Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

After Mo Yuan finished speaking, Duan Lang's face paled visibly, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes looked at him, filled with pain and despair.It was obviously something he should be happy about, but his chest hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

Duan Lang stood up unsteadily, opened his mouth to speak, but tilted his head, but suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

The bright red blood, like plum blossoms, splashed densely on the ground, soaking it all up.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, smiling bitterly.

"You hate me and hate me, I understand, kill me and cut me, I have no objection. But you know that I like you, you know that I have fallen in love with you, you know that I don't mean that, but you deliberately misinterpret what I do? "

"Mo Yuan, what I did was wrong, I admit it. But now I just like you, can you stop hurting me with this?"

"No matter how big my heart is and no matter how thick my skin is, there will always be a day when I become discouraged. Can you stop wasting my feelings for you unscrupulously?" He is a human being, not a god. Under his injury, this love will also disappear.

But that's fine too, if he doesn't like Mo Yuan, his heart won't hurt, it's better than him digging out his heart.

Mo Yuan looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

A trace of bitterness flashed across Duan Lang's eyes, he turned around, and staggered away from the dense forest.

He is so stupid, what are you talking about?Knowing that no matter how much he said or how much he did, it was nothing to Mo Yuan, and he even clapped his hands in his heart.

If he imagined that with a few words and two lightning strikes, he could shake Mo Yuan's accumulated hatred accumulated over a century, then he would underestimate Mo Yuan too much.

But he can't help it.

He really didn't know what else he could do to let Mo Yuan let him go, so that he would not hurt himself.

The road in front of him suddenly became hazy, and something kept falling from his eyes, gradually falling more and more, making him unable to see clearly.

Duan Lang had to stop, covered his face with his arms weakly, and leaned against the tree trunk.

How embarrassing, he thought.Isn't it just being scolded a few times, why are you crying, you don't look like a man at all.

When Duan Lang disappeared at the end of the woods, Mo Yuan suddenly bent down, covered his chest, and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

Yue Yingbai, who was hiding in the dark, screamed out, walked over quickly, supported Mo Yuan, and asked in a low voice: "My lord, are you...are you alright?"

Just now on the soft couch, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she felt, and felt that her reaction was too hurtful, so she ran over in the dark to ask the young master to apologize.

In the end, he saw Young Master and Young Master Duan kissing each other, and then saw Young Master vomit blood, so he ran out worried.

But why does the young master vomit blood like Mr. Duan?What is the lingering thread in their mouths?

Mo Yuan waved Yue Yingbai's hand away, closed his eyes forcefully, and said hoarsely, "I'm fine, you go back."

Yue Ying looked at Mo Yuan helplessly, and saw that the blood on the corner of his mouth disappeared with a flick of his fingertips, and her desire to cultivate immortality finally overcame her fear.

She bit her lip slightly, her voice trembling, "Master...Master, I'm sorry...I...I was just too scared just now."

Mo Yuan glanced at Yue Yingbai indifferently, noncommittal.

Yue Yingbai became more and more at a loss, her eyes turned red, and big teardrops dripped down.

"Yes...I'm sorry, son, you...don't be angry with me..."

Mo Yuan shook his head, "I'm not angry with you. Go back." Having said that, he paused and ordered sharply, "Don't tell anyone about my vomiting blood, understand?"

Yueyingbai came here just to apologize. Hearing what Mo Yuan said, she breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly shook her head, "No, I won't tell anyone."

Duan Lang felt extremely ashamed after crying, worried that Mo Yuan would run into him, so he hurried back to the place where he was meditating.

Feng Jiujiu had heard the movements of these people long ago, but because of Mo Yuan's lust/power, she never dared to go there.Seeing that Duan Lang came back safe and sound, he asked with concern: "Are you okay? What's the matter with you?"

Duan Lang shook his head, lowered his eyes in a concealed manner, "It's okay."

Feng Jiujiu stared at Duan Lang for a while, then suddenly called out, "Why are your eyes red? Are you crying?"

As soon as his words fell, Mo Yuan and Yue Yingbai walked over.

Hearing Feng Jiujiu's words, Mo Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at Duan Lang.

Duan Lang froze, thinking of killing people, and glared at Feng Jiujiu viciously.

"You're the one crying. Shut up."

Not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs, and they are talking about people like Feng Jiujiu.

In front of Mo Yuan and Yue Yingbai, saying he was crying so loudly, do you think Duan Lang doesn't want to face him?

Feng Jiujiu pointed at Duan Lang's obviously red and swollen eyes, and wanted to say more, but when he stared at him with murderous eyes, he was shocked instantly and realized.

That's right, if he cries, he definitely doesn't want people to know, let alone being told so loudly.

He scratched his nose in embarrassment, and said loudly on purpose: "So you didn't cry, but sand got into your eyes."

Duan Lang: "..."

Someone hurry up and drown this guy in a basin of water.

The heat extended from his cheeks to his neck, and he scolded Feng Jiujiu through gritted teeth, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

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Feng Jiujiu: "..."

He finally realized that he was getting darker and darker, and closed his mouth embarrassingly.

Duan Lang didn't dare to look at Mo Yuan's face at all, but he could feel that he was staring at him, and his eyes seemed to pass by his eyes.

He quickly lowered his head, as if not to disturb my early entry into the fairy class, until he noticed Mo Yuan and Yue Yingbai walking back to the soft couch from the corner of his eye, he let go of his tightly clenched palms, and silently sighed Take a breath.

Mo Yuan probably didn't notice him crying, right?Otherwise, with his pissing nature, he would definitely make some cynicism.

It's good if he didn't find out, otherwise he would be ashamed to his grandma's house if he was bullied by a man and cried.

Duan Lang spent the second half of the night in suspicion until Dongfang's belly turned white. He took out the Xingling Sword and took a look at his face. He found that the redness and swelling of his eyes had not healed after the night, and it became more obvious against the backdrop of dark circles. Immediately I wanted to die.

He stood up and looked around, and saw that Mo Yuan and Feng Jiujiu were both in meditation, Yue Yingbai was sleeping, no one was paying attention to him, he walked to the creek with his hands and feet, and splashed some water on his face.

The cold water was poured on the face, instantly driving away the astringency in the eyes, and the muddy head became clear.

Duan Lang picked up the sword and took another photo. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the redness and swelling on his eyes seemed to have disappeared a little.

He turned his phoenix eyes to attract the stream water, and pinched his fingers casually, and several exquisitely carved ice cubes appeared in his palm.

The original owner's spells are pretty good, this kind of little ice art can be used to make ice cubes, and it's more worry-free than a refrigerator.

He thought happily, pinched one of them and stuck it on his red and swollen eyelids, and his teeth were bared and his mouth cracked by the ice.

At this moment, a slight laugh suddenly came from not far away.

Duan Lang turned his head abruptly, and saw Mo Yuan, who was wearing a dark suit, standing a few steps away from him, looking at him with a half-smile, and he didn't know how long he stayed there.

Is this a cat?There is no sound when walking.

The ice that he put on his eyes is neither, nor is it not, every strand of hair is telling embarrassment.In the end, the powerful thick-skinned got the upper hand, he turned his head, pretended not to see Mo Yuan, and continued to stare nonchalantly.

In fact, when Duan Lang left, Mo Yuan had noticed that since last night, Duan Lang had inexplicably drawn his attention away. He seemed to be meditating, but in fact he had been secretly observing him with his spiritual sense.

Seeing his red and swollen eyes and his haggard face walking towards the stream, he subconsciously followed.

It wasn't until Duan Lang used a small spell to get a few pieces of ice and started to freeze his eyes that he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Brother's spells are not bad."

Duan Lang: "..."

He suspected that the grandson in front of him was sick, and he had the evidence.

He threw only a small lump of ice cubes in his hand into the stream, picked up another piece and slowly applied it, and said coldly, "Junior brother is like praise, not as good as junior brother."

Mo Yuan looked at Duan Lang with an undisguised mockery in his deep and cold eyes.

Duan Lang: "..."

He almost couldn't help smashing the ice cubes in his hand onto Mo Yuan's handsome face, and said through gritted teeth, "Is Junior Brother free?"

If you have time to spare, watch him apply ice here.

Mo Yuan could hear the lingering tone in his words, and sneered, "Where am I, what right do senior brothers have?"

Duan Lang: "..."

He threw all the remaining ice cubes into the river, patted his butt and left.

Okay, he's a boss, he can't be provoked, so he can hide from the head office, right?

Mo Yuan flicked his fingers almost without hesitation, and bound Duan Lang with a rope transformed from devilish energy, his tone was unclear.

"I haven't finished talking, where are you going, brother?"

Duan Lang was tied up so tightly that he couldn't even move let alone walk, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing with anger.

He stared at Mo Yuan viciously, his phoenix eyes were brightened with anger, "Mo Yuan, I warn you, don't bully others too much."

Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry. He is better than rabbits.

Mo Yuan didn't care at all, instead he stared straight at Duan Lang with a smile on his lips.

"If I just want to bully people too much, what will you do?"

Duan Lang: "..."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go first."

Let go and see if I don't kill your grandson.

Mo Yuan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "Brother, if you have the ability, you can just untie it yourself."

1 grass-mud horses galloped past Duan Lang's heart, he was dizzy with anger, wishing he could stab Mo Yuan with a sword.

He ignored Mo Yuan, summoned the Xingling Sword, and started directing it to cut the rope for him.

As a result, the devilish energy seemed to have self-awareness, and every time it was cut off, it would be strengthened again.

After cutting for a long time, Duan Lang found that not only did the rope not break, but there were more of them, his whole face turned red with anger.

He swore that he would take care of this deliberately tossing grandson, if he couldn't beat him by force, he would squeeze him on the bed until he was squeezed dry.

knock!

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