Chapter 2860

Dyed baiton for two seconds, turned sideways, and his black eyes fell on the slender figure leaning against the window not far away.

Jin Wang Mo Liyan was dressed in ice silk, Black Embroidered silver brocade clothes, dark cloud sleeves, jade crown and hair, lined with a fairy like face.

Now,

That pair of amorous and indifferent Danfeng eyes fell lightly on ran Bai. The light from the lattice window soon disappeared in his eyes, and his eyes were deep and secluded.

With that kind of eyes, ran Bai didn't have any amazing fluctuations, but said, "it's obvious."

"Ah..." Mo Liyan seemed to smile. He walked slowly to Zhuo's case, as if to himself: "it's a pity to bless."

"What I wish is not luck, but death." the girl corrected indifferently, dressed in white and elegant.

If you really answer Mo Liyan, there will be only one final outcome.

Dead.

"So?" Mo Liyan didn't care. His dark red thin lips caught up a strange and cool radian, sat there, didn't look at dye white again, and casually flipped through the books placed on the table in front of him.

"Jin, Wang Conghui, want to know why I came."

Mo Liyan didn't look up. His expression was sparse. While reading the book, he said, "in that case, go back."

"King Jin is not curious about the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"The people who want to kill the king are just who they are. It doesn't matter whether they are confirmed or not."

Mo Liyan looked indifferent. He wasted time to see an assassin. If she can only say such meaningless things, it's right for him to see the wrong person.

"I can help you." the girl's voice was calm and calm.

"Just an assassin, what can I do for the king?" Mo Liyan gently rubbed a page of the book with his white fingertips. His action was elegant and gentle, deep and introverted. His tone was like a smile for a moment: "kill?"

"But this assassin is not an ordinary assassin. She knows a lot." this is due to the fact that the crown prince attached importance to the original owner and cultivated him as a confidant. Unfortunately, something went wrong later.

If anyone in the world knows the original owner's feelings for Mo Yelei, there is another one——

It's Mo Yelei.

"Don't you need a piece on the surface?"

"If Mo Yelei knows I'm not dead, he's by your side..." ran Bai looks at him, and his sharp eyes directly hit the eyes that Mo Liyan just raised. He asks him vaguely, "what will he do?"

Mo Liyan: "not enough."

Ran Bai approached the table and stopped in front of the man. She supported her body with one hand and opened her lip: "intelligence transaction."

"Cooperation, I help you."

"The girl seems to be loyal before. She'd rather die than move?" Mo Liyan finally left his sight from the book and asked with interest.

Cooperation.

She abandoned the crown prince to help him.

But

It depends on whether he wants it or not.

That's the original owner.

It wasn't me.

Of course, dyed white face would not say, "just live." her tone was light and cold and rational: "who doesn't want to live."

Even so,

But the girl's eyes didn't have half the thought of life or the fear of death. It was cold like late at night.

That tone is not like saying things related to their own life and death, but rather like describing and evaluating strangers.

Dyed white stared at him, slightly closer, her lips opened gently, and silently spit out three words.

——Wei Pingsheng.

Intelligence trading.

Mo Liyan understood who the girl was talking about. The name made him slightly squint the Danfeng eyes of the long and narrow demon governance. He leaned back. The beautiful and gorgeous face was expressionless at the moment. His eyes fell on the girl, cold and wanton.

That look is very light, like looking at a corpse.

long time.

The young prince's slender and beautiful fingers put down the book in his hand, loosened his mouth and said in the same tone: "I'll give you the answer tonight."

"The seventh day of the lunar new year." Mo Liyan knocked on the table, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy, and shouted a name indifferently.

There was an instant answer outside the study.

"Take her down and find a guest room for placement." although this was said with the seventh day of the seventh day of the lunar new year, Mo Liyan's eyes fell on the girl and did not move away for half a minute. It was like staring at the prey. The hunter dormant in the dark night showed some kind of visual danger. The arc of thin lips was half aroused, and his interest was cruel.

Dyed white reached her goal and didn't stay for half a moment. She turned and walked out.

"Girl, please." as soon as you get out of the study, you can see the seventh day of the seventh day, with a young baby face, Lao Cheng coldly greets dye's white dot.

In view of the change in this matter, the seventh day did not have the slightest curiosity, and kept silent all the way to dye leucorrhea.

Finally stopped in a guest room.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he came back immediately and stood silently in the study.

Mo Liyan gently turned over two pages of books. On the dense black words, he thought of the beautiful peach blossom eyes just now.

It is a perfect eye shape, and the look of Qinggu in that eye is even more exciting.

With this in mind, Mo Liyan stared at the ancient text with dark eyes. His eyes deepened a little. After a slight pause of two seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth in a quiet study.

Happiness and anger are hard to distinguish, evil and lazy.

"Seventh day."

"My subordinates are here."

"What do you think of the man's eyes?"

The seventh day is stuck.

He didn't expect that the master would ask himself such a question. As for who the "man" in the master's mouth was, he was very clear in his heart on the seventh day of junior high school. He thought back and answered, "it's beautiful."

It's just too cold.

Having got such an answer, Mo Liyan was not surprised. Instead, he was interested in hooking his thin lips. His white fingers supported his beautiful forehead. "I also feel quite beautiful."

The next second, he said thoughtfully, "I don't know what will happen if you gouge it out."

The tone was calm and understated.

Seventh day: "

He knew the master was not joking.

But he thought for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

Mo Liyan is really serious.

But on second thought, when all emotions dissipate in the bottom of your eyes, there is only an empty shell.

It doesn't seem perfect.

It's fresh on that man.

"That's all." Mo Liyan gently spit out two words, and then he said a sentence that makes people unable to understand the purpose of emotion: "you go and invite Chu Qing and him over."

The seventh day bowed his head: "yes."

"Oh, don't invite me, I'm not coming." Chu Qing and just went to the door of the study, they heard a faint word inside. Then they smiled, pushed the door and went in.

He is in his twenties. He is handsome, with shining star eyes. He is wearing a sky blue robe. He is more and more white, well-dressed, gentle and elegant.

Seeing this on the seventh day, I want to retire silently.

Mr. Chu is one of the capable subordinates of the master's sect. He specializes in medicine and poison. He is a true poison doctor. He makes some inexplicable poisons when he has nothing to do.