After that moment of blankness, she was calm enough and asked three words restrainedly, with a steady voice without any trembling: "Why?"

He could have hurt her, but why did he abandon the sword?

It can be avoided, but why don’t you hide?

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes kept trembling, covering all the pain and depression, leaving only a deep and faint smile, staring at Ranbai with greed, curling his lips at her hard, falling on her, coughing several times, suppressing the blood, and coughing out the blood. His voice was low and hoarse, intermittent, but he paused every word, extremely clear: "You once said..."

"If so, if I give you my life, you might be relieved."

He closed his eyes and recalled the scene. Every detail was clearly engraved in his mind. He once thought he was not concerned, but that sentence was like a shadow, buried deep in his heart without realizing it.

——Why would King Jin give me his life? Maybe I will be relieved?

The half-joking tone of the former girl echoed in her ears again, lingering in Mo Liyan's heart, and also crashing into Ranbai's ears.

She let her fingertips holding the sword pause slightly, and she didn't know how to react.

That sentence...

She had long forgotten.

If Mo Liyan didn't say it, she wouldn't even remember it again in her life.

After all, I never cared about this sentence.

At this moment, listening to Mo Liyan's sudden statement, Ranbai vaguely realized something. It was too late for her to stop it.

Mo Liyan used his strength to raise his hand. The slender and distinct finger was firmly held onto the blade that pierced his heart. The palm of his hand was sharply cut, and he didn't care about the blood. He didn't even blink his eyes. He held the sword fiercely and decisively, pushing towards his heart without hesitation.

Blood gushed out wildly, and the clothes were darkened. He coughed blood, but asked Ranbai with a smile: "Now, does it count?"

The setting sun is like a fire, burning and covering half of the sky, telling the end of everything in this world.

The battlefield situation was chaotic and fought hard, with swords and swords, and wars almost integrated into one. In such a cruel picture of blood flowing into a river of twilight, they seemed to be separated from everything and became their own world.

Ranbai held the sword hard, and tried hard until the knuckles turned cold. She smiled deeply and sadly but unexpectedly lightly and affectionately at the Emperor. Her tongue pressed against her palate and suddenly sneered, every word was sobbing and heartbroken, and she was extremely heartbroken: "Why take it seriously if you say it casually?"

"It's okay." Mo Liyan said softly. He could feel that his vitality was gradually losing, blood was gushing out of his body, and the temperature was gradually becoming cold, but he was not confused or afraid. Although he was weak, he was calm. Although he was dying, he was noble.

He still held the blade tightly in his hand, and he didn't know how to cut his hands and flesh. Without any warning, he stabbed his heart hard again!

Blood splattered on him and on her.

"You are given to you, your life is given to you, and the world is given to you." He held the sword and swallowed the blood that poured into his throat, suppressing the cold and huge pain. His voice was very light, and he was still coaxing her when he was dying. He said gently with difficulty and bloodshed, "Can you not be angry?"

Who would use such an extreme way to die in her hands?

A drop of blood was splashed on the back of Ranbai's hands, and the viscous and delicate feeling was warm, even hot, and it was extremely burning at that moment, as if it could hurt people, which made her fingertips tremble inevitably, and then tremble violently, which was a strong resistance.

It shouldn't be like this...

It shouldn't.

She rubbed the blood on the back of her hand hard and tried to wipe it clean, but it was covered with blood on her hands. She couldn't wipe it off. She gritted her teeth, and her fine eyelashes drooped over her peach blossom eyes, and squeezed out a few words: "I'm not angry."

Ranbai wanted to take back the sword, but Mo Liyan refused to let go. The palm of his hand was bleeding because of the friction of the sword blade. The bones still knew that they were still unaware of it. It seemed that there was no pain at all, and he was just holding the sword stubbornly.

Ranbai tried hard, but did not pull it out, restraining all his emotions, and bit the word heavily in a very cold and strong tone: "Let go."

The young emperor was covered in blood, as if he was stained with blood. His face was too pale, and his heart was even more shocking to the flowing blood, and his body was almost gone.

The soldiers around him died in a hundred battles, and blood flowed into a river, and he seemed to be one of them, completely sinking into the abyss and barely leaning against the girl.

This time, Mo Liyan did not listen to Ranbai's words, but instead said calmly to Ranbai's words, with a very low voice, and he tried his best to suppress: "The jade seal is still in the dark room. I have rewritten a copy of the surrender book, you can go and pick it up at any time."

"You can drain my blood within one hour after I die, which is still effective in relieving the heart Gu."

"Although Xie Jinshu is a confidant, you have the opposite interests and you must be careful of others. If you want to move the Xie family, you still need to make a long-term decision and uproot it."

"Although Han Xun is a blood relative of you, he is still an emperor after all, he..."

His words were filled with screams everywhere, and the sound of shouts and fighting was particularly light, and the cold wind could be shattered.

Intermittent, breath is like a slept in the spring, and the lines are all about dyed white, expressing the lovesickness of life.

The words and pauses were like light feathers, as if they would disappear in the blink of an eye. But when it was heard in the ears of Ranbai, it seemed to hit hard in the heart, tearing apart the deep bloody mouth, which was particularly clear and unforgettable.

Mo Liyan was analyzing the current situation in South Korea for Ranbai, but he was interrupted by Ranbai before he could finish his words.

"Do you think I need it?" Ranbai didn't want to hear Mo Liyan say this at all. Her eyes looked at Mo Liyan without any movement, trembling, or horror, as if all emotions were hidden in the surging deep sea, darkened and obliterated again and again.

"Mo Liyan, you can die." Her knuckles turned pale, but her face was extremely indifferent, and she whispered mockingly and sarcastically: "But why do you die in my hands?"

"I don't want to kill. I don't like to dirty my hands, understand?" She gritted her teeth, and said word by word, and hit Mo Liyan like a sharp blade: "Life well for me!"

Behind the girl in red was the tragic battlefield with corpses and bones flowing into a river, and the afterimage of blood was like blood. The cold wind rustled, making her hair flew in a mess, and her clothes were shivering.

She was going to draw out the sword.

Mo Liyan suddenly called the words in her name and smiled at her: "Bai."

A simple word reveals the endless regrets and regrets and thousands of feelings that come from getting to know each other, from being close to far and wide, from being acquainted to being hostile.
Chapter completed!