But it's too late to think about anything now. Mo Qingcang suppressed his temper and said majesticly: "It's okay."

Mo Liyan nodded slightly, turned around lightly, and sat calmly in his position. All his movements and actions were like flowing water, and his expression was also arrogant and indifferent.

But no one knows it.

His hands clamped in his wide black cuffs with force, his nails embedded in flesh and blood, and his knuckles turned white.

The snow-white inner clothes were tightly attached to the straight back lines, and cold sweat was pouring on her back.

The pain of the poisonous poison turned into countless sharp blades and stabbed into his body. The murderous intent was almost surging blood and his bones were broken.

He forced himself to swallow the blood and energy from his throat, forcing himself to remain absolutely sober and rational.

Mo Liyan's position is directly opposite Ranbai, so he can see the other party directly.

The distance was not far or near, enough Mo Liyan could see clearly the girl's picturesque eyebrows and cold expression.

His eyes were always entangled with the figure, and he never took a moment to meet Ranbai's gaze.

The girl general's expression was faint, clear and rational, and extremely cold.

Mo Liyan endured the severe pain and suddenly chuckled, and his thin lips opened silently.

He said.

--I am coming.

This time the poison attack happened to be the 24th month, the end of two years, and the beginning of another round of torture.

Perhaps because of this, the heart-controlling Gu started to attack in the daytime, and the pain was thousands of times that of the past twenty-three months. It seemed that all the pain was superimposed together and swept towards him, like the stormy deep sea tide, drowned, swallowed, and annihilated.

After all, Mo Liyan underestimated the pain when the heart-controlling poison was ejaculated, which delayed for a long time.

But no matter what, he must come, sure.

He personally promised that the dyed white

He will never go back on his word.

In order not to let others see any strangeness, Mo Liyan attacked himself again before coming, using serious external injuries to cover up the strangeness of the poison.

Others only saw King Jin's pale and cold side face, and heard occasional low coughs, as if they were suppressing and restraining something.

Everyone admired that they were seriously injured and could still attend the palace banquet. I don’t know why.

Ranbai understood the silent spoken language very clearly and clearly. She stared at the figure in black opposite, and a strange thing appeared in her heart.

Not because of other things, but questioning.

Question what happened to Mo Liyan.

I don't know if it's an illusion, maybe it's related to her.

Mo Liyan looked at the person opposite him, although it was only a distance between an incredible distance, but it always made people feel far away. King Jin slowly held the wine glass, his slender fingers were too cold and his knuckles were tense, but he seemed to have not noticed it. He just picked up the wine glass full of wine with all his strength and toasted it to the direction of the white.

Ranbai saw that King Jin looked gentle, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his thin lips seemed to have a faint smile. Unlike the cold and sharpness of the past, it was a very light smile. He just held his glass to the direction of her.

Ranbai just watched coldly, without any action.

In the hall where the light and shadows were lightly closed, she didn't raise her glass, and Mo Liyan kept smiling and holding the wine to look at her, maintaining that movement.

Over time, someone has noticed this scene.

In the end, Ranbai still took the wine impatiently, and then slapped it all.

Mo Liyan then lowered his eyes and drank the glass of strong wine. The wine was poured straight into his throat, like a sharp blade rubbing, causing a burning pain, but he was satisfied.

The cold pain runs like a weapon that penetrates the internal organs. Every minute and every second is a torture, as if it is the countdown of life, and cannot be seen by others, disguised as a light surface.

A suffocation surged in, and every breath of light was a fatal pain.

King Jin has always remained silent. His consciousness is extremely clear and firm. It cannot be resisted or shaken, just like an ancient sword stabbing into mountains and rivers, never breaking.

The tingling pain spread everywhere, as if the pain had died, and the body began to numb, and it began to get used to such a surge, and it was no longer me.

But Mo Li Yan was staring at the red figure opposite from the front from beginning to end, and his deep and sharp black eyes reflected the white shadow, as if he reflected his world, as if he wanted to carve this person in his bones.

In the cold and biting pain, his heart is still beating for a person, which is an indelible and profound imprint.

A person's name appears clearly and clearly.

——Dye white

It is a love thread that will never be cut, like a trickle of water flowing slowly, without realizing it, it has quietly gathered in the cold and desolate heart when it is not yet known. Every thread is not easy to detect, but it gradually becomes obvious in the powerful heartbeat again and again, until it finally merges into the deep sea and completely occupy the heart.

It is an obsession that cannot be let go of in a lifetime.

Mo Liyan was repeatedly chanting silently, impatient with his annoyance, and he had been entangled countless times.

He looked at his sweetheart in the cold pain and recited her name.

Mo Liyan has never been so awake and understood so unprecedentedly.

He loves her.

On this side, Ran Bai Mosheng ordered: "Let her come on stage."

The guard who had returned at some point nodded slightly to show that he understood.

"Mo Liyan's injury... do you understand?" Xie Jinshu suddenly turned sideways and asked Ran Bai in a low voice.

Ranbai: "It was trauma before, but now it's not sure."

Xie Jinshu narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The palace banquet continues,

And just then,

One round of dancers retreated, the scene fell into a moment of emptiness, and then—

The flowers in the sky were falling and raining down, like a dream in the fairyland.

The sound of the bells goes from far to near.

Several girls in the middle of the dancer walked in with a white snow-robed girl in a silk skirt. The girl's white clothes looked like a fairy, her face covered with white sand, and only her clear eyes showed her heart-wrenching.

Some stunning sounds sounded at the palace banquet.

The girl smiled slightly, danced gracefully to the music, and was very good at dancing.

As his clothes flew, he actually jumped lightly to the palms of countless dancers! His slender waist bent backwards with a soft curve, and his clear eyes were shy and timid, as if it was autumn water.

"The dance of Changqing is good." Xie Jinshu smiled: "What a pity."

Ranbai looked at the gorgeous dance in the center with a leisurely and elegant atmosphere, and his tone was cold and calm: "It's good."

It was not until the end of a dance that the girl in white, who was as dreamy as a fairy, slowly stopped rotating, her snow sleeves covered her face, her clear eyes were filled with brilliance, and her eyes were shining brightly.

The temperament is gentle and elegant without losing its grandeur, and the noble temperament is natural.

The voice is also as soft as the flowers of spring, the moon on the summer night, the soft and warmth that cannot be described, and the open and open.
Chapter completed!