Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

Fortunately, as long as you don’t deliberately communicate, the other person won’t be able to hear what you are thinking.

Otherwise, he would have been thrown down 100 times, and only in such a short period of time.

Wei Lan's heart stopped for a second because of the sudden force of falling down, and he realized that he did it on purpose, damn it, but although he cursed in his heart, he still had a smile on his face.

"Of course, of course."

Finally, he pointed to the window of the room on the top floor. As he approached, he had already reached out to open the window, but suddenly there was a sound of shattering.

The window shattered into pieces and scattered inside, but there happened to be a bed next to the window, and all the glass shattered onto the bed.

He originally wanted to sit on it, but now there is no place to sit.

But he still wanted to curse, because he was already unhappy with him:

"Why are you so stupid? If they hear this, they will find out we are here."

"Why do you talk so much?"

Luo stood inside and could only fold his wings. Although he looked at him unhappily, he did not reveal his thoughts at all. He just asked:

"Tell me, what does blowing mean?"

Tsk, I won’t tell you right away, I’ll just lure you. Wei Lan slowly stepped down from the bed and sat on the chair next to the desk in front:

"Do you want to know?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll tear down the house here." Luo raised his claws angrily.

"Why are you so childish?" Wei Lan frowned slightly, then took the dish knife that was not put away last time from the desk, and slashed her skirt twice, still saying sarcastically:

"If you don't tell me, they will tear down all the houses here. What kind of child are you?"

When he was a kid playing with building blocks, if he wasn’t happy with the game, he would say he wanted to kick down the house that others had built.

However, he did not notice that there was something wrong with Luo's eyes behind him. His violet eyes became deeper and deeper, and the veins on his arms bulged.

Wei Lan turned around and saw his expression. She thought he was really angry, so she grabbed a few pieces of cloth in her hand and walked over to him, talking to him like a child:

"Okay, okay, can't I explain it to you?"

As he spoke, he walked over and pulled the rag he was wearing. Sure enough, there were a few traces of blood on the cut he had made earlier, and the blood was flowing down his arm.

But when he wrapped the cloth around it, he found there was no open wound at all. Only then did he realize that the person's arm was grown out, so how could there be a cut there?

He touched the area below the back of his neck, at the spine between his shoulder blades, and probably felt the wound from rubbing against the iron at that time.

But there were scrapes all over his arms and ankles, but he didn't pay much attention to them.

The latter was probably more serious. He suddenly realized something and looked up at Luo's eyes. He looked inexplicably crazy, and his figure was reflected in his violet pupils.

His lips were so dry and cracked that he looked like a lion drooling at its prey.

"Wait wait wait wait!" Wei Lan raised his palm in front of him.

"Can't you just hold back for a bit? Or I'll give you my hand, and you keep saying you're strong all day long, but you can't control yourself from doing this?"

As a result, less than three seconds after he stretched out his hand, his wrist was pulled back and pressed against a cabinet at the side, with both hands restrained behind his back.

The clothes at the back of his neck were torn open with great force, and his hands were twisted to form a long groove in the middle of his shoulder blades.

The moonlight outside the window was not blocked at this moment. In the center of the area that was exposed to the sun all day but still looked white, was the wound caused by the unpolished roots underneath rubbing against his back when he was leaning on the iron cage and the cage was opened.

Because the situation was so critical at the time, I didn't pay any attention to it.

The flesh and blood rubbed out in the middle were dripping, and the skin looked even colder and whiter because of the blood. The back of the neck was slightly tilted forward and connected to the shoulders, and the clothes were torn, which made people feel like they wanted to be tortured.

"Fuck you, do you want to eat my ass or something?" Wei Lan cursed at him and stretched out his heel to kick him.

As soon as he finished cursing, his shoulders and his whole body shook, and his cracked skin felt wet, mixed with pain and itchiness.

It makes one's scalp tingle.

But then there was a burst of pain. The dog really bit down on that piece of skin. Wei Lan's face was pressed against the cold wooden board of the closet. Both shoulders were hunched but he still cursed:

"You twit, you bastard, is there blood there? You just bite it?!"

"Wake up!" He roared loudly, and then turned over by using the force of one shoulder against the wardrobe.

The man had to let go, and Wei Lan immediately picked up his fist and hit him, causing his face to be distorted.

After punching the man, he quickly pulled up his clothes, and his shoulders almost shrank.

Luo came to his senses and realized that Wei Lan was very strong. That punch caused blood to flow from the corner of his lips and his mouth was probably also broken.

"How dare you hit me?" Luo reached out and touched his face, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Wei Lan was just about to ask him if he was going to say, "No one has ever dared to hit me."

Who knew that the man stretched out his arm, and his palm attacked his neck, and the next second he grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Before Wei Lan could even react, he felt his scalp swelling, his neck was strangled so that he couldn't breathe, and his jaw was restrained so that he could only make broken moans.

“Uh….uh….”

Even the meaning in my mind began to fail to react.

Luo looked at him and sneered, without reducing the strength in his hands, but he also did not increase it:

"Who do you think you are? I wanted to suck your blood dry and leave it at that, but you really don't want to take my advice -"

Wei Lan shouted:

"It's hard to...die."

"Heh—" Luo loosened his grip a little, and the narrow tail of his eyes matched with the noble purple pupils, making him look even more ghostly:

"You don't really think that I would sign a contract with you so easily? Your contract was rigged the moment it was signed."

Wei Lan's hands were unable to pull his hands away, and they fell down helplessly, with the sides of his shoulders also sliding down due to the torn cloth at the back.

Seeing that it was about to slide to his chest, Luo frowned and quickly looked away, loosening the strength in his hand a little.

Wei Lan sensed the situation and suddenly grabbed the hand that was still holding his neck, and kicked him with both feet.

The man was kicked so hard that he staggered backwards. Wei Lan fell to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing:

“Cough…cough!”

When he finished coughing, the protruding red-rimmed eyes looked up at him, and there was a hint of joy in his heart. Then he coughed a few more times and snorted coldly, not wanting to be outdone:

"Yo~~ Did you feel dizzy for a moment just now?"