Chapter 3039

The words that have lingered in the lips and teeth for countless times, but want to say something back, and stop in the mouth when you are particularly awake, should be valued by thousands of things in the world. How can you speak easily.

And now,

Deep heart dissection, Shengsheng is completely exposed to dye white. Even if he is bleeding, he is still in the beating strength of his heart one after another, allowing himself to indulge and sink and go his own way.

"I love you."

Those three words have been imprisoned for life and trapped for life, pestering the fate of two people.

All the actions of dyeing white stopped at that moment, as if frozen by time.

She doesn't know.

It just never occurred to her,

Mo Liyan will tell her the unforgettable words under such circumstances.

The cold wind rustled like a blade and blew through the eyes. Maybe it was because the wind and sand were too big, so the eyes would have stiff pain when they were caught off guard.

Against the blood like light of the setting sun, the outline of the young emperor is outlined one by one. The dark ink is gradually colored. It is very clear in the white fundus of the eyes. The unfathomable Ling narrow eyes are inseparable affection and smile, which vaguely brings out the decisive meaning.

Mo Liyan's fine long eyelashes trembled constantly, as if he had fallen to the dead butterfly wing to perch, opened his lips, and was silent for several times. Every word seemed to have exhausted his life's strength and forced himself to issue syllables. The sound line was not stable, even uncontrollable trembling. The blood between lips and teeth was dripping, which was the ultimate war, "this time, it's true."

His voice became lighter and lighter. In the end, he couldn't really hear it. He seemed to whisper to ran Bai and mutter to himself. It was like a wisp of lonely soul floating in the vast world, but he ended up in ashes, but he still seemed to smile: "I didn't lie to you."

Dyed white pupil suddenly constricted, as if it had set off a storm in an instant, like a storm in the deep sea, mixed with unknown emotions.

At the same time, the young emperor's long and clear fingers stained with blood suddenly grasped the long sword and made a decisive and cold effort without leaving any reaction time. The sharp blade directly ran through the heart, sweeping the whole body and crushing the bones.

In the eyes dyed white and dark and unable to see any light and shadow, Mo Liyan was overwhelmed, his face was very pale, as if he had been emptied of all the blood color, his body leaned forward slightly, and spit out a large amount of red blood from his thin lips!

Blood stained robes and cold armor.

Then, without any strength, the slender and clear finger still holding the sword finally released its hand and fell on the side of the body in a few moments. The fingertips were still dripping with red blood beads. I don't know whether it was flowing from the heart of the hand cut by the sword blade or the blood from the mouth of the heart. The silent falling hand has slender and beautiful bones, Faint white bones can be seen.

He gently closed his eyes. His long eyelashes covered the good-looking, sharp and unfathomable eyes like withered wings. All the brilliance disappeared in an instant and no longer existed. His thin lips were stained with blood, and fell into his white arms, no longer silent.

He is the only one in the world.

There is only one mo Liyan in the world.

He is the young prince who seeks life from death and is alone.

It's his royal highness Jin, who is cold, arrogant and decisive.

It was the young new emperor who tried his best to devise strategies.

It used to be picturesque and elegant; Once I smiled and chanted, raised my glass and waited; It used to be like that, even if it was reduced to the abyss, it was still full of elegance and unfathomable.

The breeze like radian from the corner of his eyes and the tip of his eyebrows, the lightness and calmness of his movements, and his straight figure from beginning to end.

Nine times out of ten he was cold and cold.

And the only love is dyed white.

It was so fresh and real.

But now,

Everything is gone.

Sober, sink, calm, indulge.

But it's like a big dream. When I first woke up, my heart was empty.

He's dead.

yes.

Mo Liyan is dead.

Died in her hand, died on her sword.

The blood splashed on the dyed white face, body and sword hand. It seemed that the man's temperature remained. It was hot and hot. It could burn people and break people's intestines.

People who have always been obsessed with cleanliness have never reacted. They can't believe such a picture now.

I always hear people say,

Fate has no control over people. It is destiny whether it is joy or injury, joy or sorrow.

But I don't believe it.

But now,

Looking at all this contrary to what she expected, the opposite picture.

She seems to understand.

It turned out that he had always been an uncontrollable variable in her life.

The remnants of the battlefield continue.

Killing four volts, crazy and cruel.

But all this has nothing to do with dyeing white.

She did not care about the scenes around her, nor did she care about the battlefield that seemed to be static for a moment.

She just hung her eyes quietly and looked at the cold man who fell on her.

The setting sun sinks and the setting sun is like blood. It is an ominous sign and color.

As if blood stained the rivers and mountains and overturned the world.

The silent desolation is filled with all the emotions in the air.

The soldiers who had just fallen into the killing and bloody, now looked at the picture in the middle of the war with incomparable tacit understanding and rigidity, and looked at the two people hugging together.

Shocked, stunned, unbelievable, all the emotions hit like a mountain of mountains and seas, weighing heavily on the heart, which can almost burst the heart.

In all this shock, there is a mixture of confusion.

Why

Why are two people who are clearly hostile to life and death, but under such circumstances, they are so close, so sad and desolate.

Although they are in the battlefield, they seem to be in another world, isolating everything.

But all those who wanted to get close, whether enemy or their own, were dyed white and ruthlessly killed with the long sword that had just fallen from the sky from Mo Liyan's hand.

No one dares to approach, as if only one step closer, it is like a hell leading to the abyss.

Wei xinglie watched the scene helplessly. He reluctantly inserted his sword into the ground and supported his body, so that he didn't fall down because of weakness.

The brain seemed to explode with a bang, the string broke, and everything fell into blank and chaos.

His eyes slowly filled with a sad and sad mood, and the bright red color existed in his eyes inch by inch, as if stained with blood.

My lord

Your majesty

Wei xinglie understood very clearly.

Mo Liyan was willing and even deliberately died in the hands of the long Princess of Korea.

Because with the strength of that man... It is impossible to lose and die so easily.

This sober cognition made Wei xinglie feel that he tore a blood hole at the bottom of his heart and filled it with cold wind and roaring pain.