Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

"Look at me, keep going."

As soon as the words came out, the air seemed to freeze, and both of them stared at her silently.

Ling Yun helped Chen Zhou up and said softly, "Experimental Subject 1001, a part of me."

The experimental subjects are numbered. Among the four numbers, 1 represents monks, 0 represents unlimited mimicry, and 01 represents transformation ability.

Chen Zhou had seen 0245. Among the four numbers, 0 represented mortals, 2 represented two forms of mimicry, and 45 represented the ability to meditate.

"You two, are both experimental subjects?"

Chen Zhou's lips trembled, and his voice was weak but full of doubt.

Ling Yun shook his head slightly, but the experimental subject Ling Yun smiled, with a hint of helplessness in his smile: "Brother, I am the only one who suffers."

The experimental subject Ling Yun and Ling Yun's real body are indistinguishable from each other, but 1001 stayed in the laboratory for experiments, while Ling Yun took the opportunity to escape from there.

How can it not be painful to cut off your tail to survive?

"Now that my brother has been brought back," Subject 1001 smiled, "then lock him up for me to play with."

Her tone was gentle, as if she had no idea how cruel her words were.

There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, which were exactly the same as Ling Yun's.

Chen Zhou felt a chill, dodged her hand and looked at her coldly.

He seemed to understand why the Endless Sea Demon Lord acted so arrogantly and cruelly.

The laboratory is a place where you will go crazy if you stay there for too long.

Ling Yun glanced at her, then glanced at Chen Zhou, and gave up his seat.

The voice was very calm: "Don't go too far."

Chen Zhou grabbed her sleeve in shock, unable to believe that she would do such a thing.

“Ling Yun——”

"It's a mess outside, and your sister's life is in danger, and you're hiding here thinking about this?!"

The experimental subject Ling Yun came closer and whispered, "Brother, are you talking about the little disciple who loves to play with bugs?"

"I know about her."

Chen Zhou asked anxiously in a dry voice, "Is she still alive?"

A subtle smile appeared on the other person's face.

Ling Yun's figure disappeared from the bedroom.

The whistling wind blew into the house from the door, lifting up Shen Zhou's hair.

I couldn't even hear my breathing.

It was so close that Chen Zhou's hair gently brushed against her arm.

The door was closed, and the movement in the house was completely isolated.

*

three days later.

Ling Yun brought back the dying Ying Siqian.

The masked man guarding here quickly stepped forward, helped Ying Siqian up, and took him away to treat his injuries.

"Your honor."

The cut on Ling Yun's arm almost reached her shoulder, revealing the bones. If she had been a step later, her arm would have been cut off.

Someone came forward to support her, undressed her, and treated her wounds with skillful movements.

Various top-grade medicines are used without any hesitation.

The experimental subject has a strong self-healing ability, and the real body certainly also has her ability, but strong self-healing ability does not mean no pain. Cold sweat broke out on Ling Yun's forehead, and he did not make a sound.

The bedroom door was still closed.

During these three days, no one came out.

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible. As soon as the door was opened, a sweet and fishy smell hit me in the face.

"knock--"

"Knock-knock-"

There were continuous knocking sounds.

Behind the veil.

The snow-white wrists were tightly wrapped with red silk, the satin-like hair covered half of the face, and the eyes were covered by tears and could not be seen clearly.

The man on the bed had his mouth blocked, and his saliva had soaked the silk ribbon. He didn't have the strength to spit it out, let alone make any sound.

That faint knocking sound should be the sound of his knuckles tapping on the wooden edge of the bed.

He no longer looked like a teacher at all; he was filled with only fear and despair.

His body was covered with scars, which were not serious, but very humiliating. They were left all over his body, and were caused by something beating him.

The more delicate the area, the more marks of beating there are, and the more cruel it is.

Just standing next to him, you can feel that his whole body is hot.

The curtain was blown up by the breeze, and a hand reached in.

I don't know when, there was another person in the bed.

Shen Zhou had no idea about this.

He was just using his internal energy to protect his essence, and he had already tried his best.

I don't have the energy to pay attention to anything else.

I don't understand why this person suddenly changed from malicious teasing to brutal suppression.

He just felt pain and itchiness, and the scars on his body seemed to gain pleasure from this brutal act.

Fortunately, he no longer had to be tortured by those messy things, and Chen Zhou could actually breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Lu Ding's physique was already mature. As soon as the other party's hand pressed on his lower abdomen, the golden elixir in his dantian seemed to be activated, absorbing the other party's cultivation.

The man on the body is very patient, but very strong.

This kind of strength turned into a feeling of unwillingness and depression in Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou didn't know when he had wronged her.

......

Chen Zhou was turned over by her, and the other party pressed his neck with his palm and pressed his face roughly into the bed.

The other hand pressed on his sweaty back and touched his bones hard.

The name of Mo Yu Zhenren did not fade away with the disappearance of Chen Zhou. Instead, his status in the world of cultivation became increasingly high.

During the period when demons were rampant, many people recommended Chen Zhou to participate in this matter.

The clips of the Yunjian live broadcast were spread across all continents, and the name Moyu Zhenren was at the center of public opinion.

Countless monks dug out the books he had written and the various research he had done. The more they dug, the more they felt that there was hope for the demon species.

Aristocratic families and sects rarely cultivate this kind of research-oriented talents, and when the contagious demon species came into the world, everyone was caught off guard.

In just a few days, the outcry made it impossible for the Kunlun Sword Sect to hide the truth.

That kind of fanaticism has become distorted.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. The person behind him leaned over, pulled out the ribbon stuffed in his throat, and kissed his sweaty cheek.

Her hands pressed firmly on his waist. Chen Zhou's breathing suddenly became sharp, and then suddenly stopped, as if he was still.

He has no strength left.

The severe pain made him sweat all over.

Twitching and struggling.

Everything was in vain. The chains of flashing divine light mercilessly pierced through his flesh and blood, and wrapped around his entire waist like a cursed yoke.

Lock his soul.

Chen Zhou gasped desperately, and then his breath became weaker. This process was not long, but the pain that penetrated his bones almost made him die.

At the waist and hips, the chains turned into black shackles, as if a strange evil creature was parasitic there.

White and black form a sharp contrast, while the red marks on the skin become a symbol of lust and taboo.

This helpless beauty at the mercy of others is maddening.

Here, a bed could wrap him up.

A veil could hide all the other passionate gazes directed at him.

There is no one else.

This place is perfect for him.

He doesn't need freedom.