Si Chengyue looked at Mo Lan and threw an olive branch to her like an Aladdin lamp god: "Now, you can make your request to me." ”

Mo Lan slowly raised her head, her glassy black jade-like eyes were a little misty and bottomless. The corners of his mouth suddenly flashed with a bewitching smile like a mandala, but under the cover of the snow-covered curtain, it seemed a little ethereal.

Si Yunyin saw her slightly raised red cherry lips on one side, and a chill suddenly arose from inside inexplicably, as if she had a premonition that it was not good.

And that radiant woman really used only one sentence to completely knock him into a catastrophe......

"Mo Lan wants to ask his father for a decree." She said indifferently as usual, her focused eyes revealing her seriousness at the moment.

"Oh?" Si Chengyue asked curiously, "What do you want to ask me for?" ”

Light snow lingers, and a cool breeze hits.

The woman stood skillfully, with undoubted strength, and said word by word: "Abolish life and martyrdom." ”

As the words fell, the whole garden fell into an eerie silence. After a few seconds of astonishment, everyone unanimously turned their indescribable gazes to the pure white under the seat.

Abolish the ...... of life and martyrdom

Just four words, but like a sharp thorn, hit the cold and arrogant heart.

Si Yunyin's face was as white as paper in an instant.

The coldness of the bones rose from the bottom of his heart, overwhelming the sky like a surging tide, freezing his entire body in it. The thin lips were bloody, and the pale face was almost transparent under the snow-colored sky, as terrifying as a dying person. And the fishy sweetness in his throat is screaming frantically, wanting to gush out......

Takizawa behind him opened his lips in a trance, and his resolute face was full of disbelief. His heart was full of surprise, disappointment, and anger...... Princess, how could she ...... Make such a request to the emperor? How could she!? How can it!?

He clenched the sword in his hand and looked at the man in white sitting in front of him with a sad gaze.

Like a quiet stone statue, the man in white clothes and black hair lowered his head, so that people could not see his expression. If it weren't for the slight trembling of the sleeves that poured down, people couldn't believe that he was still alive at this time. He just sat still, silent without any reaction.

Only Takizawa behind him could see that a pale hand under the sleeve was gripping the armrest of the chair tightly at the moment, and the bones were extremely hideous. The fingertips swiped, as if using all the strength of the whole body, left deep scratches on the mahogany, and a red liquid overflowed, gradually filling the original transparent and slender nails.

The angry man in black suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes and stared closely at the woman standing still in the snow.

She looked so quiet and beautiful, elegant and pleasant, as if the cruel words did not come from her mouth.

This is the second time that Takizawa has looked at Mo Lan seriously, but he wants to use the sword in his hand......

Stabbed hard at that smear of rosé......