Leng Mo, who was standing aside, was also shocked. When the candlelight shone on her body, the white hair was even more eye-catching, as if emitting a dazzling light in the dark night, piercing straight into people's hearts. His steps moved slightly.
There was a movement, but there was no other movement.
Yin Tianyi's right hand grabbed her arm tightly and looked at her coldly, as if looking at a monster.
"Who are you?" His heart seemed to be grasped tightly by a pair of hands, and then tightened.
Mo Yiran turned around slowly under his gaze, without a trace of trembling in her body. She raised her left hand and slowly opened his hand, "Is the prince asking for my name?" She pretended to be relaxed.
She smoothed her hair and then straightened her temples, "I am a member of the Evil Soul Sect, and my name is Ran Mo."
"That's not what I'm asking about." A corner of his heart tightened, and his hand dropped down. Looking at her like this, he actually felt a little weak. "What I'm asking about...is your hair."
He asked cautiously, as if afraid of touching her wounds.
But her wound was on her neck and had nothing to do with the severity of her voice.
Mo Yiran raised a faint smile to him and said with great ease: "Well, you can't be hurt by the blade, otherwise your hair will turn white." Then he raised his neck to show him. "If the prince is okay, I can do it."
Are you leaving?" After Mo Yiran finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but as soon as he took two steps, Yin Tianyi stopped him: "Stop!"
She paused, and the night wind blew up, stirring up her thoughts. Exposing her white hair in front of him was not something she planned. She knew that one day she would let him see it, but it was definitely not now.
She stood with her back to him, and the night wind blew up, raising her black and white hair. Yin Tianyi felt a shocking feeling. At this moment, he suddenly felt like holding her in his arms.
Impulsive, just like the shallow kiss he placed on her forehead when she was eleven years old...
But when he got closer, he only asked: "What kind of poison was poisoned?" What kind of poison would make the hair turn white after the skin is injured by the sword blade? Will the poisoned person be in pain?
At this moment, his mood was just like when he was a hostage in Xi Ye Kingdom six years ago, helpless and miserable, just waiting for someone to help him, and then...she appeared and brought him
A song called "Red Bean".
Mo Yiran turned her back to him, pulled the corner of her lips and smiled bitterly, with a little sadness filling her heart. She said: "It's not poisoning, it was destined when I was born." She said this to comfort herself, just treat it as it was.
The fate that was destined when she was born was just like the fate she had traveled through time, and she accepted it.
Hearing this, Yin Tianyi's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and he said forcefully: "Turn around!"
The surroundings were extremely quiet. Leng Mo could only be heard swallowing a mouthful of saliva, but he still suppressed his inner worries. He took a step forward and said, "My lord, the princess is injured. You should find a doctor to take a look at the princess."
Yin Tianyi glanced at him sideways, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of murder. Leng Mo was startled, and the prince became angry.
Mo Yiran could naturally feel it. She turned around and said, "Your Majesty, please tell me something. But if Your Majesty dislikes my white hair, then there is nothing I can do about it, but my white hair will heal after the wound."
Then she gradually recovered." Now the wound on her neck has completely healed, but the blood stains on it cover everything.
Yin Tianyi now is terrifying, like a bloodthirsty devil, but she has to face him.
After Mo Yiran finished speaking, Yin Tianyi just stared coldly at her deep eyes. The woman also stared back at him without the slightest hint of cowardice.
Yin Tianyi's heart was full of doubts. Her eyes were so indifferent, and she didn't seem to be someone with something on her mind...
Finally he looked away and said, "You can go!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Mo Yiran turned around and her face returned to calmness. She knew that Yin Tianyi was doubting what she just said and even her identity.
The candle flame is exposed to the air, and it seems that when the wind blows, the surrounding area will fall into darkness.
Yin Tianyi glanced around coldly and turned around to enter An Yiju. Only there would he feel comfortable. Of course, at the same time, he was filled with pain.
He has to pursue comfort while enduring pain.
After Leng Mo arranged for his servants to deal with the man in black and Xiao Wei, he also turned around and entered An Yiju. In the entire Xueji Dynasty, only he and Prince Qi Xing could enter Anyiju. If he insists on naming one person
, that person is Mo Yiran - the current Princess An Yi.