The Third Thousand and Thirty-Ninth Chapters Are Astonishing Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Eighty)

"You haven't tried it, why deny it?" Ranbai asked back, and then said coldly: "If you don't drink it, do you always want to watch me bleed?"

"Or with your current situation, expecting to fight with me?"

"Ling Bai!"

What Ranbai said really stuck in Mo Liyan's heart.

Not to mention that he can't do it now, if he could do it, he would have forced Ranbai to continue detoxification.

He couldn't bear to lose as much blood as he did.

After Ranbai poured Mo Liyan in, he skillfully and carelessly bandaged the wound on his wrist, and then carefully looked at the young emperor's expression.

Finally she found out.

Really useless.

No relief at all.

That is,

From now on, on the fifteenth of every month, Mo Liyan can only survive until dawn alone.

Mo Liyan said lightly, "I said it was useless."

In fact, Mo Liyan didn't know whether it was useful or not.

But he wanted only one outcome.

That is useless.

Ranbai suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the new emperor, "Mo Liyan, let's make a bet."

He asked in a hoarse and indifferent whisper, "What?"

Dye Bai smiled slightly.

"Half a month later, Liancheng. You are on your own and lead your troops to fight. We will face off in front of a million army."

She said, "If you win, my life is yours. If you lose..."

This time,

Ranbai took the initiative to pour two glasses of wine, quite leisurely and elegantly indifferent.

Handed one of the cups to Mo Liyan.

The young Wang did not refuse and took it.

The red-clothed girl had picturesque brows, smiled lightly, and stood with a toast, her hands becoming more and more slender and slender.

Xie Ning allures the city, and has an unparalleled bearing.

Mo Liyan listened to Ranbai's cold and wanton voice, like carrying ice and snow, every word, every word like a blade.

"I wish Your Majesty to sit on a splendid country and enjoy the meaning of loneliness forever."

The young emperor held the glass of wine that dyed white poured for him, and rubbed the lines of the wine glass with his cold fingertips. After hearing that sentence clearly, his heart was endlessly bitter and cold. It was a low-pitched laugh: "It's already like this, why do you need blessings."

Nonetheless,

Mo Liyan met Ranbai's gaze straight, with an unfathomable arrogance, raised his glass to Ranbai, and the two drank the spirits in one instant.

The emperor did not feel burnt even when the spirits poured into his throat, and said, "I promise you."

…

July,

The afterimage was stained with blood, and half of the sky was red.

Dark twilight closes the sky,

Under the city of Suicheng.

Millions of South Korean soldiers are approaching the city.

The drums of war are beating, resounding through the sky; the east wind is rustling, and the battle flags are fluttering,

Tens of thousands of soldiers in armor with sharp blades in their hands, eyes like torches, mighty and domineering, swept in like a black sea.

The city gate of Suicheng slowly opened, and countless soldiers rushed out in an orderly manner, with deafening footsteps.

The young emperor riding on a horse galloped and led his soldiers to stop at a distance from the Han army.

The battle unfolded in the red dust, the wind was surging, the crow flew over the head, and the hoarse cry burst...

Two people, two cities, two armies, two countries.

However, in the three-year period, the world has been turned upside down, and things are different.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing half of the sky red.

The girl in red, with silver armor.

At this moment, a pair of peach blossom eyes fell on the opposite figure, too alienated.

The young Wang stood in front of thousands of troops, dressed in dark clothes and black armor. He was arrogant and arrogant. He slightly bent his thin lips to the person in the rain curtain, showing a very light and calm smile.

He still called her: "Ling Bai."

This name seems to be the same as before.

He was still the King Jin, and she was still an assassin by his side.

Dianbai didn't respond, she rode on the back of a horse, her red clothes were sassy and wanton, her picturesque eyebrows and thin and cool eyes were hazy and unreal, she was a mighty evil person, with a smile that was not a smile: "I'll give it to you again. opportunity."

"This time, the archery's hand is steady, but don't go too far."

She casually followed Mo Liyan, as if she didn't care about all this.

Mo Liyan listened to the girl general's words, his heart was very clear, and he knew one thing very calmly.

If you do it again,

Soldiers approaching the city,

He would still deliberately miss that arrow.

He couldn't kill her.

"Are you sure you want to play singles with him?" Xie Jinshu asked Ranbai sideways. For some reason, ever since he knew that Mo Liyan would be in charge of his own expedition, until today's battle started, Xie Jinshu always had a vague and bad premonition in his heart. even panic.

He always feels...

This time it won't be so simple.

Maybe something will happen.

Xie Jinshu couldn't describe this feeling.

He had never felt this way.

Dye Bai nodded slightly.

such a decision,

Already thought about it half a month ago.

Win or lose to decide fate.

King and loser.

This has always been what she believed in.

Evening is not yet approaching, the twilight is dim, the setting sun is like blood, covering the sky, it is a gorgeous but desolate color, as if the last bloom of the moment before Tumi.

In the vastness of heaven and earth,

The millions of armies on both sides are deadlocked here, and at a glance it looks like a black cloud, and there is no end in sight.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on their bodies, as if smeared with bright red blood, the atmosphere was condensed and suppressed, and the chilling air was faintly permeating the air, dormant in the cold wind, as if hiding a sharp sword that could take people's lives at any time.

"Come." Mo Liyan's thin lips opened lightly, and he spat out a word without warmth, without any emotion, and no one could clearly see the deep emotions that were calmly surging in his eyes.

The dyed white toes lightly tapped, and for a moment, she stepped on the horse's body lightly and hovered in the air, and the long sword in her left hand broke out of the air with her movements, wrapping Rujue and drawing a lingering arc— —!

The cold wind rolled up in the sky, squinting people's eyes, and the flags fluttered, hunting and hunting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the heavens and the earth, overturning the battlefield!

At the same time, the young emperor jumped into the air with a sword in one hand! The black and cold armor against the most ruthless color, but he remained motionless.

Sword and sword shadow, unable to capture.

Only the sound of the impact could be heard sternly and chillingly.

Move to kill, move to kill.

The two figures were entangled together, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Under the blood-soaked sky, there were afterimages of afterimages, and the direction of the sword was only murder!

One is the unfathomable young emperor who is strategizing.

One is a cold-hearted, ruthless girl general.

Who wins and who loses?

All the soldiers who were like dark clouds were looking up at such a shocking picture that was rarely seen in this life, and the murderous intent was terrifying!

Their eyes reflected the setting sun, the blood-stained color, and the two figures.

Xie Jinshu lowered his eyes, his brows and eyes were as clean as ink paintings, the curvature of his thin lips was cool and tranquil, and the noble boy in white clothes like snow spit out a cold word: "Kill."