Chapter 2996

Mo Liyan forced himself to calm down and tried to control the trembling strength of his fingertips. He closed his eyes and his long eyelashes were trembling. He looked lonely and lonely in the vast white light of late winter.

Mo Liyan has the only antidote to control the heart Gu in his hand, which was originally intended to prevent a rainy day.

On the fifteenth day of each month in the past year, he would find a safe place absolutely empty and alone. He endured it until dawn and fainted until he woke up and appeared in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.

The reason why I am alone is that once I appear in front of people, the pain of Gu poison is difficult to control.

If there is something important in the 15th, you have to take the antidote first. This antidote is for standby.

Originally, Mo Liyan intended to take it himself at this Palace Banquet. After all, he must not let others see the difference, but now

"The seventh day of the seventh day." King Jin opened his eyes. His eyes were as deep and sharp as ink dye. The sun could not warm them. They were cold and calm. The sound line was also light: "please come over to Xie Jinshu. I must see him."

This decision needs no hesitation or hesitation.

Because in front of Mo Liyan, this is an answer without choice.

He didn't protect her and hurt her himself.

Now, he can't let her get hurt right now. He won't allow it. never.

Just this party

Although the two countries meet, it is very important.

And

He has been thinking for a year. He almost wants crazy people to be here.

But Mo Liyan had to find a reason to get rid of it. He hung his eyes and thought about what excuse he could use to avoid participating in it, so as not to lose control of Gu poison and be seen by others.

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It was snowy and frozen.

When the news came out, she paid close attention to the trip. Ran Bai of Han Chu Palace Banquet soon knew. She frowned a little: "will Mo Liyan come to the palace banquet?"

Xie Jinshu gently twisted the porcelain medicine bottle in his hand with his fingertips and sighed: "yes."

"Assassinated? Seriously injured? Unconscious?" ran Bai sneered, "this reason... Ah."

When she saw Mo Liyan yesterday, she was still intact and everything was as usual.

Who knows such a thing should happen today.

"Mo Liyan must come." ranbai stands by the window of the post station room, overlooking the prosperous scene of the great Chu Kyoto from a commanding position. His eyes are dark and his tone is cold and indifferent: "this time, he is indispensable."

"But if Mo Liyan can't come, you can't force him." Xie Jinshu really doesn't know why Mo Liyan missed such an important feast between the two countries, which is undoubtedly an unexpected variable for their plan.

If Mo Liyan doesn't show up at the party,

The game broke down from the beginning.

"If Mo Liyan doesn't exist? Maybe he can change a prince." Xie Jinshu looked at ranbai with a smile. This is the next policy and helpless move.

Ranbai: "who do you think has the courage to resist the purpose except Mo Liyan?"

Xie Jinshu tapped his fingertips slightly. He was thoughtful and didn't speak again.

Dyed white thought for a long time,

I didn't think of any reason.

She doesn't believe the news that Mo Liyan's assassination is at stake. What's the matter with Mo Liyan, so she won't come to the party at all costs.

This time's plan... Mo Liyan can't know.

"Forget it." ranbai couldn't think of it. She simply began to think about how to let Mo Liyan come to the banquet: "anyway, first send the invitation to King Jin's house and be sure to invite him to the Palace Banquet."

"I went to King Jin's house to visit him." she mainly wanted to see what happened to Mo Liyan. Ran Bai didn't expect an invitation and a visit to let Mo Liyan go to the banquet. She had to consider other aspects, such as pressure from the royal nobility.

But before that,

To dye white, we need to confirm the separation of ink.

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In King Jin's residence,

"Master... It's an invitation." the seventh day of junior high school held the exquisite bronzing invitation. I just felt that my hands were hot, like holding some hot potato, and hardened my scalp to pass it to Mo Liyan.

The news released is half true and half false, but it is also the most practical.

The assassination is false and the injury is true.

Everything was arranged by himself, and Mo Liyan hurt himself. Only in this way can we completely avoid the banquet.

Mo Liyan has a cold, fierce and ruthless style. He is to others and himself.

His action was not only light, but even heavy.

Because of the injury, King Jin's face was very pale, as if he had been emptied of all his blood color, but his temperament was elegant and noble. He leaned on the soft couch in the bedroom and coughed a few times. He was impatient and cold: "throw it away."

Seventh day: "

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he really didn't dare to throw it. If he did, the master was afraid that he would throw him into the sea to feed the fish, "... Yes, it's Princess Han Chang."

Mo Liyan's action stopped for a moment, and then he directly stretched out his hand. The bony and slender fingers looked morbid pale in the sun, and Dai's cyan blood vessels were clearly visible, "give it to the king."

I can't bear to look straight at the seventh day.

Master, do you want to change your attitude so quickly?

On the seventh day, he handed the invitation to Mo Liyan with both hands.

The gilded invitation was very delicate. Mo Liyan hung his eyes and stared at the invitation. He didn't look away for a long time. The cold fingertips without temperature rubbed it many times, and even some were reluctant to open it.

This is the first time that the man sent him an invitation.

Whatever the reason, at least for the moment, enough ink leaves Yan full of joy.

On the seventh day of the seventh day of the lunar new year, he had already stepped down and stayed outside. After all, King Jin's house had already declared that it was closed and could not let anyone see the master.

There is only Mo Liyan in the bedroom.

He seems to be holding some peerless treasure. He is very rigorous and solemn. His eyes stare without blinking. The invisible slight radian of his thin lips is very light, just like the shallow water lines in a deep pool, which is a real pleasure.

It's hard to see the mood fluctuation from such an unfathomable King Jin.

Generally speaking, how happy this moment was, and later... How frustrated Mo Liyan was.

If he knew that it was only a game from this invitation, he would rather keep an invitation that would never be opened. At least, there is a lifelong hope of never despair.

But after all, he was a God, fell into the altar, fell into the secular world, moved the last heart, and had feelings for a person. Since then, he fell into the abyss of eternal disaster.

Mo Liyan could not predict what would happen in the future, but did what he should do at the moment.

Open the invitation.

Jin Wang's action was gentle and precious, and he looked at the contents of the invitation carefully.

It was written by dyed white.

He knows the white handwriting. He has painted it thousands of times in the past year, and he is still not tired of it.

Every word symbolizes the elegance and sharpness of the sharp, and every stroke and hook is absolutely arrogant.

Mo Liyan read word by word until he finally fell silent.