Chapter 623

Above Jinluan hall.

Mo yuan seemed to suddenly understand something. He stepped back for several steps and looked unbelievably outside the Jinluan hall.

Su Yunlian, dressed in black and armed with a sword, came in, "emperor, so the people have been cleaned up."

"OK." Mo Jinhan was dressed in a dark light Gold Dragon Robe, and the tassels on the emperor's crown shook gently because of dyeing white.

Dyed white winked at Mo Jin Han and silently made a mouth, "I, go out."

Mo Jin Han held dyed white hands and said, "we'll go out together later."

Dyed white: "......"

At this time, the prime minister also came in and stood on the side of Mo Jinhan, smiling like an old fox.

Mo yuan suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood and laughs wildly.

Lost! He lost!

"Ha ha! You are worthy of the emperor! The emperor!"

Mu Xi stared at all this in front of him.

How could it be like this!

Mingming, the plan is good!

Why, fail!

Remember white! Remember white! It's all memory.

If it's not Yibai, if it's not Yibai.

"Host, the threat value is OK."

Dyed white looked like a smile, casual and careless, "good."

Feng Luo looked at the system on Muxi and seemed eager to try. The energy of this system is not bad!

At the same time, Muxi had a severe pain from the soul,

Let Mu Xi at the foot of an unstable, pale.

There seems to be something lost!

Mo Jinhan looked cold and indifferent at Mo yuan, who looked crazy, without saying anything.

Mo yuan stared at Mo Jin Han and then looked at everyone present.

Prime minister, ah,

It's already colluded with Mo Jinhan!

What about the others?

I've been calculating for a long time!

He was really, totally defeated!

The final outcome is doomed,

Moyuan rebelled and forced the palace, and his crime has been to death.

All other remaining evils shall be cleaned together.

Since then, all the people above the court are mo Jinhan.

Mo Jinhan took dye Bai's hand and left the Jinluan hall.

Outside, there were no bodies and rivers of blood.

Cleaning has already begun.

Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air.

Mo Jinhan finished everything in advance and returned to Fenghe palace with ran Bai.

Mo Jinhan held the hand dyed white, slightly cool and white, the thin lip was slightly hooked, and her voice was spoiled with a trace of "recalling white."

Dye Bai tilted her head and looked at Mo Jin Han suspiciously, "huh?"

Mo Jin Han rubbed his dyed white head, opened his thin lips, and suddenly asked, "who is mo Chen?"

There was a faint light in the eyes dyed with white ink, and his voice was careless, "who is it? Is it related?"

She never mentioned the name of Mo Chen.

So, where does Mo Jin Han know?

Mo Jin Han pressed his hands on ran Bai's shoulders, stared at ran Bai for a moment, and looked calm.

She really forgot.

What happened in the hot spring that day.

Ran Bai looks directly at Mo Jin Han.

Four eyes are opposite,

Dyed white eyes are dim.

Mo Jinhan's eyes were as deep as ink.

For a long time, Mo Han smiled, "it's nothing to do, just ask."

Mo Chen, Mo Chen

The cherry lips dyed white and light pink aroused a shallow smile. The shell teeth opened gently, revealing a piece of pink tip of the tongue, "when did I say that, huh?"

For the smiling look of the former girl above, Mo Jin Han spit out three words, "in the hot spring."

The smile on dye's white face remains the same, and her eyes are crystal clear like black gemstones. "Yes, but I forgot."

Those eyes, Mo Chen?

Not the one I met for the first time.

She has absolutely no feelings for the person she met for the first time.

So,

It can only be,

The main soul of this man.

So,

Are they familiar?

How ripe is it?

Can it affect her thoughts.

Ran Bai's quiet mouth, if her voice sighed, "Mo Jinhan, I said, he is you. Do you believe it?"

In front of the girl's calm eyebrows, Mo Jinhan bit very clearly word by word, "I believe."

I believe everything you say.

It's true.

Therefore, I fully believe that Mo Chen is me.

Dye white kisses Mo Jin's cold and thin lips, and the tip of her pink and delicate tongue probes into Mo Jin's cold mouth. It's vague, "good, don't think so much."

Mo Jin Han grabbed dyed white's slender waist and deeply lingered on this kiss to the extreme.