Mo Liyan had already withdrawn his hands as if nothing had happened in the next second, and his wide black sleeves fell down, and his hands were gathered in his cuffs.

He said: "The old rules."

From the beginning to the end, there is no need to tell the person the rules.

"Are you like this now... because of her?" Xie Jinshu locked in King Jin's expression and asked word by word.

Mo Liyan's answer was not flawed or hesitant, and he was cold and indifferent: "No." His tone was calm and cool as the deep pool of night water, and he was lightly stating: "It's just a good time."

that's all,

With just a few words, he easily destroyed all the desperate experiences of dying and almost dead in the snow. This way, without any hesitation, it seemed that the facts were as plain and relaxed as his two words.

Xie Jinshu did not see any change in King Jin's expression, and it seemed that it was really easy.

His eyebrows and eyes were elegant and calm, melting into the snow like ink paintings, and he smiled and said, "Mo Liyan... You said, if I killed you now, will no one know?"

Faced with such a sudden unconcealed murderous intent, Mo Liyan said coldly and arrogantly: "You can try it."

Xie Jinshu looked at him quietly and suddenly asked softly: "How important is that person in your heart?"

He had tried many times, but he still couldn't figure it out.

If it is important, you shouldn't have such a look and attitude.

But if it doesn't matter, then what is all this for?

"What do you have to do with you?" Mo Liyan asked coldly.

Xie Jinshu chuckled, his voice soft and faint: "Well." He lowered his eyes: "You are the rare opponent I respect in this life. I will not take advantage of others' danger, just Mo Liyan--"

"You'd better not like Ling Bai as you showed." Xie Jinshu said: "You can't afford to love her."

"Then can you afford to love?"

Xie Jinshu smiled slightly, "Maybe."

"She is from Prince Jin's mansion one day, and she will be in her life." King Jin paused word by word, extremely cold, wrapped in the thorough coldness of ice and snow.

"But she doesn't admit it."

"I don't need her to admit it."

As long as he determines,

Then all of this,

It can't be changed.

After Mo Liyan left, Xie Jinshu looked at the ice rind grass in thought, frowned slightly, and walked in the direction Mo Liyan said.

"Xie Jiu, what do you think about Mo Liyan?"

"I don't know."

Xie Jinshu sighed softly, but his eyes were cold.

Looking at the snowy sky and earth, Xie Jinshu suddenly remembered more than ten years ago.

It's also like this winter.

It was the first time he saw Mo Liyan.

At that time,

The boy is seven years old.

It was also a winter.

The winter sun is bleak and the sun is dark.

That was the first time Xie Jinshu came to Chu State and came to the Great Chu Palace.

However, he accidentally got lost.

By chance, I smelled the bloody smell in the nearby air.

Xie Jinshu was very interested. On a whim, he followed the bloody smell and came to a desolate palace carved with the three big words "Qiaoge".

The surroundings are covered with weeds and desolate and dilapidated. It can be seen that no one has taken care of for a long time. It is simply not like a place where one lives alone.

And it's here,

The smell of blood is even stronger.

Xie Jinshu, who was only seven years old, was sure that this was the root cause, so he walked in without hesitation.

The young man in white clothes is better than snow has clear eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, like a banished immortal, and looks out of place.

Until Xie Jinshu stepped into the palace hidden in the overgrown weeds and lush trees, the moment he opened the door, a strong smell of blood came to his face.

There were no corpses on the ground, they must have been dealt with, and the blood around them should have been cleaned up, but because it had just happened, the fishy smell was still lingering. It is not difficult to imagine what tragic scenes happened and how many people died.

Xie Jinshu walked in and his steps suddenly stopped.

Because he saw someone unexpectedly.

He looked like a very young boy. He was wearing a black dress and looked thin and cold. He sat down beside the wall, lowered his head, and couldn't see his face clearly.

My body was stained with blood, and even my clothes were dyed deep red. My body was covered with wounds. I couldn't tell where it was good. Just a glance made me feel thrilling and tragic.

His legs stretched across there, in a strange and weak curve, and he could see the exposed ankles dripping blood, and his hands also hang down on both sides of his body, with blood stains visible.

On the ground beside him, large patches of red blood were stained, which was shocking.

That was not the first time Xie Jinshu saw such a bloody scene. He had come into contact with a lot of things, but it was the first time he felt such a tragic and violent impact.

That looks...

He is still a boy of his age.

Xie Jinshu was dressed in white snow and white clothes, and walked up to the nobles, looked at the young man casually, and explored with some curiosity: "Are you dead?" He asked casually, but unexpectedly met the raised eyes of the young man.

At this moment,

Xie Jinshu saw that face clearly.

Each stroke is just right and exquisite, with a cold and cold side profile, clean and distinct lines, from the dark slightly tall brow bones to the curve of eyelashes, it looks very attractive, and the eyelashes are too fine and long.

A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes give people an extremely sharp feeling. Under the bridge of the high nose is a thin lips with a light and bewitching color. The curve of the lower jaw is sharp and beautiful. The slightly tilted neckline extends to the collarbone, which is perfect, giving a cold and sharp feeling.

The boy's eyes were dark and deep, like ink stains, with unfathomable emotions, like an abyss.

His temperament is just too cold, with a faint sense of hostility, and is an inaccessible arrogance.

Xie Jinshu's heart trembled slightly.

He soon thought of who the boy in front of him was.

The third prince.

Mo Liyan.

After slowly looking at the boy for a long time, Xie Jinshu smiled slightly, as gentle as jade. He leaned over and half-kneeled in front of Mo Liyan.

After looking at it, the snow-white brocade boots intentionally or unintentionally stepped on the boy's slender fingers that were unable to hang on his side, crushing them faintly. With a bit of harsh force, the hem of the clothes hangs loosely, covering such a movement.

The young master smiled indifferently and harmlessly, as quiet and far-reaching as ink paintings. He blinked his eyes and asked softly: "Do you want me to save you?"

"Please." He bent his beautiful eyes and said with a smile.

It should be clearly a naive and childish age, but he smiled calmly, less childish, and more of the evil and murderous intent hidden in indifference.

Even the tone was light and elegant, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with this, maybe it was just a whim idea.

"You beg me and I will save you."
Chapter completed!