hug that god

Mozun looked at Mu Rucai with arrogance and amusement in his eyes: "Say thank you..."

Mu Brassica had a bad premonition in her heart, she only squirmed her lips, and with a slight smile on her face, she said awkwardly, "Thank you, Second Uncle."

I saw these two demon guards dragging the fake Shen Yuexiu towards the cell opposite him.

Mu Yuntai's eyes stared straight at Shen Yuexiu, her heart couldn't help but tightened suddenly, her hands were clenched into fists unconsciously, what is the Demon Lord going to do.

The demon guards pushed the fake Shen Yuexiu to the ground vigorously, the fake Shen Yuexiu looked pained and couldn't get up on the ground.

"What are you going to do to him?" Mu Brassica asked a little loudly.

Seeing his suppressed nervousness, Mozun couldn't help but sneered at him, remained silent, walked out of the cell, and locked the door.

"This deity is sympathetic to the demon soldiers, and specially gave Shen Yuexiu to everyone to enjoy."

Mu Yuntai was stunned, feeling like a thunderbolt in her heart, and saw ten young men dressed as demons walking scatteredly and standing towards the door of the cell where the fake Shen Yuexiu was.

"You two come and have fun first." Mozun said to the two demon guards in the cell.

The demon guard entered the cell and began to move.

"Stop..." Mu Yuntai yelled loudly, stepped forward quickly, grabbed the door of the cell with both hands, and pushed towards Shen Yuexiu who was calling the fake.

On the opposite side of the cell, there was the sound of struggling and resisting.

I just felt that the demon guard walked towards him, and then made a move, and after a while, threw the clothes on the ground.

Shen Mu Rucai could see clearly whose clothes it was, as if a bomb exploded in her heart.

I only heard the fake Shen Yuexiu cry.

"Second Uncle, I will promise whatever you want, I will give you everything, let Shen Yuexiu go, let Shen Yuexiu go, let him go."

Mu Yuntai couldn't control herself anymore, she shook the cell door vigorously with both hands, shouting hoarsely.

Mozun yelled to stop, and asked someone to hand him a pen and paper.

"Brassica, don't..." the fake Shen Yuexiu yelled, and the guard squatted down consciously, covering his mouth with his hands, silencing him.

Mu Yuncai wrote tremblingly with the pen in her hand, and handed it to the Demon Lord after finishing writing. The Demon Lord looked at it, rolled it up, and asked: "Brother's technique, Caiminghui, has been passed down to you. ?”

"Yes, but I am not strong enough to practice."

"there."

"In a hidden compartment under the bed."

"Honestly, do you want to be a demon?"

"think."

"Hungry for power?"

"eager."

"Want to kill me?"

"Think." Mu Brassica almost gritted her teeth.

"I want to kill you too, can you watch him being tortured to death, and then commit suicide?" Mozun asked with a smile.

"Xiao Ai, you bastard." Mu Rucai's eyes were full of redness, full of murderous aura.

Mozun was very satisfied with him like this, so he just said lightly to the demon guards: "Continue..."

In the cell not far away, Shen Yuexiu could hear what Fake Yuexiu heard, and Mu Yuntai's words fell into his ears verbatim, and all the pain and humiliation Fake Yuexiu had endured was transmitted to his consciousness.

Shen Yuexiu couldn't help wanting to save him, wanting to break free from the chains that bound her.

There was continuous bursts of spiritual power from his body, and the lock buckle rubbed against his slender wrists, leaving streaks of blood, the thin skin was cut, bleeding came out, and the burst of spiritual power was also pulled in all directions by the chains.

Although his body was not defiled and humiliated, his spirit was the most defiled and humiliated, which made him unable to say what he said back then.

He was clearly wearing clothes, but he felt that he was not wearing any clothes, like the open air in autumn, and he could not see any vitality.

There was a cold wind blowing from all directions, and the wind carried invisible evil things and unknown viruses, all of which were smeared on his body.

It made his whole body feel cold and itchy, as if there were tens of thousands of snakes stretching out fierce red letters, crawling over them, he felt very sick.

A deep, deep despair and nausea spread to his body and brain, and thorny thorns climbed up his body, stinging his body.

He felt that he was falling on the edge of the world of hell, falling deeper and deeper.

"Don't touch him...don't touch him..." Mu Yuntai shouted hoarsely, with tears of despair and helplessness in her eyes.

The fake Shen Yuexiu has a lot of backbone and is stubborn, so the magic guard resorted to brutal methods, slapping his mouth, hitting his face, pinching his flesh, and humiliating him physically and mentally.

"Second Uncle, I beg you, please let Shen Yuexiu go..." He shouted hoarsely, trapped in the cell, unable to rush out.

He showed his weakness to the Demon Lord, bent his body, dropped his knees to the ground, and begged in a low voice.

The Mozun enjoyed it very much. With Mu Yuncai's attitude, he just said arrogantly: "Please ask me for a while."

No matter how much he begged, the Mozun wanted him to watch Shen Yuexiu tortured and humiliated, and die tragically in front of him.

The fake moon show is so strong, he is looking forward to the real moon show, and the corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

The howling of the demon guards spread throughout the prison, and the pants were bloody.

Mozun raised his hand slightly, glanced at the prison cell, couldn't see it, and only pointed to the two young Mozu youths at the door to enter.

A demon youth outside the door, with a faint scarlet mark on his forehead, looked at the fake Shen Yuexiu's innocence, and there was a faint unidentified evil spirit in his eyes.

He walked in briskly, pushed away the guard who was about to enter, and mocked coldly and disdainfully: "You are the only one who deserves to go first?"

The guards are just ordinary guards, and they are the elites of the demon clan, just because the fake Shen Yuexiu also has spiritual power in her body, and her body is beautiful, the demon master just doesn't want to waste it.

The handsome half-white demon youth became even stronger, he pushed away the demon guard, but the demon guard did not dare to fight him, so he just left silently and went elsewhere.

The young man seemed to be an old hand, and quickly took control of Fake Yuexiu.

Seeing all this, Mu Yuntai was going crazy, he kept begging the Demon Lord, and became more and more humble.

Mozun ignored him at all, he kowtowed, Mozun only smiled contemptuously, and then looked at everything.

The youth enters the body of Fake Moon Soo.

……

"Don't continue, I, I will, I, I will bear it for him..."

Seeing this situation, Mu Brassica's voice was hoarse and painful, her throat was already so painful that it was difficult to speak.

"Ha, what does it feel like to be a prince..." A man looked at the prince and couldn't help but licked his lips.

When Mozun heard the words, his eyes turned cold, even though he didn't like Mu Yuncai, but after all, he was of the same blood, the noble royal family, how could they allow them to blaspheme.

Looking at the speaker, Mozun smiled and said, "I'll play first, and discuss it with me later."

The man suddenly felt cold all over his body, and his whole mentality was not good.

The fake Shen Yuexiu is about to collapse.

In a quiet and claustrophobic room, it was dark and hazy, with the sound of chains shaking, blood dripping on the ground, forming a hideous bloody field.

Shen Yuexiu's sleeves were covered with blood, and the blood continued to spread out from her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist.

Mu Rucai was under the impact of vision and hearing, while Shen Yuexiu was suffering from the torment of unknown despair. He could hear everything Fake Yuexiu heard. .

He can feel the feelings and emotions of Fake Moon Show, the physical, mental and spiritual torture.

And he can't do anything, he can only break free desperately, go to the obscene demon purgatory, and save the poor man who has the same appearance as himself.

The surroundings of Fake Yuexiu were already drenched with blood, and they couldn't bear to look directly at them. Everyone had no compassion and took turns to invade and plunder.

He couldn't bear to watch it, but he wanted to watch it, he wanted to remember everyone's face, remember what Shen Yuexiu had suffered, and ask them to pay back double.

The fake Shen Yuexiu's line of defense was broken, and Mu Yuncai cried bitterly, feeling depressed in her heart.

Listening to the tortured voice, Mu Yuncai's body couldn't stop shaking and tensing up.

He is so beautiful, how can he suffer such hardships, if it is still possible, let him replace him.

"If he doesn't die, do you still want him?" Mozun asked casually.

"No matter what he becomes, he is my Yuexiu, he will always be clean in my heart..." He seemed to be declaring, speaking to Mozun and Shen Yuexiu.

His voice was almost hoarse, and he was about to lose his voice. He kept shaking the cell door with his hands, trying to save Shen Yuexiu who was right in front of him.

The voice inside gradually weakened, four or five put on their clothes, looked like a human being, noble and dignified, walked towards the door, bowed their heads slightly to the Demon Lord, and left.

Mu Brassica remembered their faces.

Fake Yuexiu's eyes were already in a trance, and it was difficult to focus.

His body was covered in bruises and he was bleeding profusely.

Mu Yuncai looked at him, her heart ached so hard that she couldn't speak.

The remaining demon youths pulled out all his teeth one by one.

Fake Yuexiu's mouth was full of blood.

A person stepped on his hand vigorously with his foot and rubbed it on the ground.

'Another person also stepped on it.

The demon, who was no longer a male, took out a weapon and pierced his mouth through the back of his throat.

Fake Yuexiu's mouth kept spurting blood, and his eyes were lost.

"Cut open his stomach and have a look..." A devil who kept poking laughed.

Another guard came over and said I was coming, so he took out a knife and cut open on his belly.

Fake Moon Show, he could feel his stomach opening, and the contents inside were exposed to the air;

"This heart is so beautiful." After saying that, he took it out and ate it, while the others ate his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and intestines.

Fake Shen Yuexiu has not lost consciousness at this time, he can feel everything, but he is unable to express it.

A face leaned over and pressed his eyeballs into it.

Suddenly his eyes were pitch black, filled with blood.

"He is really tenacious, and he is not dead yet."

One of them held a knife, with the corner of his mouth raised, and stretched towards Fake Moon Xiu's neck, sawing his throat lightly and bit by bit.

Fake Yuexiu was in great pain, his neck was separated bit by bit, and his breath was not smooth, as if something was broken, he slowly closed his eyes and remained motionless.

In the claustrophobic room, the shaking of the chains was not as strong as before, and it was weak.

All the organs in Shen Yuexiu's body were hurting, as if she had a hand with long sharp nails, she was holding it, trying to pull it out of her body alive, but it couldn't pull it out, it just paused , and then tear it hard again.

Shen Yuexiu's face was pale, her hair stuck to his face, she couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat, her whole body was soaked in blood.

He was in so much pain that it was difficult to breathe, his head was stiff, his body was shaking, and blood that had accumulated for a long time flowed out of his mouth.

He was trembling and twitching all over, as if he was wearing cold clothes, in the freezing hell.

His legs were already unsteady, his hands were hung high, his center of gravity was entirely on his two wrists, the blood flow became more severe, and the chains were dyed thick red.

Today, he saw the purgatory and felt the purgatory of the demon world in the human world. He made a ha sound, rubbed his blood with tears, and fell to the ground non-stop.

In the cell of Fake Moon Show.

Everyone tried his breath, got up and reported to Mozun: "Mozun, he is dead."

"You guys back down." Mozun's mouth turned up, finally tortured him to death, seeing the miserable appearance of the fake Shen Yuexiu, he was in a great mood, and couldn't wait to see what the real Shen Yuexiu looked like now.

I must submit to him and beg him for mercy, after all, I have seen what happened to my substitute.

"Yes." The crowd took Fake Yuexiu's clothes, threw them on the ground after using them, then put on the clothes and left.I see there are still people here.

Out of curiosity, he died, do you still feel it?

The man was good-looking, his facial features were lightly squeezed together, he looked a little wretched, he smiled complacently, and flaunted that he liked seeing corpses.

As he said that, he also left, holding the clothes in one hand and hanging the clothes in the other arm, followed the others out of the cell, saluted the Demon Lord and left.

The condition of the fake Shen Yuexiu can be seen at a glance, it is horrible, eyes are full of ferocious red.

Mu Brassica was already numb, and looked at the corpse with absent-minded eyes.

Suddenly a person rushed in and said to the Demon Monarch: "It's not good, it's not good, King Shan, Ximing, rebelled..."

"What?" Mozun's complacent eyes suddenly turned cold and became sharp and gloomy.

He turned slightly sideways, took a hard look at the dazed Mu Yuntai, his eyes were full of complacency, he snorted coldly, and then left with the young general who reported.