Chapter 2955

"My king..." he finally opened his mouth, opened his thin lips gently, and the sound line was extremely cold. He was particularly clear in the wind and snow. His slender fingers as clear as white snow gently picked up the black arrow and long bow behind him. Each action was elegant to the extreme, indifferent and ruthless. The sound was penetrating between the two armies, word by word, like a blade: "I will kill her myself!"

Xiao yingmo froze.

no

Neither the childe nor the princess told him that it would be like this.

This king Jin is really cold-blooded and ruthless!

When the two armies were fighting against each other, he said with ruthlessness.

The king will kill her himself.

Ranbai stands on the city wall. Against the background of red clothes and white snow, it is almost like a leaping flame and dizzy blood.

She looked down at the picture downstairs from a commanding position. Her thin and sweet lips seemed to have a plausible smile, and the evil sycophants were like demons in the picture.

The answer,

It's entirely expected,

And there were no accidents.

The vast world is raging with violent storms and snow, setting off endless storms. The snow is white and dazzles people's eyes.

The young god of war in black armor reflects the cold light, as if he can stab his eyes. He seems to be quiet, as if it was just a natural decision. Even the action of pulling a bow and arrow is calm and smooth.

But only Mo Liyan knows,

His fingertips were trembling.

Uncontrolled fibrillation.

His highness King Jin, who has always been cold hearted and killed thousands of people, will one day kill such a person and tremble.

A cold snowflake fell on his fingertips on the bow, quietly began to melt, and finally turned into a drop of snow water, arousing a fine tremor.

The very cold temperature is dense on the fingertips, as if it is spreading in the internal organs, and even the flowing blood is gradually cold.

For a moment,

His fingertips trembled fiercely. He subconsciously wanted to retract his fingers, but he was stiff there.

Mo Liyan gently raised his bow, moved the black iron arrow on the string inch by inch, aimed at the position of the girl's heart on the wall, and stopped.

The black arrow wrapped in cold evil spirit seemed to condense blood and absolute killing intention, and the arrow pointed to the heart.

Thousands of troops are watching this scene, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at the actions of the young Jin king that year.

Dyed white and hung his eyes lightly, the slender eyelashes fell a fine shadow, covered the look at the bottom of his eyes, looked at the black iron arrow from a distance, and smiled lightly.

Mo Liyan's sight was blurred for a moment. It was too far away. He couldn't see the white look at all, but he could imagine the wanton sarcasm of the man's smile. The cold wind, like a sharp blade, ran through the viscera in an instant and separated the bloody heart at that moment.

"Whew!"!

The sound of breaking the air cut through the air and aroused the dust and snow flying between heaven and earth!

An unparalleled black iron arrow pen shot straight at the girl!

But the track that originally shot at the heart deviated by half an inch!

Mo Liyan stared at the scene. He seemed to hear his blood boiling and his heart accelerating. Obviously, he had got the answer in his heart. His calculation was clear, but his reason was still out of control.

He missed.

It won't be a fatal injury.

The arrow that should have been aimed at the heart has deviated from its original position.

"Whew!" again!

It's like the sound of the dust settled and everything ended.

The two arrows collided in mid air, and both suffered a violent impact. After shaking violently for a few moments, they finally fell from the air to the ground!

Above the walls and tall buildings,

The young man in snow looked indifferent and looked like an elegant young man in ink painting. He was full of the temperament of scenery Jiyue.

Strangers are like jade, and the childe is unparalleled in the world.

And he had a long bow in his hand.

An arrow, shot from his hand, had left the string.

Xie Jinshu's thin lips gently aroused a quiet and calm smile, and walked to the edge of the city wall like a lotus step by step, as if it were integrated with the snow and ice all over the sky.

"King Jin is really cruel."

His voice was pleasant, and the broken jade knocked on the ice. He looked at the cold and precious man from the wall and smiled low, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes and had no temperature.

Mo Liyan sneered, peerless and independent, cold and fierce. In an instant, he quickly pulled out the arrow and put it on the string. A series of actions were cold, indifferent, smooth and without a pause!

That arrow,

Wrapped in the cold wind, it penetrated the snow and broke the air directly into Xie Jinshu!

It's the heart of Xie Jinshu!

Yes,

fire at the target a hundred times without a single miss,

He never misses.

But the arrow was blocked by the soldiers on the city wall with a hard shield.

Xie Jinshu didn't care at all. He stood on the city wall with Fairy Spirit, like snow and moon, and was very calm.

Mo Liyan clenched his fingers and his knuckles turned white. He didn't go to see Xie Jinshu again, but looked at the gorgeous girl in red.

From a distance,

I saw the figure alone and straight. Without hesitation, I turned and left, disappeared in my sight, and couldn't catch half a trace any more.

His beating heart seemed to tear apart with the girl's turn. The sharp pain of the cone heart hit his heart, and every beat and breath were like thin ice.

He's right.

Dyed white won't die.

Someone will stop it.

He used her life to do chess games to calculate, and finally got such a result, but Kong mang didn't know whether it was what he wanted.

It seems that a heart is so empty. It is filled with cold wind, tearing open a deep blood mouth and cold to the bone.

The heavy and oppressive cold occupies the heart and plunders consciousness.

When the girl turned ruthlessly into the city, the picture followed by the soldiers behind her pierced Mo Liyan's eyes.

It also silently confirmed his previous conjecture.

Ranbai was originally a Korean, and even the soldiers listened to him. All this was nothing more than ranbai's tacit consent and even personal control against him.

All his heart killing, all struggles, all weighing, and finally all his calculations in all aspects were only to save her life.

It seems to have become a joke.

A joke that she looked at and looked on coldly.

I don't know whether this play has pleased her or not.

Ironic.

"Withdraw."

Mo liyanqiang swallowed the blood gas that almost spilled into his throat, as if he swallowed a sharp blade and was pierced through it. He closed his eyes, abandoned all the voices around him, barely maintained his reason and issued an order.

Just a word,

But the moment I spit it out, it seems to have exhausted my life's strength.

The young god of war rode his horse, turned slowly, turned his back on the enemy city and the wind and snow all over the sky, his back line was rigid and straight, his ink hair was messy and tossed by the cold wind, and then gradually disappeared. He was desolate and lonely for no reason, as if he had isolated another world.

No one saw it,

His highness King Jin, who is always high above, cold, thin and ruthless, has broken eyes and a sad smile.