Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

The lights were flickering, and the food stalls on the side of the road were filled with oxygen and mist, and Mo Yuan's cold and gloomy face unexpectedly showed a bit of softness.

Even those fierce black eyes are not as terrifying as before.

Duan Lang lowered his eyelids unnaturally, and said with a smile: "How can Junior Brother miss me so much? If I wanted to escape, why would I walk so slowly on purpose, just to wait for you to come to me."

If I had known not to be greedy, not to go shopping, it would be nice to stay in an inn and be a dead otaku, so that I would not be caught easily!

What a painful realization!

Mo Yuan snorted lightly, if Duan Lang's eyelashes hadn't been trembling when he said this, he would have believed it.

He's afraid he doesn't know that every time he tells a lie, his eyelashes won't tremble, so he looks guilty.

Thinking of Duan Lang's thoughts on how to escape, how to leave him, Mo Yuan's chest rose with hostility, and the red lines that seemed to be living things twisted and began to loom.

Duan Lang's back stiffened suddenly, out of survival instinct, he took Mo Yuan's hand, handed the candy figurine he had been clutching to his mouth, blinked and said: "Junior brother, eating candy is very sweet .”

Woo woo woo.

If you eat his candy, don't kill him.

Mo Yuan subconsciously grabbed Duan Lang's hand, so hard that he couldn't crush him.Seeing Duan Lang's pained expression, the hostility in his heart disappeared.

Then, he looked down at the candy on his lips, and said in a dark voice, "Take..."

Duan Lang didn't know where the courage came from, the moment Mo Yuan opened his mouth, he stuffed the candy into his mouth.

Seeing him staring at him fiercely, but because the sugar figure was stuffed in his mouth, he didn't look scary at all, the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

"Junior Brother, isn't it sweet?"

Mo Yuan was forced to take a mouthful of sweet candy, his face became extremely cold.

With a flick of his finger, the sugar figurine in Duan Lang's hand instantly disappeared.

Duan Lang looked at the empty hands, and thought distressedly that he really didn't spend money and was not in charge of the family. He didn't know that sugar was expensive, but he spent thirty Wen to buy it.

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, "Like sweets?"

Duan Lang tasted some kind of threat from these four words, panicked, and shook his head like a rattle.

"No! I don't like it at all!"

Mo Yuan curled his lips coldly, and didn't listen to Duan Lang's refusal at all. He walked to the sugar seller's stall, pointed at the unused pot of sugar gum, and ordered, "Fill it all up for me."

The stall owner stiffly handed the basin to Duan Lang.

Duan Lang: "..."

Facing Mo Yuan's cold eyes, he cried and put the pot of syrup into the storage bag.

The three little ones were all intimidated by Mo Yuan's momentum, and they didn't dare to breathe.Even after the three sugar figurines were wiped out, they didn't dare to make a sound.

Mo Yuan casually threw a piece of broken silver on the table, raised his eyes and asked Duan Lang, "Where do you live?"

Duan Lang moaned and pointed to the other side of the night market, "I booked a room at the inn."

Mo Yuan took Duan Lang's hand and walked in the direction he pointed.

Duan Lang didn't dare to pull his hand back, fearing that Mo Yuan would go crazy again, but being held like this made passers-by feel particularly uncomfortable.

He simply took two quick steps, side by side with Mo Yuan, and hid the hands they held under his sleeve, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little.

Speaking of which, he and Mo Yuan have done all kinds of extreme positions, and this is the first time holding hands.

If you ignore Mo Yuan's very unhappy expression and round it up, they look like normal young people in a relationship now.

The three little ones didn't dare to get close to Mo Yuan, and followed Duan Lang aggrievedly.

When people on the street saw the three of them, they all started pointing in surprise.

"Is that Lao Zhan? Why is there such a big mouse!"

"What's that crawling on the mouse? A snake? And a bird?"

"You see that bird is still staring at us."

Feng Jiujiu couldn't take it anymore, and was about to yell, but found that she couldn't open her mouth at all, and immediately realized that Mo Yuan had cast a spell on it, and rolled her eyes angrily.

When they got back to the inn, the three little ones couldn't wait to go back to the upstairs room.

Mo Yuan let go of Duan Lang's hand, with a cool smile, "It seems that brother likes being held by me very much, and he didn't let go all the way."

Duan Lang: "..."

It stuck in his heart again.

His face paled inaudibly, "It's not the same, junior brother."

If you don't like it, just throw it away.He obviously leads the way, and when he lets go, he will fight against me again.

If you act like a person and go out to mess around, you will be hacked to death, you know.

Mo Yuan's expression darkened.

Duan Lang belatedly realized that he had provoked someone again, his scalp went numb, and he immediately began to make amends.

"Junior brother, are you hungry? Below me... no, I'll ask someone to serve you a bowl of noodles."

Mo Yuan gave him a cold look, turned around and went upstairs without saying a word.

Duan Lang followed up resignedly.

Why.This day can't be passed.

Without Duan Lang's fingers, Mo Yuan could tell which room he lived in with a glance of his spiritual sense.He opened the door and walked in, sat down at the table, slowly picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup.

The three little ones were playing together in the room, but when Mo Yuan came in, they immediately shrank into a ball in fright.

Feng Jiujiu was a bit stronger than Xiao Hei and Treasure Hunting Mouse, but not so much stronger, she didn't dare to speak, only dared to roll her eyes at Mo Yuan.

As soon as Duan Lang entered the door, he saw Xiao Hei and the Treasure Hunting Mouse shivering in the corner of the wall. Feng Jiujiu waved to them with a look of daring to be angry, signaling them to go out, and at the same time said with his spiritual sense: "You guys Get out, don't run around and scare people."

These little things were all brought by him. If they frighten the mortals and cause karma, it will be very troublesome at that time.

After the three little ones went out, he lingered and sat by the window farthest from the table, looked at the calm Mo Yuan, and asked in a non-cowardly tone as much as possible: "Junior brother, you... .how did you find me?"

Mo Yuan pinched the cup with his fingers, and slowly raised his eyes to look at him, with a sneer on his lips.

"Brother, are you going to find a way to avoid me next time after asking clearly?"

Although I knew that Duan Lang wanted to run away from him, but when he came out of the delusional memory and found that he really had no intention of looking for him, and when he had a good time with the three beasts, the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed no matter what live.

But it doesn't matter if he can't hold back, he will take out his anger on whoever provokes him.

Duan Lang conditioned his buttocks to hurt, and couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

"Junior brother, you think too much..."

Why did this guy start again? Did he eat explosives?So fry at one point!

Mo Yuan clearly knew where his anger came from.He stared at Duan Lang coldly, and ordered him: "Come here."

Duan Lang found that his legs were not in control, and he walked slowly towards Mo Yuan, his face turned pale with shock, "What did you do?"

Hasn't the imprint of divine consciousness been removed?Why can this grandson still control himself.

Mo Yuan raised his eyes and stared straight at him, "Where's the man surnamed Rong?"

A moment of trance appeared in Duan Lang's eyes, "When the delusional memory realm was broken, he disappeared, and I haven't seen him since."

Ahhhh, what's going on?

Why started the truth buff again!

Did this grandson not remove the imprint of divine consciousness at all?so bad!

Mo Yuan seemed to see what he was thinking, and the corner of his lips curled up, "Senior brother, in this world, it is not only the brand of spiritual consciousness that can control others."

Duan Lang: "..."

He thought of the boss who obediently gave them all the pot of syrup just now.

He said why something was wrong with the boss just now, it turned out to be controlled by this guy.

Why did this grandson suddenly become stronger again?Or did you hide your clumsiness before and didn't show it all?

Mo Yuan took a sip of tea slowly, then put down the cup, and continued to order Duan Lang: "Take out the syrup."

Duan Lang wanted to refuse very much, but somehow he couldn't disobey Mo Yuan's order.

With a move of consciousness, he put the half-small pot of syrup on the table.

Mo Yuan said slowly: "Brother, don't you like sweets?"

Duan Lang had a bad premonition in his heart, tears came out, and he began to beg for mercy.

"Junior brother, what happened just now was my fault."

So actually I don’t like sweets at all, please let me go.

Mo Yuan's eyelids did not move, "Drink it."

Duan Lang desperately wanted to stop himself, but his hand seemed to have self-awareness, and he took the initiative to reach out to the sugar basin.

Seeing that he had picked it up and was about to feed it into his mouth, he suddenly lowered his head, took a sip, and then hugged Mo Yuan's mouth with lightning speed.

Neck, facing his lips, passed the mouthful of syrup.

Looking at Mo Yuan's suddenly cold expression, he was both proud and frightened.

It seems that he guessed right, it was the grandson who was talking nonsense about controlling people.

Control is definitely control, but it is definitely not as absolute as the brand of divine consciousness.

Mo Yuan was forced to swallow another big mouthful of syrup, his face was so gloomy that it dripped water.

His bloodthirsty eyes stared straight at Duan Lang, and his voice almost came out from between his teeth.

"Duan! Lang!"

Duan Lang felt that he might not be able to survive and was going to die.

With a heartbeat, he straddled his legs and simply rode on Mo Yuan, blinking his beautiful phoenix eyes and looking at him, slowly moving closer, his lips moved on his thin and sexy lips.

"What did Junior Brother call me for? Did you miss me? It just so happens that I miss you very much too."

Isn't he just an angry man, there is something that can't be solved with a blow.If not, then two shots.

Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly sank, and he pinched Duan Lang's chin with his fingers, forcing him to raise his neck high, his voice low and cold.

"Don't want syrup?"

Duan Lang pursed his mouth, and didn't want to maintain his personality anymore. His beautiful phoenix eyes looked at Mo Yuan with aggrieved eyes, "I don't like sugar." He didn't even like drinking half a bowl of syrup.

Mo Yuan sneered, grasped the basin with his palms, and then suddenly pressed Duan Lang onto the table, pinching his chin under his frightened eyes.

"Coincidentally, I like to watch senior brother drink syrup. For me, senior brother, please feel wronged."

Duan Lang's waist hit the edge of the table, his eyebrows frowned in pain, and a crystal teardrop overflowed from the corner of his eye.

He lowered his eyes and said in a sad tone: "Junior Brother doesn't like me, hates me, I know. But why do you always torture me like this? Could it be that humiliating me like this makes you happy?"

You scumbag, why should I be wronged? !Don't I just like you? Is it my fault?

It seems that I won't be able to deal with you if I don't use ruthless moves!

Mo Yuan's eyes froze on that teardrop, and then he sneered and said, "Brother really exhausted all his remedies in order not to drink the syrup. Why didn't you think of this moment when you fed me before. You can drink this syrup. If you drink, you have to drink, if you don’t drink, you have to drink.”

Duan Lang: "..."

Dead scumbag, go to hell!

My tears really feed the dogs!

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Who would have thought that one day, I would actually write six thousand.Hahaha.Finally completed the zero-point update goal, tomorrow will still be zero.

In the past two days, I have been doing the movements recommended by the little angel and taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor. The symptoms of dizziness, nausea and vomiting have improved a lot, and I even feel like writing.