The red blood sprinkled on the snow, and suddenly bloomed like a fiery red lotus, bewitching and dazzling. And the moon-white robe was also stained with sporadic bloodstains, which was so dazzling that it made people feel distressed.

"Lord Wang!" Mo Lan, who was chasing after him, was horrified when he saw the blood red that rushed straight into his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him.

"Go away!" Si Yunyin pushed her hand away vigorously, staggered a few steps, her hair was messily attached to the side of her face, and the blood stains spreading from the corners of her mouth made her already pale face more and more transparent, but it was thrillingly beautiful!

And the pair of eyes without the slightest temperature were staring at her with a cold feeling at the moment, like a bucket of ice water, pouring Mo Lan from the scalp to the soles of her feet, and she shivered unconsciously.

"Lord Wang, your body ......" Mo Lan looked at him worriedly, but didn't know how to speak.

"Put away your hypocrisy, this king doesn't need it!" Si Yunyin opened his mouth coldly, his slender fingers touched his lips, hiding a little bloodstain, but the corners of his mouth brought up a mocking amplitude, "Abolish life and martyrdom, it turns out that this is what you want to prove to this king, okay!" Very good! Shumo Blue, you really impressed this king. ”

No wonder she swore so much that she wanted to bet with him that she would never end up with him for a funeral, it turned out that she had been planning for a long time.

It's a pity that he was dragged into the game by her, and he willingly brought her to Mingxiang Juxian. It's ridiculous that he still thinks that in her heart, there is a trace of caring about him. In the end, it turned out that she was just being used by her!

"Si Yunyin, listen to my explanation." Mo Lan took a deep breath and looked at him calmly, "I ......"

"No need!" He interrupted her mercilessly, his slender fingers reaching for the french of the fox fur, "Why do you need to explain to this king?" Now that life and martyrdom have been abolished, even if this king dies soon, it should have nothing to do with you. ”

Mo Lan was hit by his cold and self-deprecating words, clenching and trembling fists, but her lips were so muttered that she couldn't spit out a word.

The warm fox fur was untied and held tightly in his hands. The thin clothes were unbearable under the heavy snow curtain, and the thin body was like a wisp of flowers swaying in the north wind, almost withering.

"Congratulations, you, you finally don't have to bury this king." Si Yunyin raised the snow-white cloak in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more dissipated, "This fox Qiu King can't afford to use it, so I'll give it back to you." ”

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the fox fur was like an unintentional straw, and it was paralyzed on the ground. With a slight drop in his arm, he turned and walked towards the carriage not far away.

The fluttering black hair overlapping with the pouring snowflakes blurred the dark blue vision, and in the wind and snow, the touch of moon white was going farther and farther, as if it was about to dissipate and melt into the vastness of heaven and earth.

The sound of the axle faded away, and Mo Lan still stood still, not moving. Suddenly there was a neighing of a horse in her ears, and she turned her head slightly to see Takizawa riding past her.

The man in black also glanced at her coldly, and as soon as he rode his horse, he chased after the carriage in the distance.

Mo Lan lowered her eyes, looked at the dirty and messy fox fur at her feet, and suddenly realized that it was an orphan who had been ruthlessly abandoned, helpless and desolate.

She squatted down, her fingertips gently brushing her coat, but it was extremely cold......