Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, "For example? The man named Rong?"

Duan Lang: "Hehe, junior brother, you really know how to joke."

Who can tell him, what nerve did he provoke Mo Yuan, why did he suddenly go crazy?What does it have to do with Rong Zhi!

Mo Yuan rubbed Duan Lang's skin with his fingers, and continued the topic just now, "I heard that drowned people are very painful, I haven't seen it before, brother, let me go into the water for me, let me see."

Duan Lang turned around and wanted to escape, but before he could move, he felt a hand on his shoulder suddenly, pushing him towards the direction of the river.

At this moment, he clearly felt the killing intent from Mo Yuan.

He wasn't joking, he really wanted to kill him.

The alarm bell in his heart was going crazy, and Duan Lang almost didn't even think about it. He hugged Mo Yuan's neck with his backhand, opened his mouth and gnawed on his lips, and said while gnawing: "Junior brother, there is another way to die in this world, which is to die quickly. Why don't you die quickly?" Let's try."

soft.

warm.

With the unique aroma of Duan Lang.

A red light flashed across Mo Yuan's eyes, and the fingers holding Duan Lang tightened involuntarily, with such force that it almost crushed him.

He didn't move, relying on Duan Lang's movements on his lips.

Since coming here, every time Duan Lang gets close to him like this, the demonic nature in his body will subside for a moment, but then it will come back even more maniacally, making him irritable and at a loss as to what to do.

So he wanted to kill Duan Lang, the existence that upset him.

But when Duan Lang kissed him lip to lip like this, he felt a little bit reluctant.

Seeing that Mo Yuan remained indifferent, Duan Lang was angry, anxious and wronged, tentatively stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his lips.

Mo Yuan finally had a reaction, let go of Duan Lang's wrist, clamped his waist with his big palm, and bit his lip hard, "Senior brother really makes me look up more and more."

Duan Lang twitched in pain, thinking that this guy must belong to a dog, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Then I thank my junior brother for looking up."

Mo Yuan sneered, pushed Duan Lang against the wall, rushed in without any foreplay.

As if being split in two by a sharp knife, the blood on Duan Lang's face faded like a tide, and his body convulsed non-stop due to the pain, almost fainting.

But Mo Yuan was going crazy, and he didn't dare to struggle, so he could only desperately relax himself.

I don't know if there was blood in the back, but the entry became smoother, and the sharp pain gradually eased, replaced by bursts of throbbing pain in the chest.

The whole affair lasted for nearly an hour, and when Mo Yuan finally withdrew with satisfaction, Duan Lang's face was as pale as a dead man's, and his calves were trembling non-stop.

Standing is not as comfortable as lying down, and if he does this a few more times, his life may be lost by Mo Yuanyangyang.

Mo Yuan's expression was full of embarrassment, and the deep red in Mo's eyes faded completely.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Duan Lang's neck, and said with a half-smile: "Didn't senior brother say he would die soon? Why is there such an expression?"

Duan Lang really wanted to slap Mo Yuan's hand away, but he didn't have any strength at all, so he put his arms around his neck again and said with a weak smile, "Isn't junior brother very happy?"

I was so happy that I pressed him for an hour.

Mo Yuan stared at him deeply, "If senior brother is always so well-behaved, I don't mind staying with you for a few more days."

After all, I still want to kill him.

The pain in the chest became more and more obvious, Duan Lang couldn't even maintain the smile on his lips, and said in a trembling voice: "Doesn't Junior Brother need me to make up for it?"

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, "It's not like you're the only one who can make up your body."

Duan Lang felt his heart throbbing, his throat felt a fishy sweetness, and a line of dark red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, smearing a ferocious borer from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

He didn't dare to look at Mo Yuan's face, tried to push him away, stumbled back, trembling with anger, "Fuck you. You are a bitch, I wish your whole family will be in the immortal class as soon as possible."

Hold.

Why does he like such a dog thing.

Before he had taken two steps, Mo Yuan sent an order from his divine sense and fixed him in the same place.

He walked forward under the command of his spiritual consciousness, every step was like the bones and flesh were separated abruptly, the pain made him bloody, and the blood from the corner of his mouth flowed more urgently, soaking the white clothes on his chest deep red, and the sea of ​​consciousness became even brighter. It was a sharp pain like a knife.

Mo Yuan's complexion changed slightly, he released the divine sense order, tapped his toes lightly, jumped in front of Duan Lang, looked at him, with a mixed expression of joy and mockery, "It turns out that senior brother has fallen in love."

There was no pain in Duan Lang's body, the pain made him want to die, "Go away, good dogs don't get in the way."

Mo Yuan didn't care about his bad attitude at all, and the smile on his lips gradually widened, "It turns out that senior brother likes me. Senior brother has fallen in love with me. Senior brother likes me. The cold and dusty Canglan genius Duan Lang actually likes me as a monster. "

Duan Lang raised his head abruptly, his pale face was stained with a thin layer of red, "Dream your spring and autumn dream, I just like a dead dog, and I don't like you either."

Mo Yuan took a step forward, pinching Duan Lang's chin with his fingers, forcing him to raise his head, "Brother, you are so cheap, you actually like me, the person who rapes/violates you. Or, you are so lewd/slutty in your bones, you are a thousand people The rotten/goods that ride ten thousand pillows."

Duan Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest was so painful that it was about to burst, he was so angry that he could hardly speak, "Get the fuck out of here."

A few drops of the blood he spit out landed on Mo Yuan's hands, the blood and whiteness were as beautiful as a painting.

Mo Yuan rubbed the blood on Duan Lang's chin with his fingers, and smiled happily, "I'm vomiting blood, but senior brother still doesn't admit it, is he afraid that he will die soon enough?" Duan Lang: "..."

What the hell kind of shit is this? Can you wish him an early death and early rebirth!

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Don't complain, I want to kill that bastard Mo Yuan.