Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang saw Mo Yuan sticking to him motionless, his back tensed in panic, and just when he couldn't help but make a sound, the hands that restrained his waist finally loosened.

He breathed out silently, turned around quickly, faced Mo Yuan, and said hastily, "I'm done washing, junior brother, wash slowly." Mo Yuan stood still, his arms still loosely wrapped around him. On his waist, a pair of black eyes stared at him like a cold pool. "Isn't it dirty again?"

Duan Lang choked, and subconsciously glanced at his legs, and found that there were indeed spots of white/turbidity on them, and his face suddenly turned blue and purple.

He angrily moved Mo Yuan in front of him. He wanted to sit back on his buttocks, but then he realized that something might have been stained there, so he quietly moved his seat.

Mo Yuan noticed his small movements, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his eyes, and his brows were full of tenderness.After taking a bath, the two returned to the small building where they lived before.

Because no one has lived in it for a long time, the small building is deserted, and the bedding on the bed is damp.

Duan Lang changed into a new bedding, performed the Qingjing formula, and cleaned the room. Then he took out some steaming dishes from the storage bag and put them on the table.

Because he couldn't eat the food in the devil world, he always ate Bigu Dan, but he was not hungry, but he was very greedy.Later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I bought some prepared meals at the restaurant in Fuyao City and put them in the storage bag.

Fortunately, the chef of that restaurant is not like the last time I met in the small town, what he made were all scary things.Although the food of this family is not complete in color, fragrance, but it can barely be eaten.

After arranging the food, he took out his chopsticks and was about to start eating, but he was taken aback when he saw Mo Yuan casually sitting across from him. "Brother, do you want to eat?"

Don't blame him for asking, Mo Yuan ate too few meals, most of them were Bigu Dan, Bigu Dan, Bigu Dan.wrong!

The last time Mo Yuan ate the food that was cooked by a small town chef so black that he couldn't tell what it was at all. He still doesn't understand how Mo Yuan ate it.

Mo Yuan's eyes flashed, and he pulled the chopsticks out of Duan Lang's hand. "Brother is not willing?"

Duan Lang restrained the desire to nod his head so much, he laughed dryly, "How could that be, Junior Brother, you are thinking too much." At this time, it's better to be cowardly, after all, you can't beat it.Mo Yuan glanced at him, but didn't speak.Duan Lang took out another pair of chopsticks and started eating.

After eating, he cleaned up the things on the table, went straight to bed, and planned to sleep.

After flying for a few days, although there were rests on the way, the mental exhaustion could not be relieved. In addition, there is no spiritual energy here, so there is no way to repair it.

Exercise and sleep are the easiest ways to restore physical strength.

He also originally thought that if he occupied the bed, Mo Yuan would definitely choose the soft couch, but unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down on the bed, Mo Yuan followed him.Seeing him occupying a bed by himself, Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows, and said directly: "Brother, please make way." Duan Lang: "...

He lay down in it without a word, gave up half of the seat, and asked strangely, "Aren't you meditating?"

Mo Yuan was already lying down. Hearing this, he turned his head to the side, staring at Duan Lang with icy cold eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Do I look weak?" Duan Lang: "..."

Is this shit a replacement? Is it a replacement? Does he usually talk like this? Will he be so thick-skinned? Shouldn't he be satirizing him with sarcasm?

Just as he was thinking, he heard Mo Yuan continue: "Shouldn't someone as weak as Senior Brother get up and meditate?" Duan Lang: "..."

The doubt in his heart was suppressed again, and he said angrily: "Speak as you say, don't want ginseng and rooster?" As an excellent phoenix, what's his weakness? One fire can burn hundreds of people to death, you know cutting?

A quick smile flashed across Mo Yuan's eyes, he suppressed the desire to hug him tightly, closed his eyes, and didn't make another sound.Seeing that Mo Yuan seemed to be going to sleep, Duan Lang also closed his mouth, and fell into a dark and sweet dream after a while.

Mo Yuan, who was sleeping next to him, opened his eyes at this moment, looked at Duan Lang's sleeping face, finally couldn't restrain the desire in his heart, stretched out his hand, and described his face in detail, then leaned over, and touched the corner of his lips. Gently burn a kiss.

A-Lang, his A-Lang, finally returned to him.

The next day, when Duan Lang woke up, he found himself clutching Mo Yuan's chest like an octopus.Mo Yuan passed one arm through the back of his neck and the other around his waist, in a posture of trying to imprison him, with his eyes closed and fast asleep.

Seeing his defenseless appearance, Duan Lang turned his mind, pointed his finger to his forehead, and poked a ray of consciousness into it.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness is the most important position for a monk. Even if he is unprepared, no one can break in. But I don’t know if it is because Mo Yuan trusts him too much, or because of other reasons, his consciousness is easy to break into. Just got in.

But when he went in and saw the scene in Mo Yuan's sea of ​​knowledge, he couldn't help being taken aback.

As far as the eye can see, there is a blood-red ocean, the ocean is as quiet as stagnant water, without the slightest wave.Further up, there is a gloomy sky, the sky is gray, gloomy and oppressive.

Other than that, nothing else.

Duan Lang felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He knew that Mo Yuan's experience was not good, but he never thought that his heart would be so barren and barren.At this moment, he suddenly felt a wave in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the originally calm ocean was filled with waves. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his consciousness, but before he had time, he saw Mo Yuan walking in.

Mo Yuan stood beside him, with no expression on his handsome face, and asked him in a cold voice, "Brother, what are you doing running away from me?" In fact, when Duan Lang opened his eyes, he woke up. See what he's up to.Duan Lang is guilty of being a thief, and he can't think of a good reason for a while, na na is not idiomatic.

Mo Yuan lowered his head slowly, his abyss-like eyes fixed on him, and his thin and sexy lips almost touched his.Duan Lang panicked, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but he didn't know what happened, he stumbled and almost fell over.He subconsciously reached out, trying to grab a pillar, but felt an extra arm on his waist.

Mo Yuan put his arms around Duan Lang's strong waist with one arm, and put the other hand on his back, his voice was low and hoarse, "Why are you panicking, brother?" Duan Lang thought to himself, what can I panic about? found it?

He straightened up quickly, took a step back, decided to be honest, and apologized earnestly. "I'm sorry, Junior Brother, I... I fell asleep and didn't mean to."

Anyway, Mo Yuan already knew that he was not the true deity, so he didn't have to worry about being destroyed, and the apology was very straightforward.Mo Yuan stared at him, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just hummed lightly.Seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, Duan Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly withdrew his consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that his finger was still on Mo Yuan's forehead, and he hastily retracted it guiltily.At this moment, Mo Yuan also opened his eyes, looking straight at him.

Duan Lang sat up from his arms, straightened his clothes unnaturally, "Junior brother is awake." Mo Yuan glanced at him with a half-smile, as if mocking him for looking for something to say.Duan Lang: "..."

He decided to pretend he didn't see it, and said very seriously: "Junior brother, I have something to talk to you about." Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, looked at him, saw his serious face, frowned slightly, and sat up too.

Duan Lang organized his words, looked at Mo Yuan's face, and said slowly: "Junior brother, you should have heard the conversation between me and Shen Juanzhi that day, right?"

Mo Yuan guessed what Duan Lang was going to say, pursed the corners of his thin lips, and dark clouds appeared in his black eyes.

Duan Lang was still a little guilty in his heart, but once he said it, it was not false, seeing that Mo Yuan did not speak, he continued: "Actually, I am not your senior brother Duan Lang, I just borrowed his corpse to return my soul.

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, "So." Duan Lang choked, "What else is there?"

He is not the original Duan Lang, which means he has no enmity with Mo Yuan. Since there is no enmity, of course there is no grievance between the two of them. From then on, Mo Yuan can no longer abuse him.

Mo Yuan suppressed the panic that suddenly turned up in his heart, but put on a cold and sarcastic look on his face. "So brother is planning to leave my side?"

Duan Lang hadn't seriously thought about this question yet, although he did think about getting rid of Mo Yuan when he proposed returning to the Feng Clan.

How should I put it, ever since he came to this world, the first person he saw was Mo Yuan. When he was abused before, he did secretly swear in his heart that one day he would get rid of him.But now, the desire to leave him is not strong anymore.

Seeing that Duan Lang was silent, Mo Yuan thought he had guessed right, and his face suddenly became gloomy.For a long time, he didn't dare to breathe, because what he inhaled seemed to be not air, but thousands of sharp needles, which pierced the bloody chest cavity, and there was no pain in any place.

He closed his eyes fiercely, suppressed the violence and panic surging in his heart, and said in Mo Yuan's usual cold tone: "Senior brother, you still want to write it off with me?"

Duan Lang noticed the change in Mo Yuan's expression and knew he had misunderstood, muttering: "Shouldn't it be written off? I'm not your real enemy.

Mo Yuan stared straight at him, his voice seemed to come out of his throat, with an indescribable meaning. "Senior Brother doesn't care what he said about this matter. I said you are my enemy, and you are my enemy." Duan Lang: "..."

He was speechless and powerless, "It can't be calculated like this, right?" Is this a plan to catch up with him and continue to abuse him? Mo Yuan said firmly: "That's the way it is."

Duan Lang looked at Mo Yuan, who had a cold face, and felt a sudden twitch in his heart, "Then... what, junior brother... when I was in nirvana, you... what were you doing?"

Mo Yuan didn't expect Duan Lang to change the subject suddenly, and was taken aback for a rare moment.

Duan Lang looked at his face, and continued: "Did you save me at that time?"

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