Chapter 2937

Ranbai didn't break free and did it by his actions. At the moment when he turned to the prince with ink Liyan's strength, ranbai's left hand also picked up the wine lamp placed on the stone table and filled with crystal clear wine. The smell of liquor was silently dispersed in the air.

then,

Between electro-optic flint,

Ranbai spilled the whole bottle of wine on Mo Liyan's face without any hesitation!

At that moment, the pungent and crystal clear wine spilled without warning. The pricking eyes hurt. Mo Liyan closed his eyes and coughed violently for several times. Even his throat seemed to be surging with burning pain.

A cool and clear wine slipped from the forehead of the young prince to the sharp and cold profile of the side face, and finally rubbed the arc of the lower jaw through the arc of the exquisite Adam's apple and down the collar.

A few drops of crystal wine beads were still held on his long eyelashes. His eyes were slightly red, and his hair and collar were all wet with wine.

There was a kind of unspeakable embarrassment, but it didn't hurt his dignity. With that fierce and soul-stirring breath, he stubbornly supported the cold air field of oppression, crushing the cold light inch by inch like a sharp blade and spreading in the air.

Mo Liyan allowed the wine to slip, slowly opened his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds without saying a word. He looked at the red girl in front of him calmly with an empty wine lamp in one hand. He felt a little cold, like the oppression before the wind and rain.

That pair of long, narrow and deep eyes, like ink dye, are three points darker than ordinary people, like the bottomless abyss, brewing unknown dangers.

Now,

The girl's shadow is clearly reflected.

And dyed white looked at him without waves, and there was no more than half fluctuation in the fundus of his eyes, just like the stillness of a cold pool.

long time,

Mo Liyan opened his mouth. His voice was a little dumb and very low, but his tone did not contain any emotional calm. So he asked her, "is it Calming?"

Ranbai didn't expect that Mo Liyan would finally ask such a sentence. After all, according to the man's lonely and indifferent character, she didn't care about her this time, which was unexpected.

But dye Bai didn't care and didn't speak.

"If you haven't calmed down, pour it a few more times." Mo Liyan told her that the sound line is not light or heavy, with a kind of elegant dignity.

Then he said, "enough trouble, go back with the king."

Make trouble.

up to now,

In Mo Liyan's eyes,

Dyed white is still making trouble. It's just making trouble. It's just playing a temper.

That's it.

"It's not calming down." Rangbai even smiled, looked at Mo Liyan, and said half seriously and half carelessly, "why don't King Jin give me his life, I might be calming down?"

"You know it's impossible." Mo Liyan said faintly, "stimulating the king is not good for you."

"But I like it." ran Bai picked her eyebrows arrogantly and wantonly in red: "can King Jin control me?"

Tonight, the Imperial Palace, as always, is magnificent and dignified, symbolizing the power of the world and attracting countless heroes.

Inside the temple,

Silk and bamboo string music, fairy sound curling, drinking and preparation crisscross, resplendent. The noise is extraordinary, what a prosperous and prosperous atmosphere.

Outside the temple,

Stay away from life, luxury and money. The cold wind rustles, the leaves rustle, the bright moon is in the sky, and the night is as cool as water. And in the arbor shrouded in the shade of trees, it seems that it has become a world of its own, a dead silence.

Those two people, opposing each other, the atmosphere tit for tat, condensation stalemate, a season of cold wind gently sent, entangled their clothes unconsciously, and quietly separated.

After all, no one thought,

No one can predict the future.

Today's words, which nobody cares about, have actually achieved the root of a bone breaking tragedy for the rest of my life.

But right now,

Who knows when?

But I'm drunk now.

Mo Liyan stood there alone, his slender and clear fingers firmly clasped the girl's wrist, and his deep and sharp eyes seemed to rise and fall. The deep sea was stirring an unknown dark mood in the tide again and again.

Ranbai was laughing. She played with the wine glass in her hand full of evil spirit. She took time to watch the prince's cold appearance and asked slowly, "King Jin, is the wine good?"

Mo Liyan's eyes were dark, and the deep and shallow moonlight fell into his eyes, interwoven with dazzling lights and shadows that were difficult to capture and see through, ups and downs.

His eyes slid down the girl's provocative, cold and thin peach eyes. In a few moments, he made an impulsive behavior without warning!

Crazy and elegant, extreme and indifferent.

He suddenly pulled the person coldly in his arms, kissed the girl's shallow lip flap with a cruel low eye, and directly pressed the person on the vermilion column next to the pavilion to kiss wantonly!

After plundering all the breath, inch by inch the residual liquor was transported to the girl's mouth.

In fact, it's not much like kissing, but like the hoarseness of wild animals. It's not half gentle, and it's cruel to the extreme.

The shade of the trees and the night obscured the two figures next to the pavilion column. They overlapped, and even the clothes were entangled. Red, red and black intertwined with a thrilling sense of bewitchment.

As the party concerned, can dye white is like a bystander, watching Mo Liyan blandly and coldly, so light that it's a little strange.

The smell of blood slowly diffused from their mouths, and at the same time, a strong smell of blood came to their faces.

The young prince stopped and looked at the wanton girl in red in front of him with a clear eye.

Ran Bai pushed the man away slowly, and then changed his position to put the man in front of the column. Regardless of the faint blood at Mo Liyan's heart, he kissed him more coldly, wantonly and violently.

Their eyes are indifferent, as if they don't contain any emotion,

No feelings.

No temperature.

Finally, finally,

The girl's cold fingertips casually crossed the blood on her lips. Seeing the blood on her fingertips, she smiled very gently.

Then he rubbed the blood stained with his fingertips inch by inch on Mo Liyan's thin lips. He saw that his original light colored thin lips were stained with red blood bit by bit, both hers and his own, which was soul stirring evil and sexy.

Then he took out the snow-white handkerchief and wiped it on his lips. It was a kind of disgust with great force.

The young prince, with his back against the column, was proud and straight. There was blood on his lips and blood in his heart. Fortunately, he was in black. He didn't see it clearly, but he could clearly know that there was a dagger inserted on it. It was the hand dyed white had just moved.

Mo Liyan may or may not have noticed, but it is undeniable that he did not hide or avoid.

"Is the wine good?"

Mo Liyan coldly looked at the girl's actions, regardless of his own injuries, and returned the original words of the questions asked by ran Bai just now. His tone was very indifferent, but his voice was hoarse.

It seems that the kiss just now is just to give dye white the same problem.