Chapter 3000

But now it was too late to think. Mo Qingcang suppressed his temper and said majestically, "it doesn't hurt."

Mo Liyan nodded slightly, turned lightly, and calmly sat in his position. All his actions were like running water, and his expression was arrogant and indifferent.

But no one will know,

How hard he clenched his hands in his wide black cuffs, his fingernails embedded in flesh and blood, and his knuckles turned pale.

The snow-white lining is close to the straight back line, with cold sweat on the back.

The pain of his Gu poison attack turned into countless sharp blades stabbed into his body, killing every inch, almost blood gushing, bone cracking, liver and intestines broken.

He forced himself to swallow the blood gas from his throat, forcing himself to remain absolutely sober and rational.

Mo Liyan's position is directly opposite to ranbai, so he can see each other directly.

The distance is not far or near, enough ink to see the girl's picturesque eyebrows and eyes and cold expression.

His eyes always entangled with the shadow, never moved away half a minute and met the white eyes.

The young general's expression is light, clear and rational, and extremely thin and cool.

Mo Liyan endured the sharp pain and suddenly smiled. His thin lips opened silently.

He said.

——Here I am.

This attack of Gu poison happened to be the 24th month, the end of two years, and the beginning of another round of torture.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the heart control Gu broke out in the daytime. The pain was thousands of times higher than that in the past 23 months. It seemed that all the pain was superimposed together and swept towards him. It was like the deep-sea rising tide of the rough waves, which was submerged, swallowed and annihilated.

After all, it was mo Liyan who underestimated the pain when controlling the heart Gu poison, which delayed for a long time.

But anyway, he must come, he must.

He personally promised to dye white,

He will never break his promise.

In order not to let others see half the difference, Mo Liyan once again gave himself a hard hand and covered up the difference of Gu poison with serious trauma.

Others just saw Jin Wang's pale and cold side face and heard the occasional low cough, which seemed to be repressing and restraining something.

They admire that they can insist on coming to the Palace Banquet after being seriously injured. They don't know why.

Ranbai understood the silent spoken language very clearly. She stared at the figure in black opposite, and something strange appeared in the bottom of her heart.

Not because of anything else, but because of doubt.

Question what happened to Mo Liyan.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Maybe it's related to her.

Mo Liyan just looked at the person opposite. Although he was only separated by an unworthy distance, it always made people feel distant. King Jin slowly held the wine cup and slender fingers. At the moment, the color was too cold and white, and the knuckles were too cold. But he seemed not to notice. He just tried his best to pick up the wine cup full of wine and respect the direction of dyeing white.

Dyed white saw that King Jin looked warm and light, his eyebrows were as black as a picture, and the radian on his thin lips seemed to smile. It was different from the cold and sharp in the past. It was a very light smile, so he stuck to the wine cup and respected her direction.

Dyed white just looked at it coldly without any action.

In the hall with light and shadow, but she didn't raise her glass, Mo Liyan kept smiling, holding the wine and looking at her, maintaining that action.

For a long time, someone has noticed this scene.

Finally, dyed white still carried the wine with a little impatience, scribbled a sign, and then drank it all at once.

Mo Liyan then lowered his eyes and drank the glass of liquor. The liquor poured directly into his throat, like a sharp blade rubbing, causing hot pain, but he was satisfied.

The cold pain runs through the viscera like a blade of war. Every minute is a painful torture, as if it is the countdown to life, and can not be seen by others. It disguises a light surface.

The sense of suffocation poured in, and every breath was fatal pain.

King Jin remained unmoved. His consciousness was very clear and firm. He could not resist and shake. It was like an ancient sword stabbing into mountains and rivers and never breaking.

The piercing pain of the cone heart spread everywhere, as if the pain had died, and the body began to numb, and began to get used to such surging. It was no longer myself.

But Mo Liyan stared at the red figure opposite from beginning to end. A pair of deep and fierce black eyes reflected the white shadow, as if reflecting his world, as if he wanted to engrave this person in his bones.

In the icy pain, his heart is still beating for a person, which is an indelible deep brand.

A person's name appears clearly and plainly.

——Dyed white

It is a love that can never be cut off. It flows slowly like a trickle. It has quietly gathered in the cold and desolate heart when it is unaware and not yet aware of it. It is not easy to detect, but it is gradually obvious in that powerful heartbeat again and again, until it finally converges into the deep sea and completely occupies the heart.

Is a lifelong obsession.

Mo Liyan repeated meditation, couldn't bear his annoyance, and entangled countless times.

He looked at his sweetheart in cold pain and read her name.

Mo Liyan has never been so sober and understood so unprecedentedly.

He loves her.

On this side, ran Bai gave an order: "let her play."

The bodyguard who didn't know when he had come back nodded gently to show understanding.

"Mo Liyan's injury... Do you understand?" Xie Jinshu suddenly turned sideways and asked ranbai in a low voice.

Dyed white: "it was a trauma before, but I'm not sure now."

Xie Jinshu narrowed his eyes and didn't speak again.

The Palace Banquet continues,

And just then,

A dancer stepped out, the scene fell into a moment of emptiness, and then——

The rain of fine flowers all over the sky is falling like a dream fairyland.

The bell rang from far to near.

In the center of several dancers, a Luo skirt girl in white snow clothes came in. The girl was as white as an immortal, covered with white sand, and only showed a pair of clear eyes, which was already exciting.

There were some amazing sounds at the Palace Banquet.

The girl smiled and danced with the music. Red tea was good at dancing.

The flying room with elegant clothes jumped to the palm of countless dancers! The slender waist bends back with a soft radian, and a pair of clear eyes are shy and timid, like autumn water.

"The Changqing dance is good." Xie Jinshu smiled: "it's a pity."

Ran Bai looked at the gorgeous dance in the center with some leisure and elegant interest. His tone was cold and calm: "it's good."

Until the end of a dance, the girl in white, like a dream like an immortal, slowly stopped rotating, covered her face with snow sleeves, and her clear eyes glowed with hope.

The temperament is gentle, gentle and elegant without losing the atmosphere, which is natural.

The voice is also soft, such as the flowers of spring and the moon of summer night. It is soft and waxy and warm, and frank.

"Changqing paid a visit to the emperor."