Chapter 2863

Moyo is after two hours,

The pain of cone heart was relieved slowly, and the boiling of blood seemed to calm down gradually.

Dyed white slightly loosened her clenched hand, and her eyelashes drooped gently, as if thinking.

"Su, the host." Feng Luo called her tremblingly.

The scene was too, too unbearable.

"Hmm?" ran Bai's side Yan was clear. Her cold fingertips gently pressed her pulse and suddenly said, "I suddenly want to see the poison maker."

In fact, ran Baifang never lied.

This poison is really good.

It suddenly interested her who hadn't touched the poison for a long time.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

She played with a dagger and turned out a clean and empty porcelain vase from the room. Without blinking, she took the dagger and cut her wrist. The blood flowed in the porcelain vase along the line.

Normal bright red color.

"The color is as usual." dyed white objectively commented.

"Don't hurt yourself!"

Dyed white: "

"Save samples and study poisons. Understand?"

Self mutilation is a ghost.

Sealing off: ⊙ ﹏ ⊙

The host's idea is hard to guess.

"HMM... do you want to use props for the host?" Feng Luo stared at the thing from the lottery and muttered: "the three thousand world is empty... It's useless. Does the host want to trigger it?"

Dyed white: "No."

It was sealed off.

It seemed like a smoke in vain.

Dye Bai simply treated the wound and just put away the porcelain bottle. She planned to have time to study it carefully in the future, but she heard the hunting sound outside the lattice window.

Like the sound of swords and swords.

The girl in the room did not change her face. She even walked to the window with some leisure and elegance, opened the window and watched the scene in the hospital.

And then,

But suddenly a young man in night clothes rushed in the direction of the room.

Ranbai looks at him quietly.

This man has no intention of killing, and his breath is restrained.

If you don't admit your mistake,

That should be

Today's crown prince.

Mo Yilei.

Late at night, the crown prince of a country brought assassins into the Royal brother's palace to meet women privately.

Stimulation.

The door of the room was quickly closed. Mo Yilei turned around and directly tore away the black gauze covering his face, revealing a beautiful face. He looked very upright and peaceful, and his eyes and eyebrows showed the noble spirit of the royal family.

Dyed white looked at him blandly.

Don't move.

And now,

He hurried to the thin and cold girl in white. It seemed that there was a dark light at the bottom of his eyes. He looked a little worried: "I've been worried about you these days. I heard that your life and death are unknown. I almost thought you had been killed by that Mo Liyan. Now I got the news and came to you specially. Are you all right?"

"Something's wrong." ranbai spits out a sentence indifferently. The carved window is still half open. The cool wind of early summer poured in from the window. The girl's hair is flying and her face is clear and meaningful. Compared with the past, she is more cold and indifferent like ice and snow.

Mo Ye Lei stagnated imperceptibly.

Dye Bai glanced at the scene of dangerous killing and blood splashing three feet in the courtyard outside the window, directly reached out to close the window and walked towards the direction of the red sandalwood seat, "how did the prince know the news?"

At that time, Mo Yelei probably didn't expect that he would face the girl's casual and indifferent attitude at the risk of coming over, and some lost his voice.

Subject to changing moods, he only coughed up after two or three seconds. "Naturally, there is an eye liner." he looked at two young girls in white clothes and snow. He thought, "brother, how did you get out?"

"Can't I come out?" ran Bai didn't answer Mo Yelei's meaning, but asked a light rhetorical question.

Mo Yilei frowned slightly. He listened to the voice outside and gradually calmed down. He knew that he didn't have much time and had to leave as soon as possible. Although he didn't ask what he wanted to ask, there seemed to be more variables in Ling Bai's side, but he really couldn't spend it here any more. So he sorted out his clothes and said, "anyway, you are from my prince's house."

After that, without any hesitation, he turned the window and left. The figure of the night clothes soon disappeared in the night until it disappeared.

The sound of weapons collision and fighting at night in early summer also calmed down slowly until silence was restored.

It seems that this matter is just a trivial episode.

Ranbai sits alone in his position and drinks a glass of wine carelessly. He walks like running water and is cold and self-contained. That kind of action seems to be waiting for someone.

Soon,

There was a knock on the door.

The girl drank slowly, elegant and indifferent, her eyes narrowed slightly, "enter."

The door was pushed open, and a figure came in with a sword. His sight first scanned the room, and then fell on the rigorous and sitting girl in white.

"An assassin assassinated just now. I'm afraid he bothered the girl. I heard that someone broke in in this direction. Is there anything unusual?"

The seventh day was still flat faced, but it was rare to say so much in one breath.

"What's the abnormality?" dyed white gently put down the wine glass. The snow silver sleeve fell gently on the wrist bone, and the fingers were slender and beautiful. "It's clear. It shouldn't be."

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, she pursed her lips and didn't speak.

"If so, naturally not." ranbai holds her delicate jaw with one hand, just like a relegated fairy. She has not been affected by the assassination. The atmosphere is quiet. Seeing that she doesn't speak on the seventh day of the seventh day, ranbai asks, "what else?"

On the seventh day of the seventh day, she was silent. "The girl should pay attention to safety. Be careful that the assassin will come back and hurt you."

Dyed white: "nature."

On the seventh day, he turned and walked out of the room, directly carried his lightness skills, returned to the study in a few moments, bowed his head and went in, "master."

"One assassin has gone, and the rest have been captured."

The lamp halo in the corner is stained with a hazy halo, and the fire light is flickering and jumping. The lampshade embroidered with landscape painting is plated with a layer of shallow gold awn, and the light and pleasant smelling incense curls up from Tonglu.

There was a warm orange light in the study.

The lonely, handsome, noble and awe inspiring Prince leaned on the seat of the study at will. His slender white fingers supported his forehead, his long eyelashes gently hung a perplexing radian, his expression was lazy, and his eyes fell lightly on the chessboard placed in front of him.

Sunspots and whites cross and fall. Viewed from above, the picture is like a dragon in the sky. The situation is magnificent and frightening step by step. Each child seems to hide an opportunity to kill.

There was no one else in the study.

Play chess by yourself.

Mo Liyan didn't speak, and didn't speak on the seventh day. He just stood there with a sword and waited for instructions.

A black transparent chess piece was played lazily by a man, more and more against the cold white of the moonlight on his fingertips. Finally, he dropped a piece in the chess game, and the black chess made a clear sound on the chessboard. At the same time, he said, "kill it."

Mo Liyan looked at the chessboard in front of him with a smile, but there was no smile at the bottom of his eyes. His thin lips gently recalled a creepy and treacherous radian: "don't keep alive."

The seventh day should say, "yes."