Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang was too engrossed in his thoughts, until a gloomy gaze fell on him, and then he was shocked and woke up suddenly.

He looked up, and saw that Mo Yuan on the bed had opened his eyes at some point, and was staring at him without blinking.

"Master...junior brother, have you finished meditating?"

Mo Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze, snorted lightly, and said, "Brother, is he uncomfortable sleeping on the soft couch? Why is there such an expression?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Are you a bitch having a crush on me?

He obviously didn't open his eyes, but he still knew that I had slept on the soft couch.

He decided to pretend to be stupid, and replied without changing his face: "Junior brother's soft couch is indeed very comfortable."

Mo Yuan's face darkened, "Brother, just continue to lie down."

After he finished speaking, a puff of black mist popped up between his fingers, turning into a rope, about to tie Duan Lang up.

Duan Lang had seen how bad the black fog was yesterday, so he jumped off the soft couch without even thinking about it, and ran to the side, shouting, "Junior brother, if you have something to say, what are you doing?"

Mo Yuan sneered and didn't answer, only commanding Hei Wu to run after Duan Lang.

Duan Lang had no spiritual power, he was out of breath after a while, and started to be out of breath. Seeing that he was about to be overtaken by the black mist, he gritted his teeth, ran directly to the bed, hid behind Mo Yuan, pointed his finger Grabbing his shoulders, he said weakly: "What's wrong with Junior Brother? You lost your temper so early in the morning? Why do you take it out on me if you're unhappy?"

The strange temperature coming from his shoulder made Mo Yuan's face change drastically, and he laughed back in anger, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, I never thought you would become so shameless."

Duan Lang has long discovered that Mo Yuan doesn't like physical contact with people. He used to be afraid of offending him, so he always paid attention to it, but now that his life is threatened, he can't care about it. He can't wait to put his whole body on him.

"Junior brother has changed. So you wouldn't be so moody."

Mo Yuan really had endured enough, with a wave of his robe, he directly pushed Duan Lang off the bed, his eyes were dark and cold, "Senior brother have the face to mention a hundred years ago?"

Everything he is suffering now is due to the person in front of him, anyone can blame him, except this person.

Duan Lang fell heavily to the ground, feeling as if all the bones in his body were broken, the pain made his eyes black.

Knowing that he had unintentionally annoyed Mo Yuan again, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Too many words and too many mistakes, let this bitch vent first and then talk.

Mo Yuan didn't want to do anything to Duan Lang at first. Before, he just saw that he was in his own territory, and he dared to sleep so soundly. Anger was running high.

Especially when he thought of a hundred years ago, when he humbled himself on the ground and begged Duan Lang to let him go, the other party's silent expression was exactly the same as now.

The corner of his lips twitched, instructing the black mist to transform into a growing whip and fly towards Duan Lang, his tone was cold, "Brother is silent, do you disdain to talk to me?"

Duan Lang wanted to hide at first, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mo Yuan with a cold face, and stopped his movements abruptly, letting the long whip bind him tightly.

Although the long whip was transformed from black mist, it was extremely tough, and there were barbs on it, each of which was like an iron needle, ruthlessly piercing into his flesh.

Duan Lang gasped, his face paled instantly.He was in pain and angry, but he could only suppress his anger, and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother has thought too much, how could I disdain you for talking." He paused, "I'm just afraid of saying the wrong thing and offending junior brother angry."

You see, you bastard is just angry now, not only angry, but also taking it out on me.

Mo Yuan raised his eyes and saw Duan Lang lying on the ground with a disheveled face, with a hint of astringency at the corner of his mouth, his heart moved slightly.

He waved his hand, retracted the whip, and said darkly: "It's best."

Suffering such an indiscriminate disaster early in the morning, Duan Lang's mood was beyond the sky.

He got up, patted the dirt on his body, and very smartly did not make another sound.

He sort of understood that the best way to get along with Mo Goubi was to be dumb.As long as he doesn't speak, Mogou can't find his fault and has no reason to punish him.

Mo Yuan ignored him, flung his sleeves, turned and went downstairs.

As soon as he left, Duan Lang sat back on the soft couch, grinned and gasped, and stuffed a healing Yulu pill into his mouth.

The frequency of injuries in the past two days is too high, and the pills are taken frequently. If this continues, I believe that within a few days, the original owner's family fortune will be wiped out.I'm afraid it will be even more difficult then.

You still have to find a way to let Mogou suck away the magic energy.

Duan Lang took out a spiritual fruit from the storage bag, and while gnawing on it, he thought about how to persuade Mo Yuan to achieve his goal.

Just here, he heard a strange sound, like something crawling, accompanied by a hissing sound.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the voice.

A huge black snake was coiled on the pillar, its golden vertical pupils stared at him coldly, and the snake kept spitting out letters.

This black snake is ridiculously big, how ridiculous is it, just like yesterday's seventh-order red python is a chopstick, then it is a stick.

Duan Langmu measured it, and felt that with his own body, it might not be enough to squeeze the snake's teeth.

Seeing that Duan Lang had discovered it, the black snake climbed down from the high pillar, stretched out its flat head in front of him, and looked at him curiously.

Its snake letter is thicker than chopsticks, and there is a wet heat when it is swallowed.

Duan Lang had already shrunk to the innermost part of the soft couch. Seeing it kept moving forward, he said tremblingly: "Brother, Brother Snake, I...I don't taste good, you...you see, my body is so thin, it's not enough You stuff your teeth... let's have a discussion, don't eat me... okay?"

The black snake shook its head, its vertical pupils like searchlights gave Duan Lang an innocent look, and then bent down.

Duan Lang felt the black snake's head on his hand, and the cold and slippery snake scales pressed against his skin tightly, making his hair stand on end involuntarily.

However, the black snake felt that he was not scary enough, so he even licked his hand with the red letter, and then bowed his head.

Duan Lang was taken aback, "What...what do you mean?"

Black Snake pressed his hand again, and looked at him sideways.

Duan Lang lifted up the unfinished spiritual fruit in his hand, and asked tentatively, "You...do you want to eat the fruit?"

Black Snake seemed to understand, and nodded obediently, staring at him with big eyes, as if asking him if it's okay?

Duan Lang felt that he might have been beaten mentally by Mo Gou. Such a terrifying behemoth, he would think it was cute.

"This... this is what I have eaten, don't you mind?"

The black snake's reaction was to swallow the fruit in one gulp.

The fruit was only the size of Duan Lang's fist, and when it fell into the giant snake's bloody mouth, it was like a grain of rice falling into a big vat, not to mention being full, without even tasting the taste.

Black Snake clicked his mouth, showing a dissatisfied expression towards Duan Lang.

Duan Lang felt that the snake might have taken a fancy to his handsome appearance, so it planned to use him to fill its stomach.