Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Su Mei went down to the second floor, hesitated, and looked at Duan Lang again, seeing that although he was still sleeping, his breathing was stable, she was slightly relieved.

She has a good impression of Duan Lang, and she feels that he is different from those stinky men she has come into contact with, and his innocence is so cute.

What's more, to save people to the end, to send Buddha to the west, and to return the pill with a seventh-grade Zhixuecao, if the person can't live, the pill will be wasted.

Xiao Hei was wrapped around Duan Lang's chest, and when Su Mei finished investigating, he hissed at her twice.

Su Meijiao said: "Don't worry, Mr. Snake, he's fine." Seeing Xiao Hei laying back on his back with peace of mind, she said in a tone of surprise, "Although this handsome boy is good-looking, there is nothing special about him. You care so much about him."

Xiao Hei couldn't speak, so naturally he couldn't answer Su Mei.

Su Mei shook her head, turned around and went downstairs.

When Duan Lang woke up, the sky had just turned pale.It felt like something was pressing on his chest, it was heavy.

When he lowered his head, he saw Xiao Hei in a ball nestling on his chest, the skin on his head was ripped apart, covered with blood stains, and even several scales had come off.

He touched it with his hand, and said distressedly: "Isn't Mo Yuan such a dog? It hurt you like this."

Xiao Hei stood up abruptly, stared at Duan Lang, and hissed out the red letter a few times.

Duan Lang knew that it was worried about him, so he lowered his head and looked inside at the golden elixir at the altar, and sighed, "I'm fine, it's just that there is a little black air on the golden elixir."

Before, there were only a few black stripes on his golden elixir, but now it is almost a giant panda, purple and black.If he uses his spiritual power a few more times, he will probably turn into a big black bear, and then he will be possessed by a demon.

Suppressing the worries that suddenly surged up in his heart, he took out a spiritual fruit from the storage bag and handed it to Xiao Hei's mouth.

"What about your injury? Can eating fruit heal?"

Xiao Hei is a creature from the demon world, and what he inhales is also demon energy. He is not sure whether the panacea will work, and he dare not feed it casually.

Xiao Hei climbed onto the spiritual fruit and gnawed a couple of mouthfuls, then stood up again, looking innocently at Duan Lang.

Seeing that it still had the energy to eat, Duan Lang was slightly relieved, and then lowered his head to check himself.

Before he was hit by Mo Yuan, the bones in his chest were broken, but now not only is it painless, it also looks intact.

It's definitely not that this body is endowed with supernatural powers of recovery.The only possibility is that someone gave him a panacea or something.

It definitely can't be Mo Yuan, that dog wants him to die, it can't be so kind.

But besides Mo Yuan, who else would it be?There is no one else in this palace.

Duan Lang was puzzled, and lay back on the soft couch, touched the little black head with his fingers, and muttered: "It can't be you, can it?"

Xiao Hei raised his head from the fruit, his eyes fluttered, and he had an expression that I didn't understand what you were talking about.

Duan Lang laughed, "Okay, okay, you can eat the fruit."

The body has not fully recovered, when Xiao Hei finished eating the fruit, Duan Lang hugged it, and fell asleep again drowsily.

When Mo Yuan came back, what he saw was a picture of a man and a snake falling asleep peacefully.

His eyes turned around Duan Lang's almost transparent face, and then he threw the thing in his hand heavily on the ground.

The sleeping Xiao Hei was awakened, and quickly opened his eyes. When he saw Mo Yuan with a cold face, his body froze, and he slid under the soft couch to hide.

Mo Yuan curled his lower lip coldly, stared at Duan Lang, and said in a gloomy tone: "Brother wakes up, just open your eyes, don't pretend to be asleep."

Duan Lang's eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes helplessly, "Junior Brother."

As soon as Mo Yuan came in, he actually woke up, because he didn't want to deal with him, so he deliberately pretended to be asleep.Who knew that this dog had such a genuine temperament, and he didn't give each other a chance to know each other well.

As he spoke, he glanced at the ground from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly the corners of his eyebrows twitched.

What Mogou just brought back turned out to be a man, and a dead man at that.

The man's eyes were wide open, and there was a long, bloody gash in his throat.I don't know how long he has been dead, and there are corpse spots on his face.

What is this guy doing with the dead back?For supper?

Mo Yuan kept staring at Duan Lang, seeing his reaction, a gloom flickered between his brows.

Duan Lang was inexplicably guilty and lowered his head involuntarily.At this moment, a breeze blew, and the tip of his nose suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Mo Yuan, and after a second thought, he asked in a low voice, "Junior Brother, are you injured?"

Mo Yuan didn't move his eyebrows, his handsome face was as cold as frost, "Speaking of which, I have to thank my senior brother for this."

Duan Lang: "..."

Well, hit the muzzle again.

How can this dog force succeed in the attack? !

Doesn't it mean that this kind of dark character needs the care of love the most?Why did he hit the wall repeatedly.

He sighed helplessly, and decided to continue his efforts, "Is Junior Brother seriously injured? I have an elixir here, do you want to take one?"

Mo Yuan said coldly: "Brother, you should keep it for yourself? If this goes on like this, maybe one day you will die because you don't have any elixir."

After he finished speaking, he tossed his large sleeves, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.

Duan Lang held his breath in his chest, neither up nor down, almost had a heart attack.

What does this shit mean?

Does it mean that he will be beaten every day in the future?

The method is so vicious, is it your mother who can't do it?

He fell back on the soft couch angrily, and then looked at the corpse thrown on the ground calmly by the big thorn.

That man didn't look very good, he wasn't handsome, and he didn't look good in death. It's not too picky to use Mogou as a supper.

Xiao Hei just stayed below, but now he climbed up again, followed Duan Lang's arm, quickly slid into his collar and hid, shrunk down to a body as thick as chopsticks, shivering.

Duan Lang patted it soothingly, glanced at Mo Yuan hesitantly, finally summoned up his courage, and asked, "Junior brother, Xiao Hei is injured, do you...do you have any medicine?"

Mo Yuan didn't open his eyes, and put his thumb and middle finger together on his knee, "You're a beast, but senior brother has a kind heart."

Duan Lang thought to himself, of course I have a kind heart. After all, I am a five-good young man under socialism. Do you think everyone is as cruel and ruthless as a bitch like you?

He lowered his eyes to hide the anger in his eyes, showed his acting skills all his life, and said quietly: "It's fine for Junior Brother and I to be angry, why bother Xiao Hei."

Mo Yuan's face was expressionless, and his tone was slightly threatening, "Is the injury on senior brother's body not painful?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Knock your mom!

Duan Lang had no choice but to get the medicine, and planned to wait until Mo Yuan was not around tomorrow to think of a solution.

Time passed by little by little, and at some point, it was completely dark.

The moon is round and bright tonight, and the faint silver glow pours through the window like water to fill the room.

It was obviously a beautiful scenery, but it fell into Duan Lang's eyes, but it suddenly made him feel uneasy.