Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Mo Yuan's eyes changed instantly, and he looked up at Duan Lang.

He was firmly tied to the bed in a big shape, and the rope transformed into a black devilish energy matched his skin more and more. Under the open collar, there was a beautifully shaped collarbone and a thin and fair chest.

He looked at him who was riding on him, his face was terrified, and there was a layer of mist in his shiny eyes, "Master... Junior Brother..."

A strong desire suddenly surged in Mo Yuan's heart, and a voice in his head kept bewitching him.

【Don't you really want him?Now that he has no power to resist, he can do whatever you want. 】

【I know that you want to tear off his clothes and press him down hard, so that he will never dare to look at you with that superior attitude again. 】

[Go!Rip him to pieces!Possess him! 】

That voice was like chanting a mantra, each one more seductive, easily arousing the deepest desire in my heart.

Mo Yuan closed his eyes fiercely, and after opening them again, he stared at Duan Lang's neck with a distorted expression. He suddenly stretched out his hand, slowly pressed it against it, and murmured: "Senior brother, I'm very sad, you must be willing to help me ,right?"

The palm on his neck was as hot as a branding iron, Duan Lang trembled violently, his body instantly became stiff, and his voice was almost crying, "Master... Junior Brother... Mo... Mo Yuan..."

He already realized that something was wrong with Mo Yuan, and knew that something might happen if it continued like this.But for a while, he couldn't think of how to let him let him go, so he kept calling his name in an attempt to calm him down.

But Mo Yuan didn't pay attention to him at all, just lowered his head, his palms were slowly rubbing against his fragile neck, his eyes that were originally as black as ink became scarlet, filled with bloodthirsty desire/desire.

The skin on the neck was already sensitive, after being rubbed by Mo Yuan a few times, it turned into a faint crimson color, which looked very attractive.

[Bite down. 】

[It's comfortable to bite down. 】

The voice was still shouting non-stop, Mo Yuan's eyes were slackened for a moment, and finally he couldn't stand the temptation, and pressed his lips viciously.

fiery.

piping hot.

Surprisingly soft.

Duan Lang's eyes widened involuntarily, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.He snorted, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, "Are you a dog? Bite... what am I doing?"

Mo Yuan didn't hear Duan Lang's words, his consciousness has become blurred, his mind is full of how to relieve the scorching heat in his body, but it's just that a gurgle of blood flowed out from the bitten place under his lip, and he solved it in a very timely manner. The dryness of his throat.

He opened his mouth almost eagerly and began to suck hard.

Duan Lang: "..."

He was wrong!

This dog is not crazy!Absolutely a vampire.

The blood in his body drained a lot, and the rope that tied him disappeared because of the master's loss of control.Duan Lang pushed Mo Yuan's head weakly, his lips turned white, and he said helplessly, "Stop smoking, if you smoke again, I'll die."

Mo Yuan only sucked his blood wholeheartedly, greedily unwilling to let go.

Seeing Duan Lang pushing him, he inserted/inserted his fingers between his fingers, interlocking his fingers and pressing him onto the bed.

Seeing that it must go on like this, Duan Lang burst out with a strong desire to survive, kicked Mo Yuan hard with his legs.

Mo Yuan finally let go, staring at Duan Lang with scarlet eyes.

Duan Lang's eyelids trembled in fright, and he was thinking about how to save his life when Mo Yuan, who was staring at him, suddenly closed his eyes and lay heavily on his chest.

He was weak in the first place, but he was so crushed that he almost couldn't breathe, so he hung up directly.

When he recovered, he looked at the head on his chest, summoned the Xingling Sword, and was about to stab Mo Yuan in the back tremblingly.

He has never killed anyone, but he knows that killing people is not against the law in this world, even if he chops up Mo Yuan, not only will no one accuse him, but he will be applauded with both hands.

What's more, this dog was forced to suffer from epilepsy and tortured him every day. If he didn't take the opportunity to kill him, he might be the one who died in the future.

Duan Lang thought clearly, but when he raised his eyes and saw the overly handsome face lying on his chest, he still didn't make up his mind and dropped his hands weakly.

Why is this dog so handsome? !It made him unable to do anything!

Before passing out, Duan Lang thought angrily.

The two people lying on the bed had their hair intertwined, their limbs overlapped, and they were in an intimate posture like a pair of affectionate lovers.

Xiao Hei climbed onto the bed, swallowed the mummy in one gulp, and crawled to Duan Lang's side to sleep together, when he saw its sleeping master opened his eyes at some point and was staring at it coldly.

It trembled in fright, cowardly crawled under the bed, and coiled into a ball.

Mo Yuan glanced at Xing Lingjian who fell on the bed, turned over weakly, lay down next to Duan Lang, and closed his eyes again.

It turned out that his senior brother really had kind thoughts towards him.

In the early morning, Duan Lang was woken up by the heavy weight on his chest.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Mo Yuan hugging him without saying anything, his face still buried in his neck, his scalp was about to explode.

No wonder he dreamed that someone was lying on him and wanted to bite him all the time. It turned out that it was the dog who forced him to do it.

Throwing aside the arm that was pressing on his chest, and kicking away the straight and slender leg, Duan Lang climbed to the corner of the wall panting, shivering and stuffed several elixir into his mouth.

Mogou sucked his blood again last night, and sucked his blood again. Now he is so weak that a gust of wind can blow him down, and he will die if he doesn't mend anyone.

As soon as the elixir entered the throat, warm currents spread along the limbs.After a while, most of his strength recovered.

However, it is not so easy to restore the blood that has been sucked away. If you don't rest for a few months and replenish it more, it will probably continue to be empty.

Thinking of Mo Yuan hugging him last night and sucking wildly, Duan Lang was so angry that his eyes were dizzy, wishing he could hit Mo Yuan on the head with a brick a few times, make him mentally retarded, and call him father.

As soon as Mo Yuan opened his eyes, he saw Duan Lang staring at him angrily, his eyes were as vicious as a wolf cub.

Thinking of the sword that never fell on him last night, his eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes narrowed, "Is senior brother thinking about how to kill me?"

Duan Lang snapped back to his senses, seeing Mo Yuan staring at him coldly, he looked away guiltily, and put on a cold and noble face, "Junior brother, you think too much."

Mo Yuan glanced at him with a half-smile, then glanced to the side, "Really?"

Following his line of sight, Duan Lang saw the Xingling Sword falling on the bed, his scalp exploded!

Terrible!How did he leave behind the tools of crime!

With a sneer, he stretched out his foot, carefully hooked Xing Lingjian over, and said nonsense with his eyes open, "Yes. My love and love for my junior brother is beyond compare. Junior brother must not slander me like this."

Mo Yuan sneered and snorted, sat up and straightened his robe, ignored him, and began to examine his own body.

He had never encountered the situation last night. Although his body returned to normal after drinking Duan Lang's blood, he was still worried that there would be sequelae.

After checking and checking, his face changed, his black eyes were coldly scratched at Duan Lang, and his voice seemed to be ice-cold, "Brother, what did you do to me?"

His body did seem to have returned to normal, but the devilish energy in his body disappeared by one-third inexplicably, and it seemed to be suppressed by something, making him unable to use it at all.

Duan Lang had already sneaked back to the soft couch, closing his eyes to rest his mind, when he heard Mo Yuan's angry shout, he almost exploded his body on the spot.

Is this bitch going to end?

Since last night, he has been insisting that he has moved his hands and feet. He can't even use his spiritual power, so what else can he do? !

And it's obviously him who suffers the loss, okay?Most of his blood was sucked out!

He was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, and he decided not to bear it anymore.

"Junior brother, if you are sick, go and treat it. Don't go crazy here, okay?"