The smile on Su Muyao's face suddenly froze.
She was expressionless and looked at Su Ruotang with cold eyes, "Thanks to you, I survived and got a new identity."
"This identity is enough for me to torture you thousands of times."
"Ha..." Su Ruotang chuckled, feeling Mo Ronyan's increasingly weak pulse under her fingertips, her tone was light and indifferent, but full of sarcasm:
"With a shady identity, you can only hide in the dark like a mouse. I really don't know what you have to be proud of."
"But your face now looks older than before."
"You!" Su Muyao stared at her beautiful eyebrows, her face suddenly turned livid.
Su Ruotang ignored her, supported Mo Ronyan, and lowered his voice, "The Zilin Guards can't catch up. If Su Muyao dares to lead people to besiege us, he must be well prepared. There is one of her in the court."
"Ahem..." Mo Rongyan coughed twice, his eyes a little unfocused.
He hummed in a low voice, "It was hidden so deep that I didn't find it out at once."
Su Ruotang glanced sideways at the cliff behind him.
The small teeth bit the corners of his lips: "Dance?"
A faint smile appeared on Mo Ronyan's lips.
His vision was blurred, but that charming figure came into view clearly.
He narrowed his eyes, lowered his long eyelashes, "Jump."
Su Muyao narrowed her eyes: "Third Prince, as long as you hand over the blood ginseng, I will spare your life."
Mo Ronyan raised his eyes and gave her an indifferent glance, "You are not qualified to take my life."
After finishing speaking, he put his arms around Su Ruotang's slender waist.
Suddenly he turned around and jumped down the cliff.
Su Muyao's pupils shrank and she subconsciously ran to the edge of the cliff.
Seeing the two figures disappearing into the clouds and mist, his expression changed slightly, "The stronghold my father left in the capital is under this cliff?"
No. 6's face also looked a little ugly: "This cliff is so high and there are strange rocks below. If they jump down, they will definitely die."
Thinking of Du Zun's terrifying torture methods, the blood on Su Muyao's face faded.
She bit her lip and said: "Go down and look for me. If you want to see the person alive, you want to see the body if you die!"
"We must not let them spoil our father's affairs."
She didn't understand why her father didn't want to be involved in the court since he wanted to keep someone in the capital.
Instead, he stayed at the bottom of a deserted cliff outside the city.
But if this stronghold is destroyed, she will definitely be severely punished by her father.
...
With the whistling wind, Su Ruotang was held in Mo Rongyan's arms.
The man's body temperature was cold, but his arms around her waist were firm and strong.
The soft sword made a harsh sound on the cliff, bringing out a series of sparks.
Watching blood continue to spill from the corners of his mouth.
Su Ruotang looked calm, took out the deep-sea silver needle, and accurately inserted it into the acupuncture point on Mo Rongyan's heart through the clothes.
"Madam, if I die, I won't be able to share the same point." Mo Rongyan chuckled and hugged Su Ruotang tightly.
Su Ruotang felt his body temperature getting lower and lower, biting the corner of his lip, "If we can't share the same point, I don't want to die with you."
"Ahem..." Mo Ronyan swallowed the sweetness that came to her throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Madam has no choice but to accompany her husband."
When the last note fell, he suddenly exerted force on his wrist.
The soft sword pierced deeply into the crevice of the cliff, and the two men's falling trend stopped instantly.
Su Ruotang glanced around and tightened his hands around Mo Rongyan's neck.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and she stretched her neck to look at the mist-shrouded lower part, "Is it still very high from the bottom of the cliff?"
Mo Ronyan's face turned pale and he coughed twice, "It's estimated to be a hundred feet away."
Su Ruotang: "..."
I just don’t know how ugly it is to be smashed into a pulp.
She gave up her struggle and asked another question, "How long can you hold on?"
"Half a cup of tea at most."
Su Ruotang pulled out the silver needle and leaned against Mo Rongyan's chest.
Her clear and transparent eyes were fixed on Mo Ronyan.
After a while, she slowly said, "Husband, aren't you curious about my identity?"
Mo Rongyan narrowed his eyes and met the eyes of the little woman in his arms.
In her gorgeous red eyes, a faint starlight flowed, "You are the third prince's concubine, Mo Ronyan's only wife in this life."
The man's voice was hoarse, but it sounded inexplicably reassuring.
The uneasiness in Su Ruotang's heart suddenly dissipated.
She raised her head and placed a gentle kiss between Mo Ronyan's Adam's apple, "Mo Ronyan, actually I am not Su Ruotang."
Mo Ronyan's Adam's apple rolled up, his red eyes were gorgeous, and his voice was calm and gentle, "Yes, I know."
Su Ruotang was surprised: "How do you know?"
Mo Ronyan hugged her slender waist tightly, assessed his remaining internal strength, and answered the question, "Madam, what is your true form?"
Su Ruotang was stunned: "What's the truth?"
Mo Ronyan glanced down, picked up the soft sword and continued to slide down.
The cold tone was blurry in the clouds and mist, "Fox? Rabbit? Or...cat?"
Su Ruotang: "???"
The cold wind blew on my face, causing a faint sting.
After being stunned for a moment, she came to her senses: "Do you think I'm a goblin?"
Mo Ronyan hugged her and looked down at her, "No?"
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes, his face hurt from the blow.
She simply buried her face in the man's chest: "It's a fairy!"
Mo Ronyan's chest shook, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.
Accompanied by the cold cliff wind, the man's clear and hoarse voice penetrated into Su Ruotang's ears:
"Okay, it's a fairy, a fairy who is more seductive than a goblin."
Su Ruotang blinked and magnanimously refused to argue with the man with blind eyes.
She pressed her face tightly against Mo Ronyan's heart.
After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, with a light and hollow voice, "I am actually a lonely soul from another world."
