Chapter 2922

Late at night.

The wind, sword and rain outside the window, thunder rolling.

The dagger in the window is cold and depressed.

The sudden rain mixed with strong wind beat the windows, and the indoor green lights shone on the wall. The light was dim and there was no half warmth.

It was another "roar --!" thunder that exploded, and suddenly hit the eardrum, like hitting the bottom of the heart, with a palpitating sound.

Facing his current situation,

Mo Liyan didn't have any panic at all. He leaned there coldly and calmly, looked at the action of dyeing white, and swept a sarcastic arc on his lips, "why, do you want to kill the king?"

This is the past,

She wanted revenge on him for insulting her so much.

It's a matter of course.

The young prince even said things related to his life and death, with an air of lightness and a sense of arrogance.

Even if controlled by others, the cold edge will not be halved.

"I won't kill you." the silver light turned by the dagger flickered in the bottom of the girl's eyes. She gave such an answer with a light smile. There was no mask or angry tone. "I said, give you a gift."

Ranbai held a dagger in one hand, while the other hand supported the young prince's side and leaned close to the past. The distance between the two gradually shortened. She looked down at the indifferent figure of Xuanyi, facing the deep and fierce eyes.

After a little silence,

With her dagger, she opened the neckline of the man's ice thick black clothes with a very slow attitude, revealing a small piece of white skin and faint clavicular lines.

Dye Bai looked at it quietly. She kept moving in her hand. She took off her coat with a dagger and faded to her shoulder. The sharp dagger cut the button of the snow-white middle coat.

Mo Liyan's expression was shrouded in the shadow. His eyes were dark and staring at the girl above. His slender fingers hanging on his side tried to exert force. Even his knuckles were covered with terrible Mori white, but it was still difficult to control his strength.

No strength at all.

But,

What ranbai has done at the moment has completely touched the bottom line of Mo Liyan.

"Ling Bai." Mo Liyan's voice poured out thousands of miles of cold, vaguely revealing Sen Li, ruthless and extremely cold, and with the unique dignity of the superior, "don't force the king to kill you."

If she dares to do anything to him today,

You can't step out of King Jin's house.

"It doesn't matter." ranbai whispered to him indifferently, "if King Jin wants to kill him, kill him."

"Are you afraid of threatening me now?" the girl tilted her eyes, with curved eyebrows and eyes, a cold and morbid sense of pleasure, although she didn't distinguish half a panic from Mo Liyan's expression.

Mo Liyan: "Oh."

Ran Bai didn't speak any more. She just broke Mo Liyan's clothes with a dagger, half faded on her shoulder, and exposed all the collarbones of the young prince's shoulders.

His life is beautiful and full of elegance. All of them are perfect. They are natural works of art.

The ice thick black clothes set off his white and clear complexion, with a cold sense of abstinence and perplexing beauty.

The clavicle has clear lines, delicate and charming, extending on both sides of the shoulders. The shoulder line is cold and beautiful.

When the skin is exposed to the air, it feels slightly cool and trembles with fine muscles and bones.

Mo Liyan narrowed his eyes a little. His eyes were gloomy and cold. He tried to exercise power again and again. He had a sharp tingling feeling, bumped into the meridians and caused colic in the internal organs. However, he was reckless and had no sense of being caught like this.

"Don't bother, it can't be solved." ran Bai calmly looked at such a scene. Her white fingertips wiped the blood overflowing from the prince's lips, "why bother."

"So?" Mo Li Yanming looked at her coldly, "what do you want to do?"

Ran Bai paused a little, and the strength of holding the dagger trembled fiercely because of the impact of the spread of poison poison poison. The tearing colic made blood gush into her bones. She reluctantly swallowed the blood gushing out of her throat. She knew she didn't have much time. She just lowered her eyes, and the white lips fell on Mo Liyan's clavicle and kissed.

The cold breath and strange touch made the ink leave Yan's eyes. In addition to the cold hostility, it had a bit of undisguised disgust.

"It may hurt a little, but it doesn't matter. You can bear it and it will be fine soon." she whispered, tightening her strength with the dagger, and her palm turned red.

Mo Liyan soon understood what ranbai wanted to do when he broke into his bedroom with a dagger at night.

In the middle of the night, the cold rain knocked on the window, the wind and rain, the overwhelming trend, the crackling impact on the window, mercilessly beating the world.

The blade of the dagger is unparalleled sharp and glitters with penetrating silver light. It can kill people in the blink of an eye. It is reflected in the bottom of Mo Liyan's eyes, shaking countless sharp and broken light pieces.

then,

Dye Bai took the dagger, and the tip of the dagger was against the white linglie clavicle of Mo Liyan. Because of her strength, successive blood beads exuded.

She didn't care whether Mo Liyan would hurt or not, and didn't care whether Mo Liyan would live or die. She was just very focused and stubborn. She grabbed the dagger and scratched it on the young prince's collarbone one knife after another, just like carving a work of art, gentle and elegant indifference.

The dagger cut the flesh and blood, close to the thick white bone, and carved sharp and smooth strokes on the clavicle.

The light is dim,

The severe pain was better than the overwhelming attack. The gurgling blood surged madly from around the dagger. The strong smell of blood filled the air. A large amount of blood flowed along the clavicle of the ink, and there was a thrilling beauty on the original white skin.

The crimson blood dyed the dagger, the girl's slender hands, and Mo Liyan's clothes.

Mo Liyan suddenly clenched his fingers hanging on his side, and his knuckles stretched out a terrible dark color because of pain and force. His eyes were dark, vicious and cold, like the blade quenched with severe poison in the world, rolling with the cold and gloomy that almost destroyed the sky and the earth. Every word spit out from his lips and teeth was like forcibly wiping the blade and seeping blood "Ling Bai, you want to die!"

The action of dyeing White was very stable and smooth from beginning to end. Even though her whole body was invaded by the pain of blood, she could endure it. She was pale and stubborn, locked the picture carved by herself, and took the dagger without half a pause and hesitated to carve.

Every knife,

Cut into flesh and bones.

Sharp pain in the cone heart.

Finally,

It's done.

There is a deep mark on the collarbone of the young prince's left shoulder.

It's a font scratched with a dagger.

White.

Is an indelible existence.

Dyed white half fell on Mo Liyan. The shadows in his eyes were confused, and the black fog lingered, as if it were the most unfathomable vortex.

She was very satisfied with her works. There was extreme and morbid pleasure in her expression, and a low overflow of laughter. She even gently kissed the bloody words carved out of her lifelong obsession, and the bloody lips pressed against Mo Liyan's ears. She said in a silent voice: "King Jin will spend the rest of his life with this brand."