Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang felt bad, turned around and ran away without thinking.

Before taking two steps, a black thread appeared on his waist, dragging him back.

A cold body came up from behind, with arms around his neck, his voice was like ice, with a strong sense of malice.

"Brother, why are you running?"

Feeling bad, Xiao Hei had already crawled out of Duan Lang's chest, staring blankly, frightened and cowardly, spitting out the red letter towards Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, pinched Xiao Hei's seven inches, threw it out, and continued sticking to Duan Lang's ear and said to him: "Brother is dumb?"

Duan Lang saw that Xiao Hei was slammed against the wall and fell to the ground again, his small body was motionless, and suddenly he felt anxious, but Mo Yuan hugged him, and he couldn't break free, so he could only tremble He replied: "Junior Brother, what did that monster do to you just now? Let go of me, I...I'll help you tear him into pieces."

He was so frightened by Mo Yuan's cold voice that he couldn't even hold back his character and collapsed.

Mo Yuan closed his eyes, buried his head in Duan Lang's neck, and took a deep breath, "Brother, do you know what I just saw in the illusion?"

Duan Lang felt that this posture was a deadly threat, especially the piece of skin that Mo Yuan was sticking to had already started to feel pain.

He stretched his head forward tremblingly, almost crying, "You... what did you see?..."

What did that damn monster do to Mogou?Why did it suddenly change from a big ice cube that likes to threaten people to a terrifying big ice cube.

If he had known this earlier, he should have sent that monster to the west with his sword just now.

Mo Yuan's scarlet eyes suddenly became dark, he couldn't help but put his lips on Duan Lang's skin, feeling the soft touch, his voice was so hoarse, "Brother invited me to bite you, you say I'm To bite or not to bite?"

Although what he said was a question, his lips kept moving around Duan Lang's neck, and he even nibbled on it lightly with his teeth.

Duan Lang had goosebumps all over his body, he gritted his teeth, and quietly directed the Xingling Sword against Mo Yuan's back, "Junior brother, you...you forgot, my blood is right for your demon... Qi has an effect..."

Having said that, he paused, and there was pleading in his voice, "Junior brother, let me go first, okay?"

Mo Yuan didn't notice Duan Lang's small movements. Hearing this, he paused for a moment, then smiled, "Then let's use a different method."

Duan Lang didn't want to know what the so-called other methods were at all, seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the Xingling sword into his back fiercely.

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The sharp sword pierced into the soft flesh, making a slight sound, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

Mo Yuan's body froze, and a smear of blood escaped from the corner of his lips. He raised his eyes and looked at Duan Lang who was trembling in his arms, with a smile in his voice, "Senior brother is so capable, you dare to stab me with a sword. In your In your heart, have you already wanted to do this?"

Seeing that Mo Yuan was injured, Duan Lang didn't let go, instead he hugged him even tighter, trembling with fright, he subconsciously stabbed Xingling Sword in two more times.

inch, "You...you let me go! Otherwise I...I will kill you..."

Even though his body was about to be pierced by the sword, Mo Yuan didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows. He swallowed the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and pressed his lips to Duan Lang's skin again, watching his snow-white skin turn red, "You try to kill it."

Duan Lang was about to go crazy, but he didn't dare to kill him. His mind was hot, and he said without thinking: "You...how are you different from that monster just now?"

He wanted to say that Mo Yuan was as treacherous and dark as that monster, but Mo Yuan seemed to be wrong.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the slightest bit of cold air from the people behind him, and the huge cave instantly turned into a freezing cellar.

"Ah."

Duan Lang heard Mo Yuan chuckle, and then felt a strong force grabbing him and throwing him out.

His body hit the wall hard, hit the ground again, and bounced twice.

The air barrier that was opened subconsciously helped him escape this fatal blow. He leaned on the wall, staggered to his feet, and looked at Mo Yuan who was slowly walking towards him.

The black robe on his body was windless and automatic, and because of his movement, the Xingling sword behind him pierced him across the board, and the sharp tip of the sword was stained with blood, protruding from his chest.

He walked towards him step by step, and the bright red blood dripped down like plum blossoms on the ground.

Duan Lang's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to run again. As soon as he moved his toes, he was dug into the wall by a strong force.

Mo Yuan's eyes were scarlet, and the red streaks of baring teeth and claws almost turned into substance and came out of his body.

Duan Lang struggled vigorously, with veins popping out of his forehead, but it was like a mayf shaking a tree, the force pressing him was too strong, he couldn't break free at all.

Looking at Mo Yuan, who was already close in front of him, he couldn't help but see despair, "You...what are you going to do?"

What exactly did Mo Gou force Mogou to lower his head for that Hapi monster? Why did people suddenly turn black like this.

Mo Yuan stared at the person in front of him, the hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing.He smiled sullenly, "Brother doesn't like me as a monster, right?"

Duan Lang shook his head frantically, wishing he could shake it off, "I didn't."

Mo Yuan turned a deaf ear to Duan Lang's rebuttal, stared at him with malicious eyes, suddenly reached out and grabbed the white robe on his body, and tore it forcefully.

The high-level magic weapon was as vulnerable as paper in his hands, it was easily torn into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Duan Lang's expression was blank for a moment, and after a while, he began to struggle frantically, "You are crazy, let me go!"

The snow-white flesh/body is particularly eye-catching in the dark cave, and the powerful demonic energy left patches of red spots on it because of his violent struggle.

Printed.

Mo Yuan's eyes were as dark as blood, staring straight at Duan Lang, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

It turned out that the deepest desire/and nightmare in his heart was actually this.

Soul-draining nightmare?It's a nice thing.

Duan Lang watched Mo Yuan walking towards him step by step, every step seemed to step on his heart, making him fearful and terrified.

His face turned gray inch by inch, and a desperate light appeared in his eyes, urging Xing Lingjian to plunge desperately into Mo Yuan's body.

If this bitch really plans to mess with him, he will die, and die with him.

The Xingling Sword filled with spiritual energy pierced into Mo Yuan's body inch by inch, and then flew out from his chest.

Mo Yuan paused, looked down at the hole where a hole had been pierced, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, until he reached in front of Duan Lang, held his shoulders, and pulled his body over without rejection, letting him face towards the wall.

"Senior brother's swordsmanship is still a bit weak."

Duan Lang already felt Mo Yuan sticking to his body, the cold ink robe and warm blood stuck to his body, making him tremble involuntarily.

He frantically commanded the Xingling Sword in his heart, wanting it to kill Mo Yuan, but suddenly there was a familiar burst of coldness and stabbing pain from the Lingtai.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his leg being lifted out, and a ferocious thing inserted/entered viciously, splitting him in half from the middle like a sharp blade.

Time seems to have become a meaningless thing.

Duan Lang didn't know how long he had been tossed about. When Mo Yuan finally withdrew from his body, his consciousness was already blurred, and he fell limply on the ground like a broken rag doll.

Before he fainted, what he saw was Mo Yuan's experienced face and his dark eyes.

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When he woke up again, Duan Lang found that they were still in the cave, and he was lying on a soft couch, with Xiao Hei standing beside him.I saw him waking up, frantically swallowing the red letter, with worry in his big eyes.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and asked Xiao Hei hoarsely, "Where is your master?"

Xiao Hei hissed twice in the direction of the hole.

Duan Lang looked down at the neat clothes on his body, a coldness flashed in his eyes.He stood up from the couch, moved his fingers, and walked out with Xingling Sword in his hand.

Mo Yuan was observing the stone at the entrance of the cave, when he saw Duan Lang running out with his sword in hand, he looked at him with cold eyes.

Duan Lang's phoenix eyes were so red that blood dripped, and his teeth were gritted.He slowly raised his sword, pointed at Mo Yuan, and his words seemed to be poisoned, every single word was filled with outrageous hatred.

"Mo Yuan, I respect you for being a man, suck away the devilish energy from my golden core, let's fight."

He can endure Mo Yuan's abuse of him, and he can also mock him all the time.

But...but he absolutely can't stand him bullying and humiliating him in that way.

His cultivation is not as good as him, but he can choose to die with him.

Mo Yuan stared at Duan Lang's beautiful phoenix eyes with a complicated expression, and after a while, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, mockingly: "What are you doing, senior brother? Last night/Aren't you very comfortable too?"

Duan Lang's chest surged with blood, his throat seemed to be clogged with blood, and the previous feeling of being teased and humiliated came back again.

He stared at Mo Yuan, and the faint sneer on his lips, his blood rushed straight to his brain, he jumped up into the air without thinking, and stabbed the sword in his hand fiercely towards him.

The Xingling Sword let out a crisp sound, and the whole body was full of light.

Mo Yuan stood where he was, neither dodging nor giving way.

The bright and cold Xingling Sword stopped abruptly two inches away from his chest, as if blocked by something.

Duan Lang knew that it was Mo Yuan's protective barrier.He tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power to break through the barrier, but even though he pushed his spiritual power to the extreme, even the Lingtai felt faint pain, but the barrier did not move at all.

His face paled inch by inch, the palm holding Xing Lingjian trembled because of hatred and anger, and a trace of blood slowly escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Yuan looked at Duan Lang, and a dim light flashed in his eyes.With a thought, he removed the barrier and let the Xingling sword pierce his shoulder. Then he looked into Duan Lang's eyes full of hatred, and said lightly: "Senior brother, have you seen it? If I didn't let you on purpose, you Don't even try to touch me. Can you kill me like this?"

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