He carefully protected Bing Linghua with one hand, clenched the dagger with the other hand, flipped it around out of thin air, and for a moment, his whole body fell into the cliff. His black clothes were flying in the bitter wind and snow, and the arc of the air was like an ice blade!

His hands could see blood stains, white bones, ten fingers connected to the heart, and the bone-eroding pain was like a sharp blade cutting through his flesh and blood over and over again, crushing his finger bones. The severe pain caused the trembling of every nerve ending, but Mo Liyan could not let go, because once he let go, he would fall directly to the bottomless cliff.

Immediately, Mo Liyan used the power of the dagger that was heavily inserted into the snow and churned through the air with all his strength, throwing himself on the cliff again!

All of this was just a matter of seconds, but it was fatal murderous intent everywhere, and if he was not careful, he would be crushed to pieces. He looked for opportunities in his life, and was surrounded by dangers. Every action appeared accurately in his mind in an instant and had calmly calculated countless times.

However,

All this is far from over.

Because after Mo Liyan escaped from the death situation, he was still standing on the verge of death.

He heard... very close to him, the sound of the wolf's chirping.

King Jin moved his fingertips slightly, and raised his eyes coldly and without desire. His narrow and deep eyes reflected the wind and snow, and the thrilling scene on the edge of the cliff.

Dozens of snow wolves surrounded the cliffs and gradually approached him, making low roars. The green eyes were the ferocity and cruelty of the beast.

Mo Liyan was alone and a dagger, and was seriously injured.

This time,

Can he survive?

Even in the face of his own death and adversity, Mo Liyan still did not show any emotion of decay.

He just watched this scene calmly, pulled out the dagger from the snow, stood up calmly, and then-

Face this picture calmly as always.

The snow wolf whispered to him, and the hunting desire filled the air, which was violent and silent murderous intent.

Next to the chilly cliff, in the bitter cold wind, under the sudden snow in the sky, His Highness King Jin stood tall, slender and lonely, with fluttering clothes and wind, and in a trance, he looked like the gods in the nine heavens.

Mo Liyan's life,

There are countless desperate situations facing them, and countless deaths on the verge of deaths.

He survived with murderous intent, and he grew up in conspiracy.

When isn't it, looking for life in death?

Late at night on the mountain,

The snow capsizes, the cold wind whistles.

A cold moon is bleak and the night is long.

"Ka, da, da..."

It was the sound of footsteps after footsteps.

He fell on the snow countless times, covered with ice and snow.

I got up countless times with difficulty and stubbornness, and continued to move forward in the cold storm and blizzard.

He was covered in bruises and blood, and the blood on his body had begun to gradually dry up and freeze. The wound was howling and torn apart in the cold wind, making it even more painful. He was like the last demon walking out of the abyss, but he always carefully protected the intact things in his arms, for fear of being damaged at all.

The one with faint blue light shining in the night and melting ice and snow.

Surely it is—

Ice-rising grass!

He survived after all.

Half of his life was used up.

Even if he fell into such a situation, his expression was still lonely, cold and arrogant, and light.

His eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, his temperament is deep, like an abyss, a cold pool, and an ancient sword.

Mo Liyan opened his eyes and looked straight into the distance. The road ahead was long, and there was ice and snow along the way. At the end of the distance was invisible darkness, like a sleeping ferocious beast that could swallow people.

There is no distance to see any hope.

King Jin took a hard and slow step by step.

His purpose is simple and pure.

He wants to find her, he wants to go back, he wants to give her the ice grass.

At this moment, in this world, it seems that there is only the endless long road and endless heavy snow to accompany him.

The pain of the poisonous poison is heart-wrenching, the wounds on the body are unbearable, and the ten fingers are stained with blood.

Mo Liyan walked forward without hesitation, even though his blood rushes and his heart breaks, his life is worse than death in the severe colic, and his body seems to be torn to pieces by him again and again, numbing the pain. A heart seems to be penetrated by the cold wind, full of holes, blood flows, and it is so desolate and cold that it is difficult to add.

But deep in his heart, there is always such a clean and spotless position, which is unparalleled warmth and an irreplaceable obsession.

He is sober, firm, and can never be shaken, and even more so.

In the vast world, the mountains and rivers are frozen in ninety thousand miles, and the wind blows up the ice and snow and soars straight into the nine heavens!

In this world,

Who is not, life-threatening?

Being alone, one person's heart is happy.

Can,

He is not God after all.

When Mo Liyan felt that he might not be able to see Ranbai, he began to calmly think about any other solutions in his mind.

But he is the only one in this vast world.

What should he do?

Destiny is truly incorruptible.

Mo Liyan laughed softly, forcing his mind, struggling to walk against the snow.

until--

He saw two people.

"Young Master, are you sure the princess is here?"

"Of course she's there."

"Now that this is the case outside, why doesn't the princess return?"

"Speak less nonsense, find this for me."

A few conversations drifted in the bitter cold wind and gradually shattered.

"Mo Liyan..." Xie Jinshu was a little stunned. He did not unexpectedly meet Mo Liyan here. After all, he knew that King Jin had chased the assassin out, but what really deserves to surprise him... was Mo Liyan's current situation.

Who can hurt Mo Liyan so deeply?

Mo Liyan paused, and his narrow eyes looked at Xie Jinshu coldly. After several choices, he finally handed the ice flower that had been protecting him and had not splashed a drop of blood even when fighting with the snow wolf.

This is the only option now.

He at least believed that Xie Jinshu would not be detrimental to Ranbai under such circumstances.

"Give her." Even though he was injured, he had a deep and sharp aura because of the inherent cold and noble aura of the superior. King Jin's voice was hoarse, as if he was holding a blade.

No need to say much,

Xie Jinshu already understood.

Mo Liyan took the initiative to find him, and it was only possible that he had something to do with that person.

today,

It's fifteen.

"She may be in the cave." The reason why she used the word "possible" was because Mo Liyan was not sure whether the person would leave midway, but just told Xie Jinshu indifferently about the specific direction.

Xie Jinshu was silent and took Bing Linghua without saying a word. At the moment he took it, he could see King Jin's scarred hands, and even the blood-stained bones. Xie Jinshu's movements were stiff in an instant.
Chapter completed!