Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

Su Jun closed his eyes and sighed that God was really playing a joke on him.

Give him hope, and then crush it.

So many people failed to kill Chu Muyang, so it was even more impossible for him to do so.

"Ah"

Su Jun laughed at himself, curled up his lips and looked at Chu Muyang calmly, and asked: "Where are the others?"

Chu Muyang was a little dazed. He tilted his head slightly and listened to the clear sound coming from not far away. It was like the gurgling of water, soothing his surging murderous intent.

His eyes were confused, he didn't know why he had come here to kill himself, that figure was blocking his way.

He should have picked up the sword and killed, but the sword in his hand was extremely heavy, so heavy that he could hardly hold it.

"..."

Su Jun stood there for a long time; the wind made him feel cold. He looked Chu Muyang up and down and found that Chu Muyang was also covered with injuries.

Only when the moonlight shines can you see the gurgling water beneath the hem of your clothes.

The long drag marks at Chu Muyang's feet extended into the darkness.

There were bloodstains of other people and his own.

Chu Muyang was injured.

And he was seriously injured.

Su Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this was normal, he could kill the entire sect without any injury, so what else was he playing at?

He glanced at Chu Muyang coldly, then turned away and walked towards the hall.

As his body swayed, Chu Muyang woke up and raised his bloodstained hand to grab him.

But it stopped in the void.

Soon his vision gradually became clear. Chu Muyang lowered his eyes to look at the scarlet fingertips. A cold smile appeared in his eyes. He picked up his sword and followed.

"Brother, don't you have anything you want to tell me?" Chu Muyang's voice was hoarse, slightly heavy but very calm.

Su Jun stopped and looked back at him, "What do you want to hear?"

Chu Muyang lowered his eyes and said nothing, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips. After a while, he took off the wedding dress from his shoulders and handed it to Su Jun, asking in a gentle and coaxing voice as usual, "Brother, don't you like the wedding dress?"

"..."

Su Jun fixed his gaze on Chu Muyang's trembling hand. He had been stabbed in the shoulder blade, and the blood flowed more violently with the movement, flowing along the white wrist bone and dripping onto the ground.

Su Jun looked away and looked at Chu Muyang's purple eyes which did not reveal a smile. The heart of Chu Muyang in his chest seemed to have stopped beating and did not change at all towards him.

"The wedding dress is beautiful"

He praised sincerely, looked at the handsome eyebrows and eyes in blood red, paused for a moment and said: "You are also very beautiful"

“But I don’t like any of them.”

Chu Muyang looked at Su Jun quietly, and even the smile that did not reach his eyes disappeared, but he still did not lose control.

The two looked at each other like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatting about family matters. There was no resentment, no yelling, and their emotions were very stable.

7410's scalp tingled as he watched from the sidelines. It was so quiet around him that he could hear his own heartbeat even more clearly.

Finally, after a long silence, Chu Muyang spoke. He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "It's my fault. I didn't pick out a wedding dress that suits my brother's taste."

After he finished speaking, he threw the wedding dress that he had protected all the way aside like trash, leaving it to be covered with dust.

It's useless to be beautiful if you can't catch your brother's eye.

He glanced at the snow-white Taoist robe on Su Jun.

It can be seen everywhere in Tianlan Sect, but when worn by my brother, it looks like the bright moon falling into the human world, pure and ethereal.

Chu Muyang raised his lips and glanced at Su Jun with an ambiguous expression, "It seems that my brother prefers Taoist robes."

"???"

Su Jun didn't understand what that look meant.

Suddenly his heart sank and his body could no longer move...

This is being controlled in the true sense, not just giving him an illusion or letting him have a mixed dream.

I was completely controlled by someone and couldn't even utter a word.

"Host, don't worry. The cultivators of Tianlan Sect were not completely wiped out. They were just trapped by the vines in the bamboo garden, which allowed Chu Muyang to escape. They have arrived now."

When the main force arrived, Chu Muyang was still doomed. 7410 whispered in Su Jun's ear to comfort him and played a video of a group of people rushing to the top of the mountain for Su Jun to see.

7410 is right, this is a fatal outcome.

Chu Muyang's body was still oozing with blood, and it was impossible for him to withstand the attacks of so many people.

But why can he still be so calm?

She was not crazy, but was smiling the whole time. She just stood beside him, looking into the distance as if waiting for something.

Are you waiting for... those cultivators from Tianlan Sect?

Su Jun swallowed his saliva and felt panicky. The calmer Chu Muyang was, the more afraid he was that something more terrifying was waiting for him.

There was a sound of breaking air coming from the front, and countless figures stood in the air, with the tips of their swords pointing directly at Chu Muyang. The spiritual energy fluctuations they created broke through the darkness, and the entire sky was as bright as day.

“The monster is here!”

"You can't escape, Huazhi!"

"Kill him to avenge our deceased brother!"

Chu Muyang listened to the abuse, and looked at Su Jun with interest, and said quietly, "Brother, you haven't seen the body after I changed your aptitude, right?"

“???” Su Jun’s body was stiff, and he turned his eyes towards him in confusion.

Chu Muyang came behind him and hugged him gently from behind. The sticky blood seeped through the cloth and stuck to his body, burning him so much that he trembled with fear.

The smell of blood filled his nose. Chu Muyang grabbed his hand, placed the hilt of the sword in his palm, and closed his fingers one by one.

Su Jun suddenly knew what Chu Muyang was going to do, and his eyes were struggling.

"Go, kill them," Chu Muyang whispered in Su Jun's ear, his eyes affectionate and gentle, like lovers whispering in each other's ears.

Su Jun's body rushed out uncontrollably, and even his spiritual energy circulated in his limbs and bones. The long sword merged with him and carried him into the crowd to fight.

Faced with Su Jun’s sudden attack, the disciples of Tianlan Sect could only avoid him.

"Su Jun, why are you helping that monster?"

"Junior brother, he is controlled by a demon. That demon can control people's hearts."

"What should we do?"

"Subdue my junior brother first and catch that monster first!"

The disciples made up their minds and began to suppress Su Jun until Su Jun stabbed the chest of a Tianlan Sect disciple with a sword.

"Ding! Host's sin value +1"

The next second, in front of everyone's shocked eyes, vines actually grew behind Su Jun.

"He is not Junior Brother Su! He is a demon!"

"He was the one who brought Huazhi in. They are in the same group!"

The wind direction around us has completely changed.

They stared at Su Jun with bloodshot eyes, not holding back, and attacked him with all their might.

Every sword strikes the target, leaving no room for error.

Su Jun's Taoist robe was stained with blood. His hand holding the sword was shaking, and he was horrified.

Chu Muyang...is forcing him to die with him?

7410 collapsed as he looked at the system prompts that kept jumping.

"Host, don't kill him. The sin value is over 100!"

It is a confession system. It is all sin, sin!

"I want to stop too!" Su Jun shouted in his sea of ​​consciousness, but he couldn't stop!

The sword cut Su Jun's flesh, but he seemed to feel no pain and blocked wave after wave of Tianlan Sect disciples who attacked him and Chu Muyang.

The whole person has fallen into deep despair.

He didn't have much strength to begin with, and now he was completely overdrawn. He could neither faint nor die. He was hanging high up like this, truly unable to live or die.