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Yin sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, touched his chin, and looked at Rinzhe who couldn't move on the ground with interest.Rinzhe's face was ashen ashes, with his head down, kneeling on the ground, his chestnut hair made his skin extremely pale, and the few deep scratches on his pale skin were shocking.

"The skin of Shengjiao is good. Why, look at your aggrieved appearance, do I blame you wrongly, you are not from Shengjiao?" Yin leaned down, put his arms on his slender legs, and playfully aroused Rinzhe's thin skin chin, and smiled lowly.

"Yes." Rinzhe lowered his eyes, but there was no anger in those eyes, they were lifeless, which made Yin a little impatient.

"It's the holy religion, why are you pretending to be pure?" Yin ruthlessly pushed Rinzhe's chin aside, Rinzhe fell sideways under the force, his forehead hit the corner of the coffee table, his skin was torn, and bright red blood oozed out.

Silver seemed to be stimulated by the red color, and his blue pupils became more mysterious. He gently held the back of Rinzhe's head, and his lips touched the wound on Rinzhe's forehead, licking it carefully.

Rinzhe trembled all over.It hurts, but he dare not say it out, even though he has become so humble, he doesn't want to give up the last bit of dignity... Maybe the Holy Cult and the Blood Race are really sworn enemies, but, Yin... Although I am a Holy Spirit... Taught, but I love you very much, I have never done anything to hurt you...

Suddenly, the corner of Rinzhe's mouth overflowed with pain, silver lips turned to Rinzhe's fragile neck, the sharp and sharp canine teeth grabbed Rinzhe's blood vessel gracefully and cruelly, and bit down hard, greedily sucking the sweetness Rinzhe suddenly felt that his eyes were getting darker, he couldn't breathe, his brain was getting numb, and his heart was beating more and more slowly. He was like a drowning survivor, trying to hold on to the last straw - silver, However, his hand was hanging in mid-air, and he stopped.

"I am your master, your humble hands are not worthy to touch me." Yin's sneer was recalled in his mind, and over and over again, he plunged Rinzhe into the dark abyss...

Rinzhe has never called Master Yin before, but at this moment, he is afraid... He is disgusted with the feeling of not being able to see everything around him and being on the verge of death. His lips parted slightly, and he uttered two sounds: Master...

Owner……

Linzhe whimpered, why...

Maybe he didn't even know what he was asking and why.

Yin's pupils shrank, and he pushed Rinzhe away, and his lips left Rinzhe's neck. Rinzhe's sad and desperate eyes looked at him humbly at this moment, Yin narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable irritability came from the bottom of his heart. born.

"Master..." Rinzhe lowered his head, whispered in despair.Tears rushed out of Rinzhe's eyes, and slid down Rinzhe's pale cheeks to his wound. Rinzhe trembled violently again, and the scratches Yin left on Rinzhe's body began to ooze blood. Seeing Rinzhe turned into a blood man, his whole body was covered with blood, and the surrounding air was filled with the sweet and greasy smell of blood that Yin liked,

Yin smiled and mocked: "When I met you, you were still very noble. Who would have thought that such a noble person would be able to kneel on the ground one day, completely naked, covered with scars and hickeys, and humbly call master? Tsk Tsk tsk, what a trick of good fortune."

Rinzhe lowered his head even lower, his heart ached as if he was about to stop beating.

Silver...it hurts.