Sometimes, maybe it is really a strong spirit that can make the body stronger|stronger with it. I kept chanting the phrase that I will get it back sooner or later in my heart, and the pain was not so uncomfortable, and I even felt that the pain just now was too ridiculous.
Gently propping up his palms, his crooked body just now sits firmly. Except for his pale complexion and the corners of his lips stained with blood, it is not at all obvious that Liu Moyan has worked hard in this short period of time. There are two back and forth psychological battles in heaven and hell.
Liu Moyan waved his hand and pushed away the arm that was hurriedly supported by his subordinates, his voice was still a little hoarse, it was because the blood in his throat hadn't all spit out: "It's all right, don't panic!"
He said it was nothing, as a subordinate, he had to act as if he didn't understand anything.
Liu Moyan's eyes were quiet, with a bit of icy coldness: "Go back to Beijing immediately and tell senior brother that everything is going as planned and there is no need to change"
He took out a snow-white veil from his bosom, covered his lips, and gently wiped it off again and again, the movements were extremely gentle and gentle, and the corners of the cold lips, like flower petals blooming, rose up little by little. Outline a perfect arc: "And"
Liu Moyan's voice was cold as opposed to his smile: "He knows what I want him to do, and he also knows my bottom line. This kind of thing is only this time, and it will not be an example!"
As the words fell, the veil that Fang had just carefully twisted in his hand to wipe off the blood on the corners of his lips was already blown slowly by an internal force into the brazier in the center of the tent. The cloth, with a slight cracking sound, rolled up a ball of bright red flames, stretched, and turned into little ashes, together with the blood from Liu Moyan's heart.
It was just a small, careless movement, but, combined with Liu Moyan's warning just now, there was clearly a trace of murderous intent in it, the man in black said in a low voice, and his body was sweating profusely.
The other party's ability to understand is very good, which satisfied Liu Moyan. He likes smart people. Just now, his mind was in chaos, and he even spewed blood. Why didn't we know about such a big event until now? In this, who is able to play such a concealed role, and who will hinder it! Liu Moyan sneered.
His chin was raised slightly, with a kind of awe-inspiring spirit that made people dare not look directly at him: "Go down!"
The subordinates retreated silently as they did when they came. Liu Moyan lowered his head and spread out his blood-soaked hand. In his palm, the jade-colored accessories had become pieces of broken jade, a little glittering and translucent and a little glamorous. color, flickering in front of my eyes.
"hehe!"
Liu Moyan laughed, without calling anyone, took out another clean handkerchief from his bosom, and slowly wiped clean between his fingers and palms, those pieces of jade were not discarded by the owner, but were returned with the bunch of jade handkerchiefs returned by the man. The returned wooden beads were put together.
Wrap it up and put it away, with a smile in his eyes all the time, calmly as if he wasn't the disturbed person just now, lightly tap with his fingertips, with some doting and tenderness: "Duan Jinrui, don't let me down "
He has already fallen down emotionally once. Liu Moyan in the last life gave everything he could for Duan Jinrong. In this life, he will never be that loser again.
"If"
If Duan Jinrui can't extinguish the burning flame in his heart, if Duan Jinrui can't give him a satisfactory answer, what stretches in Liu Moyan's smiling eyes is clearly the addiction that cannot be washed away by the water of nine days. Blood killing intent.
The thing in the handkerchief has edges and corners, and the five fingers clenched it tightly again, so that the palm that was not closed and the blood was flowing slowly overflowed more bright red in an instant, and a snow-white handkerchief was gradually covered by bright colors Dip dyed, turned into a murderous crimson color.
?Time is like running water, and before you know it, it has passed by quickly. In the blink of an eye, it is already August in the 33rd year of Anping, and in a few days, it will be the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.
On the official road, a group of horses and horses were galloping. The man in the lead was wearing silver light armor. Can't help but be attracted by that person and take a look.
The spring day is just right, the roadside flowers are vanilla and green, and it is a beautiful scene, but it is not as beautiful as the brilliant and gorgeous face of the man in silver armor.
After staying in the army for three years, the sow competes with Diaochan. Although Liu Moyan is a real man and a killer that ordinary people dare not mess with, he can't deny that face that is prettier than a woman. These men in the army don't have much thought, the most important thing is to be seductive, taking advantage of their own?No matter how good-looking that face was, he followed his intuition and did not insist on it with Liu Moyan.
"Silence!"
Liu Moyan sipped softly, and the stream, which was still very lively just now, became as silent as death in an instant.
"Bell~"
"Bell~"
But at this moment, a burst of unhurried hoofbeats came along with the crisp sound of Ma Ling'er, and the half-naked and disheveled crowd quickly dressed, and within a short while, a group of people approached It looked like an ordinary carriage, with more than a dozen guards riding on both sides. Although there were not many people, the spirit and the horse under it revealed that the identities of this group of people were unusual.
Liu Moyan's eyes scanned a sign in the hidden place of the carriage, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com