Chapter 2983

Just those four words.

From the prison, the sound goes to the ear and is clear to the bone.

Dyeing white stopped for a long time, then slightly lowered the long eyelashes. The dark and treacherous eyes of those peach blossoms are an impenetrable abyss.

The princess intentionally or unintentionally pressed on the soft whip with exquisite dark patterns with one hand. She even suspected that she had heard wrong, but the fact was so absurd that ranbai felt that everything was so ironic.

She turned expressionless, locked her thin cool eyes in the prison, and walked step by step. Her boots stepped on the ground, like stepping on the tip of people's heart.

The blood stained door was half hidden and suddenly kicked open by someone! With a bang, it hit the ground.

Huang Liang, who was still in interrogation, was startled. His face suddenly became gloomy. He looked at the door and shouted arrogantly, "who?! didn't see me in Interrogation -"

Before he finished that sentence, he got stuck in his throat and widened his eyes at the moment he saw the comer.

The young girl general stood there, with a sharp arc hanging from her blood red clothes. She seemed to be in the shadow, covering all her expressions. She only felt that her temperament was cold at the bottom of her heart.

Huang Liang was so frightened that he turned pale. The torture tool he was still holding fell to the ground in an instant. He trembled and stumbled and shouted, "general, general."

Ran Bai stepped slowly on the door she kicked and came in. Her cold and dangerous eyes first fell on the torture tools that fell on the ground. It was a long whip full of barbs, stained with blood and stained with fresh red blood. She stared for two seconds and then looked away. Instead of looking at Huang Liang, she slowly looked at the figure on the scaffold.

The smell of blood in the air is strong and pungent, and the repression of death spreads in the air.

And she's looking at him.

It was a very calm and cool look, as if in her eyes, Mo Liyan had no difference from a stranger. It was as silent as a cold pool, like looking at a cold body and looking up and down for a long time.

That look is very uncomfortable.

People on the scaffold,

His hands were clamped down, his body was slender and lonely, and his black clothes were stained with blood inch by inch. His lute bones on both sides were pierced by chains, and the shocking red blood surged out. The pain of piercing the bone was gouged out.

In fact, he couldn't see that he was not injured. He was bleeding deeply into his skin, and his eyes were occupied by blood red.

The face was too pale, as if all the blood had been evacuated, almost morbid and fragile. The eyes are covered with snow-white damask, covering the eyes, and the corners of the thin lips are winding blood.

It is not difficult to see how much torture he was subjected to.

While ranbai looked at it from a condescending perspective. He didn't touch the bottom of his eyes. He looked at it with indifference, reflecting the appearance of King Jin covered with blood and scars.

"Ling Bai." the atmosphere was a long silence. No one spoke. Mo Liyan's fingertips trembled a little. In the heavy bloody smell, he vaguely smelled the faint rose fragrance. Although he couldn't see it, he opened his mouth. The voice line was very cold and dumb: "is it you?"

Although he was asking, his tone was determined.

Huang Liang always felt something bad. He hurriedly wanted to explain to ranbai, but he didn't seem to care at all when he saw that the young general looked the same.

Ran Bai glanced at Mo Liyan coldly, didn't answer anything, but toured around, and finally fell on the dark red chair, which was not very clean, and twisted her eyebrows a little.

"Move a chair. It's clean." ran Bai doesn't care about anything with Huang Liang at all. She doesn't ask Mo Liyan how it happened. Instead, she orders a sentence in a very plain and casual tone.

Huang LiangRu was granted an amnesty and was relieved, "OK!"

Huang Liang's work speed was very fast, but in a short time, a clean, low luxury fine chair appeared in the prison and was respectfully placed next to Huang Liang. At a glance, it was incompatible with the blood stained, cool and cold around. It was very eye-catching and abrupt.

"Go out." this time, dyed white was satisfied. He sat lazily in his chair and raised his hand at will.

Huang Liang quickly nodded, hesitated and opened his mouth, but seeing that the young general didn't listen to him at all, he had to give up the explanation and retreat directly.

In the dark torture room,

Only dye white and ink leave Yan.

The light was very dark, and the girl general's expression was clearly extinguished. She sat in the chair like that, with her white fingers supporting her beautiful forehead. Her eyes were very light and cold. She casually looked at the people on the scaffold in front of her, and didn't say a word in the long dead silence.

How absurd and ridiculous this scene is.

Satirized their past, pale all the past.

to see somebody for the first time,

She was an assassin who failed to assassinate and was on the verge of death in a dungeon,

And he is his highness King Jin, who is aloof and indifferent.

And now,

She became the long Princess of South Korea and a young general in charge of major military power.

He appeared in front of her in such a posture.

long time,

Ran Bai got up slowly and walked slowly to the locked man. After a little study for two seconds, she hung her long eyelashes lazily. She casually stretched out her hand and fiddled with the iron chain that ran through the king Jin's lute bone. When her fingertips were hooked and pulled, blood gushed and cracked. It can be seen that the white bones were dense and intertwined with blood.

She could feel that the people on the scaffold trembled slightly in severe pain, and then became cold again. A scream did not overflow her lips and teeth, and was swallowed by Mo Liyan mixed with the blood flowing into her throat.

Mo Liyan seemed to chuckle when he heard ranbai.

Is it pleasure?

Dyed white asked quietly, "does it hurt?"

Mo Liyan pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw and slowed down for a long time before he asked her in a low voice, "is it relieved?"

"What can I do?" ran Bai picked his eyebrow. He didn't understand what Mo Liyan said, but he didn't ask. Instead, he shook the chain running through the lute bone one by one, and didn't care if his fingertips were stained with blood.

But seeing Mo Liyan, he didn't respond at all. Cold sweat was dripping and invading blood. Even if he suffered great pain, he still didn't make a sound. Although he was embarrassed and lonely, the cold, arrogant and noble spirit in his bones could not be worn out.

Dyeing white stopped, turned back and sat on the clean chair.

"Your Highness King Jin... You are really a rare guest."

She didn't lift her eyes or go to see Mo Liyan. She just tried to wipe her fingers with a snow-white brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood infected by her fingertips bit by bit.

While wiping, he asked Mo Liyan carelessly.

"What is king Jin doing here?"

Mo Liyan closed his eyes and didn't speak.

Because I'm worried about her.

Because I want to see her.

That's it.

This reason is ridiculous.

It's so funny that he insults himself when he says it. He won't say it.