it looked like a sharp blade that fell into Mo Liyan's ears. Every sentence was a provocative irony.

"That's right, after all, King Jin, who is arrogant, can't stand being labeled as a person's whole body, and it's normal to regard it as a shame."

The girl tskated and smiled evilly, and the darkness and arrogance that penetrated into the bones: "That's a pity. I'm afraid King Jin can only be forced to accept it. It doesn't matter if he can't accept it, you can't destroy it, right?"

The moment the words fell,

The girl was thrown heavily on the wall by Mo Liyan. His movements were fierce and his expression was cold. He looked at Ranbai's eyes, and he was murderous intent.

Being stared at such a gaze was like being suddenly pushed down from the edge of a cliff, with no point to support, and could only let myself sink and then sink.

But Ran Bai chuckled, as if he had discovered something very interesting, and asked calmly: "Is King Jin so angry?"
Chapter completed!