Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

As soon as Duan Lang finished speaking, he felt a cold gaze shot from the side.

He subconsciously tilted his head, and when he saw Mo Yuan's cold and handsome face, he felt guilty for a moment.

no!Why is he guilty?He was right again!

Thinking of this, he plucked up his courage and planned to stare back fiercely, only to find that Mo Yuan had already turned his head back and continued chatting with Yue Yingbai.

What's the matter with feeling like you've lost even though nothing happened?

Feng Jiujiu made fun of herself, sat down next to Duan Lang awkwardly, and began to meditate as well.

Xiao Hei has been following Feng Jiu Jiu, afraid of being scolded, and dare not get too close.After Feng Jiujiao closed his eyes, he carefully crawled over and stood by his side like a patron saint.

Mo Yuan raised his eyes, seeing that Feng Jiujiu and Duan Lang had five points similar faces, his eyes flickered slightly.

Without Linglong House, several people can only live in the wild.It's okay during the day, but at night, when the wind blows, it's extraordinarily cold.

Duan Lang and the others have aura protection, so naturally they are not afraid, Xiao Hei and Treasure Hunting Mouse are not a big problem, except for Yue Yingbai.

She was wearing thin clothes, and at this moment she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering from the cold.

Hearing the movement, Mo Yuan opened his eyes from closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, and saw Yue Yingyue's appearance, his eyebrows frowned.

"It's cold?"

Yue Yingbai hugged herself even tighter involuntarily, her teeth chattering, "I...I'm fine, sir...you don't have to worry."

Mo Yuan stared at Yue Yingbai's face that had been turned pale from the cold, and his brows frowned even tighter.

He looked up at Duan Lang who was sitting not far away, walked to his side, and ordered: "Take out your soft couch."

Yue Yingbai has no cultivation base, and when Mo Yuan talked to her, he couldn't use his spiritual sense to transmit sound, so the conversation between the two naturally fell into Duan Lang's ears.

Hearing Mo Yuan's order, Duan Lang opened his eyes, took out the couch without hesitation, took another quilt, and asked Mo Yuan, "Is it enough?"

Mo Yuan thought that Duan Lang would be reluctant, and even had to argue with him before handing over the things. Seeing that he was so happy, his chest felt an inexplicable irritability.

This irritability was not suppressed when Duan Lang categorically told Feng Jiu that they had nothing to do with each other.

If he didn't know that he was caught in a love thread and would vomit blood when he was emotional, he would have thought that he didn't like him.

Duan Lang saw that Mo Yuan hadn't moved, he just stared at him coldly, his back straightened instantly, and his tone was vigilant and guarded, "Junior brother?"

Among other things, in the middle of the night, there was no light, and it was a dense forest. The grandson kept a dark face and didn't speak. The degree of horror was not overwhelming the black and white of the underworld.Mo Yuan snorted coldly, "Move over."

Duan Lang: "..."

It's obviously just a matter of moving a finger, why is this grandson torturing him?Did he look like a migrant worker, or was he in a bad mood and wanted to torment him on purpose?Judging from the grandson's urination, it must be the latter.

With a movement of his fingers, he put the things back into the storage bag, then stood up resignedly, walked to Yue Yingbai, took out the things again, put them away, and looked back at Mo Yuan.

"Is it alright?"

The anger in Mo Yuan's heart became even more distasteful, but he couldn't pick out any thorns, and his already cold handsome face became even colder.

He passed Duan Lang without saying a word, hugged Yue Yingbai horizontally, and put him on the soft couch. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Duan Lang's face turning pale visibly, and the restlessness in his heart instantly turned into joy.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers lightly slid across Yueying's white face, and his tone seemed particularly relaxed, "Is it better?"

Yue Yingbai was so panicked that her entire face turned red, and she looked at Mo Yuan in a daze, as thin as a mosquito, "Okay...it's much better, thank...thank you, my lord... ..”

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously glanced at Duan Lang, and bit her lip hard.

Duan Lang gritted his teeth to pieces before he controlled the prehistoric power in his body, and chopped Mo Yuan up without a knife.

He closed his eyes, turned back to the previous position with no expression on his face, crossed his legs and continued to meditate.

He knew that Mo Yuan didn't like Yue Yingbai, so deliberately making such intimate gestures in front of him was nothing more than to torture him.

Not only does he suffer from pain in his chest from being tortured, but he also has an urge to kill.

He really didn't understand that this grandson was in a bad mood, why he couldn't vent his anger in other ways, but to torture him.Could it be that torturing him makes him very happy/feeling.

Seeing Duan Lang running back to meditate again without saying a word, Mo Yuan's cheerfulness just now turned into agitation again, and a raging hostility surged in his chest.

She obviously likes him, why did she pretend to be so nonchalant on purpose?Or is it that the person he likes is not him at all, but someone else? "ah!"

Yue Yingbai screamed, staring in horror at the distorted red lines on Mo Yuan's face, the blood on her cheeks faded like a tide.

Young Master... how did Young Master become like this?Well...so scary.

Mo Yuan snapped back to his senses, seeing Yue Yingbai staring straight at his face, looking like he was about to faint, even without a mirror, he knew what happened.

His black eyes darkened slightly, he turned his back, strode away from the soft couch, and said in a cold voice: "You have a good rest."

He has seen this kind of eyes too much, since the day he climbed out of the monster abyss, it has almost never stopped.

People in Demon Realm are afraid of him, afraid of him, and never dare to face his terrifying face, even he himself hates it.

But Yue Yingbai's frank fear made him especially hurt.

Because Yue Yingbai was a member of his mother's clan, from her reaction, he could almost imagine his mother's expression when she saw him.

Yue Yingbai consciously felt that her reaction was too hurtful, she stared at the back of Mo Yuan striding away, and bit her lower lip hard.

She knew she should catch up and explain to the young master, but...

Thinking of the frightened face she saw just now, her face turned pale again, and her outstretched feet retracted again.

Don't blame her, but the young master is too scary!She didn't expect his real appearance to be like this!Those... what are those on his face?Is it a snake?

Duan Lang noticed the movement of Mo Yuan and Yue Yingbai, and when he saw Mo Yuan striding away, he almost chased after him without thinking.

Mo Yuan didn't stop until he reached the depths of the forest, his handsome face was as cold as frost, exuding a gloomy aura.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, he turned around with a sneer, his dark eyes were like sharp blades with a cold light.

"What are you doing here?"

Duan Lang trembled in fright from Mo Yuan's cold tone, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and walk away, but when he looked up and saw the writhing red lines on his face, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He coughed, "The moon is beautiful tonight, I'm here to admire... the moon..."

After speaking, he looked up at the sky and found that it was pitch black, not to mention the moon, not even the stars, and he felt embarrassed for a while.

Mo Yuan thought that everything about him was caused by the person in front of him, and the demon energy in his body became more and more violent, and the red lines on his face were as vivid as if they were about to separate from his skin.

He stared straight at Duan Lang, his bloodthirsty face clouded over, "Brother, come here, are you too hungry/thirsty?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Hold on, this grandson is in a bad mood now, don't give him a chance, let him play!

He secretly bit his lower lip, boldly walked up to Mo Yuan, looked up at the red lines on his face, "Does this thing... hurt?"

He knew that the red lines on Mo Yuan's face represented the uncontrollable demonic energy in his body, the heavier the red lines on his face, the stronger the demonic energy.

Thinking that Mo Yuan wouldn't have become like this if it wasn't for the original owner, he suddenly had an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently touch the twisting red lines on Mo Yuan's face.

"sorry."

Mo Yuan frowned, grabbed Duan Lang's hand, and smiled sarcastically, "Didn't you yell at me a few days ago that you don't owe me? Apologizing to me now, don't you think it's ironic?"

Duan Lang was in pain from being caught, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he felt guilty again when he heard Mo Yuan's words.

He really didn't think he was at fault at first, but when he saw Yue Yingbai looking like a ghost when he saw the red lines on Mo Yuan's face, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Mo Yuan really shouldn't have endured these things. It was the original owner who pushed him into the abyss with his own hands, turning him into a brown man.

He used his free arm to wrap around Mo Yuan's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him at the position of his left brow bone.

"is it okay now?"

After speaking, his white earlobe was slightly hot, and he felt his face burn badly.

There was a burst of softness on the cold skin first, and then a soft warmth.

The demon energy in Mo Yuan's body subsided for a moment, and then came back ten times faster than before. It wasn't the tyranny just now, but something a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than the tyranny, which made him want to tear the person in front of him into pieces , and wanted to fuck/him hard, and let him moan/昤 in his/under his crotch.

He pulled Duan Lang into his arms, and in his surprised eyes, he bit down his cold and thin lips with devastating force, as if he wanted to tear apart his flesh and blood into his stomach.

Duan Lang groaned in pain, feeling like his lips were about to be bitten off.He stretched out his hand, trying to push the person on him away, and when he saw him staring into his dark and cold eyes, he woke up suddenly, his arm involuntarily changed direction, hooked his neck, and lightly licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, Complain quietly.

"Okay... it hurts, take it easy."

Mo Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the light in them was darker than ever before, filled with various complex emotions.

There was a strange yet familiar pain in his chest, like a chisel, like a knife, and even a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.A cold light flashed across his eyes, he pushed Duan Lang away from his arms, and watched him fall to the ground, his bitten and swollen lips parted slightly, his phoenix eyes stared at him blankly, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and he continued to sneer say

"Brother, you are so cheap, you always jump on me impatiently, do you owe/fuck that?"

"What do you mean, does it hurt? I see that you are obviously flirting and want me to touch you."

Duan Lang's palm accidentally hit the stone on the ground, and the sharp edges and corners cut through the flesh in an instant, and stabbed hard.

Obviously it should be painful, but he didn't feel it at all, because the drug addict who was entangled in love was dead.His chest seemed to be cut open with a sharp knife, and his heart was tightly grasped by big palms, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

If it wasn't for digging out the heart, he would die. He wanted to dig out that thing and throw it on the ground.

This day can't go on, he thought, the kind that really can't go on.

The author has something to say

The abuse was so bad that my heart couldn't stand it, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable when I assumed the role of Duan Lang.