Chapter 3038

After that moment's blank, she was calm enough and restrained enough to ask three words. The sound line was stable without shaking: "why?"

Why did you abandon the sword when you could hurt her?

If you can avoid it, why not?

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes kept trembling, covering up all the pain and depression, leaving only a deep smile. He greedily stared at ran Bai, scratched his lips hard at her, fell on her, coughed several times, suppressed coughing blood, the sound line was hoarse and intermittent, but it was very clear: "you once said..."

"If, if I give my life to you, you may calm down."

He closed his eyes and recalled the original scene. Every detail was clearly engraved in his mind. He also thought he didn't care, but that sentence was like a shadow, unconsciously buried in the bottom of his heart.

——Why don't King Jin give me his life? Maybe I'll calm down?

The serious tone of the half joking version of the girl in the past echoed in her ears again, lingering in Mo Liyan's heart, and also ran into ran Bai's ears.

Let her hold the fingertip of the sword slightly, I don't know how to respond to the blank.

That sentence

She has long forgotten.

If Mo Liyan doesn't say it, she won't even remember it in her life.

After all, I didn't care about this sentence at all.

At the moment, listening to Mo Liyan suddenly put forward this sentence, ranbai vaguely realized something. It was already late before she could stop it.

Mo Liyan tried his best and raised his hand. The slender and clear finger was firmly clenched on the blade that pierced his heart. His palm was sharp and bloody. He didn't even blink. He held the sword ruthlessly and decisively and pushed towards his heart without hesitation.

The blood gurgled and rushed out crazily. Dyed his clothes deeply. He coughed blood, but smiled and asked ran Bai, "now, does it count?"

The setting sun is burning like a fire, spreading half the sky, telling all the bitterness, all the end and all the end of the world.

The battlefield situation is chaotic and inseparable. The light of swords and the smoke of war are almost integrated. In such a cruel picture of blood flowing in the twilight, they seem to be isolated from everything and become heaven and earth.

Ranbai firmly held the sword until her knuckles were full of cold white. She smiled at the emperor deeply sad but unexpectedly light and affectionate. She put the tip of her tongue against her upper jaw and suddenly sneered, weeping blood and killing her heart. She was extremely heartless: "why take it seriously?"

"It doesn't matter." Mo Liyan said softly. He could feel the gradual loss of vitality, the blood gushing out of his body, and the temperature gradually becoming cold, but he didn't hesitate or fear. Although he was weak, he was calm. Near death, but noble.

His hand was still clutching the blade, and he didn't know it. Without warning, he stabbed his heart again!

Blood splashed on him and on her.

"People give you life, and the world gives you." holding the sword, he forced himself to swallow the blood gas flowing into his throat, repressed the cold and huge pain, and his voice was very light. He was still coaxing her when he was dying. He said with difficulty and blood sobbing tenderness: "how about not being angry?"

Who would use such an extreme way just to die in her hands?

There was a drop of blood splashed on the back of dyed white's hand. It was sticky and delicate. The temperature was warm, even hot. At that moment, it was extremely hot, as if it could hurt people. Her fingertips inevitably trembled, and then trembled violently, which was a strong conflict.

It shouldn't be like this

Should not.

She wiped the blood on the back of her hand and tried to wipe it clean, but she was stained with the blood of her hand. How can she wipe it off? She bit her teeth, her fine eyelashes fell, covered her peach blossom eyes, and squeezed out a few words: "I'm not angry."

Ranbai wants to take the sword back, but Mo Liyan doesn't let go. The palm of his hand is dripping with blood due to friction with the blade, and white bones still don't know it. It seems that he doesn't feel pain at all, so he stubbornly holds the sword.

Dyed white made an effort, didn't pull it out, restrained all his emotions, and bit the heavy words in a very cold and strong tone: "let go."

The young emperor was covered with blood, as if he had been painted with blood. His face was too pale, which was even more startled by the flowing blood. His body had almost no temperature.

The soldiers all around died in battles and blood flowed into a river, and he seemed to be one of them. He completely sank into the abyss and reluctantly leaned against the girl.

This time, Mo Liyan didn't listen to ranbai's words, but talked calmly with ranbai. His voice was very dumb and tried to suppress: "the jade seal is still in the dark room. I wrote a new copy of the book. You can get it at any time."

"Within an hour after my death, you can drain my blood, which is still effective for relieving heart poison."

"Although Xie Jinshu and you are close friends, your interests are opposite, and you must guard against others. If you want to move Xie family, you need to think for a long time and uproot it."

"Although Han Xun is related by blood to you, he is still an emperor after all. He..."

His words were particularly light on the battlefield full of screams, shouts and fighting, and could be broken by the cold wind.

Intermittently, Qi is like a hairspring. Between the lines, it is all about dyeing white. It is full of Acacia all my life.

That word, like a feather, seems to disappear in the blink of an eye. It can be heard by ranbai's ear, but it seems to hit the bottom of his heart and tear open the deep blood, which is particularly clear and unforgettable.

Mo Liyan is analyzing the current situation in South Korea for ranbai. He is still thinking about ranbai, but his words have been interrupted by ranbai before he has finished.

"Do you think I need it?!" ran Bai doesn't want to hear Mo Liyan say these things here. She looks at Mo Liyan's eyes without moving, trembling or horror, as if all her emotions are hidden in the surging deep sea, obliterated again and again.

"Mo Liyan, you can die if you want." her knuckles were pale, but she was indifferent to the extreme, mocking and sarcastic in a low voice: "but why did you die in my hand?"

"I don't want to kill. I don't like to dirty my hands. Understand?" she bit her teeth and showed a cruel pain word by word. She hit Mo Liyan like a sharp blade: "you live well!"

Behind the girl in red was the bloody battlefield and the blood like shadow. The cold wind rustled, and her hair fluttered disorderly, and her clothes hunted the wind.

She's going to pull out that sword.

Mo Liyan suddenly called the words in her name and smiled at her: "white."

A simple word, but revealed in this distance from acquaintance to stranger, and then to hostility, near and far, deep and shallow, endless regret, regret and thousands of feelings.