Chapter 3010

Dyed white: "

She chuckled, and a light smile appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. The corners of her lips were half hooked with an evil arc: "can you find some real reasons for lying?"

I knew it was such a reaction... So he never said that even he felt that dyed white would not believe it. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

Just now, her blood was stained white and almost vomited. She wiped her lips. After knowing that she couldn't get any answer, she didn't ask again. It seemed that she was not interested. The pain of heart control Gu choked up, and her heart was convulsing and trembling.

While dyed white propped her jaw with one hand, thinking about the outside scene with a faint interest.

I've known it at the bottom of my heart countless times. It's really boring to think about it.

"Because you hate me, you don't even want to drink the blood that can alleviate the heart control Gu?" Mo Liyan asked faintly.

Ranbai smiled and said, "this is one of them."

As for the second, she felt quite unnecessary.

Who she owes and has entanglement with in her life, that person will never be mo Liyan.

And she wants to calculate Mo Liyan. Now, Wang Jin's performance makes ranbai feel so bored that she doesn't even have the mood to play chess.

But ranbai doesn't want to tell Mo Liyan that it's not necessary.

"I see." Mo Liyan nodded slightly. He slowly stood up and shook his steps a little, but it was only a moment. He soon stood straight, with cold and proud lines on his back. He leaned against the wall and slowed down for a while. He didn't want to see dye White's expression.

His blood was dirty and she didn't want to drink it.

Therefore, if the heart controlling Gu can't be suppressed, it means that she will always hurt.

Dyed white can not care, but Mo Liyan can not care.

Especially right now.

After a little silence,

King Jin wrapped up the wound on his wrist, picked up the dagger again and walked to the hole step by step.

Listen carefully. The avalanche should stop.

But now the thick ice and snow turned into an indestructible wall to block the exit. They had no weapons except this dagger and had to wait for rescue, but they had to wait for those people to find here... I don't know how long it would take.

Mo Liyan saw two kinds of records on the paper recording the heart controlling Gu, one was what he just did, and the other

It records a kind of plant called binglingcao, which is rare and almost extinct. According to ancient records, binglingcao generally exists in snow mountains, cliffs and other places.

With a simple drawing and record, Mo Liyan sent several people to look for it, but nothing was found.

However, Mo Liyan never achieved his goal.

If you can't find it, keep looking.

King Jin only tried to pierce the thick and hard ice wall with his hands and a dagger. Every time he raised his hand, he exhausted his strength, and his clothes were windy and fierce.

He turned his back to dye white, and his expression was shrouded in the shadow. His dark eyes were unfathomable and contained an invisible emotion. He didn't hesitate to move his hands for a minute.

Snow and ice were dazzling and scattered, and the snow curtain obscured his eyebrows and eyes.

Just——

After all, Mo Liyan underestimated the degree of avalanche. How can one break through such thick ice and snow in a short time with a dagger?

Gu poison was raging in the body, running through the bone texture again and again. Mo Liyan never made a sound. Cold sweat wet his clothes and then condensed into frost.

Knowing that it is difficult and dangerous to do something, but we have to go one way to the dark and never stop.

He has to go out.

Hold a faint and almost impossible hope to find an ice diamond grass growing in ancient books that has never been seen before.

If this goes on,

Looking at ranbai in front of him, life is worse than death because of the Gu poison he gave himself. Mo Liyan can't accept it.

Mo Liyan thought,

That man won't even accept ice diamond grass.

I don't know how long later, ranbai restrained the cold pain of Gu poison attack, listened to the constant movement in her ears, took a deep breath, impatiently opened her eyes, just wanted to see what Mo Liyan was doing, and finally hit the picture at the hole.

His royal highness Jin, who was cold, arrogant and arrogant, now knelt on one knee with her back to her. He chiseled ice and snow again and again. His fingertips were wrapped in cold and cruel light, but he was dripping blood, and the sound of breaking and falling always existed.

Ranbai can't see the expression of Mo Liyan clearly, but she can see the hands of King Jin.

Because of the long-time snow chiseling, the frozen stiffness, the cold trembling of the fingertips, the ten fingers had been scarred and bloody, the joints stretched hard, the terrible senleng, clutching a dagger, even the dagger was stained with blood, and the red blood flowed.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain at all. He didn't care at all. He continued to chisel the snow unconsciously. He tried his best every time, cold and determined.

Dyed white paused a little.

She looked at such a picture with a cold, light and calm attitude and said calmly, "if you chisel like this again, your hands may be wasted."

"I have a reason why I want to go out." Mo Liyan turned his back to ran Bai and lost all his expression. He looked down at his hand. His eyes were very light. His cold fingertips wiped the blood overflowing from the corners of his lips as if nothing had happened. Like an innocent person, his voice was also light. After stopping, he added a deep and cold sentence: "it has nothing to do with you."

It is said that his fingers are connected to his heart and his heart hurts, but even though he is dripping with blood, he looks like a painless man.

Ranbai just wanted to say something. It had nothing to do with her, but when it came to her mouth, she was in no mood to say it again.

Who knows why Mo Liyan is so persistent to go out, but this is not what she needs to care about. Dyed white naturally has a tube. She didn't look at the direction of Mo Liyan again.

I don't know how long it took.

In the cave, the light is dim, the temperature is cold, the bone chilling chill sweeps through the whole body, and the cold wind roars and pours in directly from the hole.

The cave, which had been overturned by ice and snow, has now revealed half its face, enough for people to pass.

And scattered around the vast white snow, piled into a mountain, stained with shocking blood, crimson halo, it just looks startling.

The snow is still falling and the wind is endless.

The sword wind and snow beat hard on the cold cut slender figure, and the hands hanging on the side of the body were slightly stained with blood.

Tick, tick.

The blood beads slipped from his fingertips and sank into the white snow.

Mo Liyan reluctantly moved his fingertips and looked at his hands quietly. In a trance, he seemed to see the picture of nameless and empty hatred on the mountain more than ten years ago. It was the same that day, grinding his hands with blood.