Chapter 2926

Everything is familiar,

But the familiar feeling at the bottom of my heart faded, disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that after the curtain is over, everything is like that.

The girl's eyes were cold and silent, lingering with wisps of light color. She only looked at it, and then dropped her long eyelashes. She didn't answer a word.

But Mo Liyan has got the answer.

He suddenly sneered and sneered. The smile didn't hit the bottom of his eyes. He was thin and cold. The pain on the clavicle was constantly reminding Mo Liyan of what absurd things he had experienced. He pulled off his thin lips and asked her indifferently, "isn't it cheap?"

Like this,

Put it in front of Mo Liyan,

Cheap and cheap, it seems that it can be torn up at any time.

"Well." dyed white narrowed her eyes calmly, thought for a while, and her fingertips knocked on the blade, emitting a cold light, "yes, it's my fault to see the wrong person."

The girl's reaction was different from what Mo Liyan thought, but he didn't care.

He just bent down slowly, knelt on one knee and a half on the ground, looked at the person in front of him carefully and fastidiously from a flat angle, his eyes were strangely light, and the radian pulled by his thin lips was cold and light.

"It was Wang who read the wrong person."

He stared at the face, facing the girl's peach blossom eyes, and said, "I thought you were different from others, but now it seems..."

"It makes no difference."

"The same is disgusting."

Mo Liyan said the most ruthless and cool words in the most elegant and light tone word by word.

In that way, she vetoed all her past intentions in an instant with an understatement.

It comes down to,

Just like everyone else, it's just as disgusting.

Trample the once sincere heart on the deepest part of the dust.

Ranbai smiled lightly, "it's King Jin who has never seen me." she stopped and didn't care: "but forget it."

It's all over,

It's no fun talking about this.

Mo Li has the final say of what he said, but he did not even think about it. What does he mean? Everything seems to be the end of his life.

However, it is obvious that they rarely have a tacit understanding that they are not interested in this topic.

So the ink left the cold sound, and the thin lips gently opened, pouring out the cold, like the wind and snow raging in the winter night. Without temperature, he pressed word by word: "where is the antidote?"

"What antidote?" ran Bai and Mo Liyan looked at each other and were not affected at all. Instead, they asked casually without any concern.

"Don't pretend you don't know." Mo Liyan's patience was exhausted. His eyes overflowed with absolute killing intention in the dark. Words were poisoned and stabbed in his heart like a sharp blade: "you know what you did best."

The door of the dark room had already been closed by Mo Liyan. There was no light penetrating in, and all around was darkness.

The atmosphere was almost condensed.

The two men fought head to head.

Ranbai tells him a fact in the slightest fear: "therefore, there is no antidote."

The words she scratched,

It can never be destroyed.

She made a very bold and indifferent action in a murderous and oppressive atmosphere. She directly stretched out her hand and grabbed the man's collar neatly. In an instant, she roughly and wantonly tore his collar open. You can clearly see the deep brand of prohibition and desire on each other's white and exquisite clavicle, and there is a kind of abusive beauty that wants to be destroyed.

You can also see the scars around. They are very deep. You can see the ruthlessness of the people who do it. It's not made of dyed white. Dyed white never treats a work of art like this, and it's also a very perfect object.

That can only be done by Mo Liyan. As for the purpose of dyeing white, you can know that you must want to destroy the brand.

Dyed white and motionless, he had a panoramic view of all this, and his mood was a little unhappy.

This unhappiness is not aimed at Mo Liyan's injury and pain.

But for a work of art made by herself, there are signs of damage around it, which is not so pleasing to the eye.

"Why is Jin Wang not good?" she narrowed her eyes. The color of her eyes was dark and unclear. She gently raised her dark mood. Her expression remained unchanged and her tone was slightly cool.

"Ling Bai, don't disgust the king." Mo Liyan was forced to bend over. He supported the wall behind the girl with one hand, and the whole person was almost pressed close to ran Bai.

The stigma of being regarded as a disgrace was exposed to the culprit, which made his heart rise cold and angry uncontrollably. His slender and clear fingers gripped the girl's slender wrist, as if it would be broken in the next second. The fundus of his eyes rolled red like blood, and his dumb voice was gloomy: "do you want to tell me how to destroy it, or --"

He stared at her coldly, without concealing his intention to destroy the sky and the earth.

"Trade your life for it."

In such a heavy and depressing atmosphere, the piercing pain from the wrist was dyed white, but he didn't care much. He just stared at such a white word, rubbed the clavicle line of ink Liyan with his finger abdomen, and gently rubbed the font outline inch by inch with his fingertip, which was an astringent feeling of abstinence.

Mo Liyan's body was stiff, and his clenched fingers almost trembled and loosened.

The girl's fingertips are as cold as ice and snow. The temperature is close to the surface of the skin and runs through it like an electric current, causing a strange tremor for no reason.

He mercilessly opened his white hand and wiped the position of the clavicle. His fingertips hooked the lower collar to cover the clavicle brand.

"How much does King Jin hate it? She doesn't hesitate to burn her body with me and toss herself like this." ran Baisi is not angry, takes back her eyes and looks at Mo Liyan with a smile.

Mo Liyan didn't speak.

Dyeing white is slow and doesn't care. Every sentence seems not light or heavy, not painful or itchy, but it looks like a sharp blade. It falls on Mo Liyan's ear. Every sentence is provocative irony.

"That's right. After all, King Jin, who is high above, can't stand all the goods marked as a person. It's normal to regard it as a disgrace."

The girl tutted and smiled evil and arrogant. "It's a pity. I'm afraid King Jin can only be forced to accept it. It doesn't matter if you can't accept it. You can't destroy it, can you?"

At the moment when the voice fell,

The girl was heavily thrown on the wall by Mo Liyan. His actions were cruel and his expression was cold. He looked at ran Bai's eyes and killed every inch.

Being watched by such eyes is like being suddenly pushed down the abyss from the edge of the steep cliff. There is no point to support. You can only let yourself sink and sink again.

But ranbai chuckled, as if she had found a very interesting thing, and asked in a flat voice, "is king Jin angry?"