Chapter 2888

Wei xinglie bit his teeth angrily, and there was no way to stop such a thing. He thought at the bottom of his heart how important it was to let adults make such an irrational move!

The far away Mo Liyan rushed back to King Jin's house with his horse. He got off his horse, looked cold and walked straight in the direction of the study.

In about a quarter of an hour,

Mo Liyan broke into Zhaoyun pavilion with a cold and gloomy look.

"Master?" ruolian kept outside the Zhaoyun Pavilion. She saw a straight and proud figure rush into the pavilion and cried out in amazement.

Didn't the master take action tonight? Why did he come back early?

"Ling Bai?" Mo Liyan opened his mouth impatiently. His voice restrained his hoarseness, as if he had quenched the cold ice.

If Lian Meng forced for a moment, he quickly opened his mouth after reacting: "Miss, miss, she's in there. Er, master, you don't have to worry. If Miss takes the antidote of Gu poison, there should be nothing wrong."

At that moment, Mo Liyan's fierce eyes shot over, "where did she get the antidote?"

"Ah?" if Lian didn't react, she murmured, "didn't you give it to her, master? I think the young lady looks like nothing..."

Ruolian smelled the bloody smell on the man and was a little nervous: "master, are you hurt?!"

Mo Liyan didn't care about this nonsense, let alone Ruo Lian's meaningless problem. He went to the door and knocked with his slender and clear fingers. He ordered coldly and faintly: "Ling Bai, open the door."

There was no sound in the room, let alone response.

Mo Liyan screwed off his eyebrows, and the last trace of patience was exhausted. He was cold, took a step back, and then directly raised his legs and kicked the door open!

Ruo Lian is stunned.

After the door was kicked open, Mo Liyan went in directly, looked inside and directly hit the girl sitting on the inner room seat.

A room full of chaos,

The things on the table were completely overturned, the tea was sprinkled on the ground, the fragmented porcelain pieces lay on the ground alone, and blood was flowing down.

The girl was dressed in white, especially cold but fragile. Her back was straight, without any sign of bending. She was lonely and lonely.

It can be seen that she has a restrained and forbearing look. She looks really calm, like a blood sucking aristocrat who is about to sleep. Her side face is too pale without the slightest blood color. Mo Liyan can see the undulating neck line due to the girl's rapid breathing, and the Dai cyan blood vessels are obvious.

Look at her calm look,

It's hard to imagine what inhuman and sharp pain she is enduring.

The young prince stood there with dark eyes. From top to bottom, he seemed to be looking at the damage of his goods, and looked at dye white indifferently all over. Then he walked forward slowly.

He glanced at the dagger and several bloody wounds in the girl's hand, stopped in front of Ran Bai and looked down at her. He didn't care what the girl was enduring at present, but casually asked a topic that had nothing to do with the matter: "why don't you open the door?"

"Why do you have to open?" ran Bai finally opens her eyes, holds the dagger in one hand and asks her hoarsely.

Such dyeing white,

Is invisible and fragile.

Mo Liyan suddenly felt a little strange. He slowly knelt down on one knee and half, put one hand on his knee at will, and the other hand gently pinched the girl's pale and delicate jaw. His vision quietly turned around the dyed white face. His cold fingertips gently rubbed the girl's side face, like rubbing a beautiful and fragile porcelain, gentle but cold.

The tone was lukewarm and asked her, "Ling Bai, do you want an antidote?"

The young prince took time to look at her. His long, narrow and evil Danfeng eyes lightly picked up a specious smile. His eyes were cold and cold. His dark eyes fell into the girl's pale expression, but he didn't have half pity at the bottom of his eyes. He even repeated again in a very plain and noble tone: "do you need an antidote?"

I don't know why.

Ranbai suddenly smiled, like the moment of melting frost and snow. Unfortunately, the smile was not half warm. She stretched out another intact right hand and clamped the man's white and cold wrist to curb Mo Liyan's action.

Ice thick black sleeves rubbed the white fingertips, which was very cold, and even felt a sharp blade like scratch and pain in a trance.

She stared at Mo Liyan and said, "so, did king Jin come here specially to ask such a meaningless question?"

Mo Liyan gave a sigh and glanced at the clasped wrist. He was quite tired and light. He broke off the girl's fingers bit by bit, until dye White's fingertips couldn't fall on his side. He calmly denied this: "of course not."

He seemed a little bored. Before ranbai could take the initiative to soften with him, he was not interested. He took a look at the tea cup that fell to the ground, took back his eyes and straightened up again.

Dyed white eyes always looked at Mo Liyan coldly, and her eyes were cold.

In front of the dyed white face,

Mo Liyan poured out the bloody suppressive antidote in the porcelain bottle without expression, and then it was very rough and neat, not pitiful, or even half gentle. He forcibly pinched the girl's jaw with the tip of his left finger and forcibly fed the pill in his palm into dye's mouth.

A few moments after the medicine was given,

The man's white and cold palm inadvertently pasted the girl's shallow and thin lip flap. The strange and strange touch made him complete the action of feeding medicine more quickly. He took it back like an electric shock and frowned imperceptibly.

The reaction of dyed white was stronger than that of Mo Liyan. The pill with a bloody smell was swallowed off guard. Her throat rolled up and down twice. Some nausea swept through her body and subconsciously wanted to vomit.

Mo Liyan looked at the girl's action coldly, and was quite unhappy. He threatened with Yin pity: "lingbai, you dare to spit it out."

"Do you want to die?" his tone was cold and impatient. "This is the antidote."

The dyed white finger pressed on the throat, because she made a deep crimson color on her fingertips, which was really the antidote. She could feel that the pain seemed to be invisible for the last second, and the pain had faded a lot at the moment.

"King Jin came to me for something else?" she didn't think that Mo Liyan ran to Zhaoyun pavilion to send her an antidote, so she said in a dumb voice: "come on, what's the matter?"

"Why, I can't come if I'm fine?" but Mo Liyan seems to have misunderstood her meaning, cold as ice.