Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang wanted to escape, but his body seemed to be imprisoned by iron chains, and he couldn't move.

Mo Yuan pinched him, his eyes were deep, like a poisonous snake that wanted to choose someone to bite.He lightly tapped Duan Lang's wrist with his fingers, and a black air came out from his fingertips, wrapping around like a spirit snake.

That black air penetrated through Duan Lang's pores, wandered around in his body, and then returned to Mo Yuan.

Duan Lang could feel that most of the blood in his body was sucked away, and a large amount of energy disappeared, making him cold all over.

His phoenix eyes widened in horror, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and even the voice he made was as thin as a mosquito, "Let... let me go..."

If this continues, he will definitely be sucked dry just like the corpse just now.

Mo Yuan slowly raised his eyes, looked at Duan Lang expressionlessly, and spoke contemptuously as if whispering to his lover, "Didn't Senior Brother say he wanted to ask for my forgiveness? Why didn't you want to?"

Duan Lang struggled to pull his arm back, gnashing his teeth, but Mo Yuan's hands were like iron tongs, no matter how hard he tried, they didn't move.

The blood in his body was losing more and more, his body had already issued a critical alarm, his face became as pale as paper, and his whole body was visibly sluggish.

On the contrary, Mo Yuan's handsome face was not as pale as before, emitting a lustrous light, like a well-nourished plant.

But Mo Yuan was not feeling well. Although the devilish energy swept back Duan Lang's blood essence and repaired his body, his meridians felt like they were on fire, burning with burning pain.

He withdrew his hand abruptly, glanced at Duan Lang who was about to faint, his eyes were cold, "Brother, did you drug yourself?"

Over the years, he has absorbed not one thousand, but eight hundred people, but no one like Duan Lang can make him feel this way.He couldn't think of any other answer except **.

Duan Lang limply fell back on the bed, his brows were tightly frowned, and he muttered softly, unable to hear what Mo Yuan was saying at all.

He was so uncomfortable that he was stabbed a few times, and half of his blood was drained. The wasted body and meridians made him suffer even more.

"Um……"

So sad.

Who will save him.

Mo Yuan's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and the burning sensation in his body became more and more intense, as if it was going to burn him through.

He tugged at the neckline in agitation, grabbed Duan Lang's neck suddenly with one hand, lifted him up, and said coldly: "I don't want to repeat it a third time, say, what medicine did you give yourself?"

"Ugh..."

The air in the lungs was squeezed out little by little, and the strong suffocation and pain made Duan Lang, who was almost in a coma, suddenly wake up.

He grabbed the arm around his neck and patted it in vain, physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red.

Why did this dog go crazy all of a sudden? !It's because he's having a bad supper, so he's planning to kill him?

"Let go... let go..." He tried his best to squeeze out a cry like a young animal, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Mo Yuan flung him away fiercely, his eyes were as black as ink, revealing a lingering gloom and cruelty.

The flame in his body was still burning, and the blood seemed to be boiling, not to mention, it was faintly destroying his newly repaired body.

For many years, since he climbed up from the abyss of monsters, he has not entered the aisle.Unexpectedly, this time he fell into the hands of this senior brother who he always thought was upright.

Duan Lang has stopped coughing, his chest hurts like a split breath, his limbs are limp, and his whole body feels cold.

Trembling, he took out a panacea and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but before he could move, the panacea was snatched away.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Mo Yuan.

The man's eyes were cold, and his murderous aura seemed to be overflowing, but strangely, his cheeks were flushed sickly, and a light layer of sweat was protruding from his forehead, as if he had a high fever , looked very uncomfortable.

What's going on here?

Taking the wrong medicine?

Duan Lang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered the words that had faintly fallen into his ears when he almost fell into a coma just now, "Medicine? What medicine did you just say, Junior Brother?"

Mo Yuan ignored him, put the elixir he had snatched under his nose and gently sniffed it.

Canglan Immortal Sect's unique spirit-gathering pill is made of purple cloud grass with a slightly astringent taste, and there is nothing unusual about the smell.

Was the problem not with him, but with the corpse?

Duan Lang didn't know what Mo Yuan was doing, seeing him throwing back the elixir, he turned to check the corpse next to him, quickly picked up the elixir that fell on the bed, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The superior Juling Pill replenished the lost essence and blood, the strength in the body recovered a bit, and even the chills all over the body gradually improved.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Duan Lang couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.However, he didn't dare to move, and still maintained his original posture, carefully observing Mo Yuan.

Don't blame him for being cautious, Mo Yuan's arrogance is like having epilepsy, intermittently.He was afraid that if he moved, he would suffer again.

Mo Yuan checked the mummy over and over again, breaking even the bones, but found nothing abnormal.

However, the strange scorching heat in his body became more and more intense, almost draining all his strength.

Panting roughly, he pressed his hand to the edge of the bed, stared at Duan Lang viciously, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is that you? What did you do to your body?"

What did you do?

Duan Lang shrank cautiously, with a confused expression on his face, "I don't understand what you are talking about, Junior Brother."

Mo Yuan grabbed Duan Lang's ankle and dragged him in front of him, with a ferocious expression on his face, "Dare to bully me, you are fine."

Before Duan Lang could be startled by Mo Yuan's actions, he felt that the place where he was caught was on fire, which made him very painful.

He couldn't help but gasped, wishing he could find a rock and step on Mo Yuan a few times to see if he could cure his madness.

"Junior Brother, you have to worry about your brain before you speak." He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What am I going to do to you? I didn't know in advance that you were going to suck me tonight."

Mo Yuan's eyes were scarlet from the heat, and the moisture in his body seemed to have been evaporated. He licked his lips, his eyes were cold.

"Don't want to say it? It's very good! Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Suddenly, Duan Lang's heart rang out, and without thinking, he stretched out his foot to kick him.

With a movement of Mo Yuan's fingers, the black demonic energy turned into ropes, tightly binding Duan Lang's hands and feet, then he climbed onto the bed with an evil smile, and pressed himself on top of him.

Duan Lang's heart skipped a beat because of this ambiguous posture, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his phoenix eyes were filled with panic, "What... are you going to do?..."

Because of fear, his voice changed its tone, trembling, like a little beast being crushed under the palm of a ferocious beast, while pitiful, it easily aroused the sadistic desire in the deepest part of the heart.

Mo Yuan's expression changed instantly.