"It's not delicious." Ranbai didn't care about the injuries on King Jin's body, as if he didn't see them. Even though it was stabbed by her own hands, he just calmly answered Mo Liyan's question.

He threw away the snow-white brocade handkerchief lightly and said with a smile: "It's so dirty that it makes me sick."

The tone is very light, every word is paused, but it seems to contain thousands of powers.

He hit Mo Liyan hard in the ear and told him in such a smile-loving tone.

dirty.

nausea.

Mo Liyan stared at the girl in red without blinking, but could only see the bright smile. Apart from that, she could never see anything else.

Don't know why.

Mo Liyan sounds extremely harsh.

He himself didn't know why he acted so impulsively at that moment, because he was sober, depressed, and could not explain it clearly.

perhaps,

The reason is very simple, it is just to return the wine to Ranbai.

Just that.

That's all.

He sneered and raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his thin lips. Perhaps Mo Liyan himself did not notice it, and he did not have the slightest disgust he imagined, and said word by word: "That's really wronged you."

Ranbai really responded and said yes, then looked at Mo Liyan with annoyance, walked forward two steps, and slid down to the dagger three inches above his heart, and quickly pulled it out again and again in front of the prince!

Mo Liyan did not make a sound, and his hands hanging beside him tightly clenched, his fingertips turned cold and white, just watching the girl's movements.

"It's a pity that the dagger is useless." Ranbai murmured to himself, holding the dagger next to him, like the light movement of throwing a brocade handkerchief, exactly the same, as cold and bored.

It seemed that any point that Mo Liyan was contaminated with would make her disgusted so much.

And just then,

A palace servant walked past this side with a lantern, and vaguely smelled a bloody smell floating in the air, and subconsciously looked in that direction.

As a result, when she saw this, she screamed: "Ah!" She was so scared that she lost her vigor and said tremblingly: "Yes, there are assassins!"

The picture that fell into the eyes of the palace servants at this moment,

The young prince's blood stained his black clothes, indifferent and silent, his expression flashed in the shadow of the trees, and he couldn't see it in detail.

In front of the prince was a girl in red. The red dress looked like blood, as if the flames suddenly rose in a dazzling light. Her pale and beautiful fingers had just thrown a dagger, and the blood stained on it could be seen.

In the eyes of the palace servants,

This is a bright scene of assassination.

Mo Liyan suddenly looked sideways, his eyes shot towards the palace maid who was retreating in fear like a sharp blade. He glanced at the face of his face without any change, his evil and scattered figure. After a while, he spoke in a plain voice, which contained thousands of unquestionable nobleness and harshness.

"Not an assassin."

“Get out.”

The palace maid widened her eyes. Looking at this scene, she was ready to wait for a while for the palace to make a big fuss, but she didn't expect that she would be stunned when she heard Mo Liyan's words.

He looked at Mo Liyan blankly, then Ranbai again.

If it's not an assassin...

How to explain the injury on the prince?

The scene just now was clearly seen by her own eyes!

The palace maid was confused, but she knew that this matter was not simple, so she didn't dare to say anything without authorization. She responded timidly and left with a lantern in her hand.

"What are you going to do?" Ranbai leaned back lazily and whistled at the little palace maid who was walking away. Yanran's lips half-hugged a smile of evil spirit, "You're a loss."

"Go back with me." Mo Liyan stared at Ranbai, and he paused in a cold and stubborn manner, as if he had used all his life's patience to talk to the girl.

"Mo Liyan." Seeing the palace maid walking away and no longer seeing her trembling back, Ranbai slowly withdrew her eyes. A cold depressedness and boredom appeared in her eyes: "Are you annoyed?"

Even his tone was impatient.

"I won't look for you, so don't bother me in the future."

Ranbai made a very straight tone and made a conclusion of exchange. Then he closed his eyes and walked out of the pavilion without looking at Mo Liyan.

At that moment,

Mo Liyan subconsciously raised his fingertips.

He always feels like he has to catch something.

But at the end,

The prince's cold fingertips were stiff in the air, motionless. A few inches away were the girl's clothes that were slashing through the air, and the curve was like a sharp blade.

Mo Liyan watched Ranbai walk past him, and he stood there without any movement or expression.

He didn't know what he should be holding onto.

The girl's back in red clothes was particularly conspicuous in the night, and gradually moved away from her sight. Until the end, the redness could not be captured and completely disappeared from her sight.

Until then,

Mo Liyan suddenly felt an unprecedented panic, a very panic-like feeling, as if countless threads were mixed together, and they couldn't figure it out clearly. He could not control the heart and drag it around, and he was uncontrollable and at a loss.

The bright red blood slid down the black clothes. Mo Liyan slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the wound on his heart. He could still remember clearly how the girl stabbed it in, and remember every detail of every move.

Mo Liyan realized it and realized it hurt.

The pain that began to spread from the heart, under some severe stinging effect, seemed to cover up the fine and dense long stinging pain that was not easily noticed in the depths of the heart, as if it was covered with a layer of cold ice, and the force of every beating and the frequency of breathing were like a difficult stinging pain accompanied by the broken ice chips.

He was silent for a while, standing there in a position, without moving, like a frozen sculpture.

a long time,

Mo Li Yan sneered, three-point cold, three-point irony, and the rest were unexplained emotions.

He sloppyly bandaged himself the wound, and thought indifferently while treating it calmly.

Why didn't you feel it before?

It hurts quite a bit.

That guy was really cruel.

In a few moments, a few thoughts that flashed through Mo Liyan's heart.

Only one person was left, the pavilion was much colder and empty. The cold wind blew by, and the branches and leaves were shaking rustling, and the dim shadows that fell on the ground, adding a three-point desolate loneliness.

King Jin, who had always been high in the eyes of outsiders, suddenly leaned over after a long time of quietness, half-kneeled on the ground with one knee, and casually put his hand on his knee, while the other hand picked up the wine glass that was still on the ground that was just now, and put it in the palm of his hand to play with it.
Chapter completed!