Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Does it hurt?

are you afraid?

Mo Yuan couldn't remember.

He only remembered the day when he was thrown into the abyss, a group of low-level monsters surrounded him, as if he was a top-quality spirit stone, drooling and staring at him covetously.

Later, they rushed up ferociously, their sharp teeth piercing his flesh and gnawing his bones.

He saw clearly that he was being eaten into pieces like a piece of rag, and every monster around him had his flesh and blood in their mouths.

His arms, his legs, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And all of this is thanks to the person in front of me.

How much he looked up to him once, how much he hates him now.

It's ridiculous that he still dares to look at him with such compassion now.

Did he think that he was still the disciple of the outer sect who was determined to die just because of a little kindness?

Mo Yuan pursed his lips slightly, and the red lines on his cheeks slowly bloomed with his movements, like a coquettish Bana flower, full of bloody killing intent.

"Brother, do you want to know?"

Duan Lang couldn't help but shuddered, trying to maintain his character, his eyes downcast.

At this time, no matter what the answer is, it is wrong, it is better not to speak.

Mo Yuan didn't miss the fright that flashed between Duan Lang's eyebrows, and asked slowly: "Brother, are you afraid?"

His voice was soft and slow, with a smile on his face.But the smile didn't reach the eyes, there was a gloomy coldness, like ice water poured down from the head, chilling to the bone.

Duan Lang wanted to say that he was not afraid, so he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

How could he not be afraid!

This doggy man has duplicity in his appearance, and his methods are ruthless. He kills people like chopping vegetables, and is more fierce than a crocodile!

He can persevere until now, relying entirely on the self-cultivation of a film king, and he is unwilling to collapse his personality.

Just as he was thinking hard about how to answer to coax Mo Yuan into his favor and make him give up the idea of ​​committing violence against him, a chill suddenly came from his arm.

He subconsciously glanced down.

One hand was resting on his forearm, the knuckles of the fingers were well defined, the nails were rounded, and they were as beautiful as a work of art carefully carved from heaven.

It's just that the color is ugly, like a dead person, pale and cold, making people shiver.

Duan Lang remembered the pain it brought him before, his pupils shrank slightly.

Mo Yuan exerted force on his palm, and lifted Duan Lang up from the ground with such force that he almost crushed Duan Lang.

"Since Senior Brother is so curious, I'll take you to have a look."

Duan Lang was in pain all over his body. After being dragged by Mo Yuan, he accidentally let out a sigh of relief in his chest, and suddenly his eyes stared from the pain.

But at this moment, he couldn't care about this, his mind was full of what Mo Yuan said just now.

Take you to see?

Where should I go?

Monster abyss?

Thinking of those legends about the abyss of monsters, Duan Lang felt a surge of fear in his heart, and his legs began to go weak.

But he didn't dare to refuse. With the character of the original owner, it was impossible to say no at this time.And he believed that if he dared to say no, Mo Yuan would mess with him the next second and give him a hard time.

What's more, he doesn't know if the gods will rewind him and start over after he hangs up this time.

He didn't dare to gamble.

After all, it's better to live than to die, isn't it?

In a blink of an eye, he was dragged to the entrance of the cave by Mo Yuan, and with a flick of Mo Yuan's finger, a huge black lotus suddenly appeared in midair.

Mo Yuan carried him and flew to the lotus.

Immediately, without giving him the slightest chance to buffer, Hei Lian rushed into the sky.

The bitter wind blows towards the face, and it hurts people like a knife.

Duan Lang subconsciously wanted to learn from the original owner, and made an aura barrier to protect his whole body.As soon as he moved, there was another stabbing pain in his lower abdomen.

Mo Yuan's palm was still holding Duan Lang's forearm, feeling the fluctuation of his spiritual power, he couldn't help but raise his eyelids to look at him, a cold light flashed in his black eyes.