Chapter 95

Civet cat, it's just the beginning.

In that dark room, for three days and three nights in succession, all kinds of fluffy animals were sent to him one after another. If he didn't strangle them, he would be severely beaten, his skin would be cut open and his whole body would be bloody.

This kind of adjustment / teaching which destroys children's mind makes them collapse.

One small life after another passed away from him.

From fear to numbness.

From the beginning to the end, the evil laughter didn't disperse from my ears: "very good, little bastard, you have a lot of talent. He is a natural killer. In the future, I will send you some interesting things to practice every day. "

Five year old Mo Yan, behind the black blindfolded cloth, in the dark eyes, there is no childish innocence, only a sea of blood.

He sank into the abyss of pain and suffocated. Even if he opened his mouth, he could not breathe.

He wanted to kill himself.

He imagined over and over again in his mind that he was holding a sword and stabbing it into his neck, just like he was cruelly killing those furry animals, showing the same expression of pain before death.

……

Ziqianmo, who had found a comfortable place to sleep in the warm palm of Mo Yan's hand, just narrowed for a while, felt as if he was tightly held by something. He felt a little pain and was about to be unable to breathe.

As the sense of pain grew stronger, ziqianmo had to wake up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a scene that made her thrilled——

I love you!

Mo Yan even a hand pinches her body, a hand pinches his own neck!

She is in the state of Yang God coming out of the body. In the final analysis, she is the soul body, not the entity. With her 4900 years of soul cultivation, no matter how hard she is pinched, she won't stop breathing. At most, she will feel a little pain and lose a few hairs.

But Mo Yan is different. He is human!

A human 18-year-old! A living person with flesh and blood and body!

He pinches his own neck with the same strength as pinching her, even harder. Even the pretty face, because of lack of oxygen, has become purple, the forehead of the blue has been bulging.

He's going to die!

Aware of this, ziqianmo's heart rose a touch of angry panic.

Damn it!

It's not easy to choose a person, NIMA still has the problem of hurting people and self mutilation in her sleep!

"Stop it

In a hurry, ziqianmo yelled.

But where can a seven or eight year old girl's voice go no matter how high it is?

Looking at Mo Yan's miserable appearance, it's obvious that he is haunted by nightmares and can't wake up.

Helpless, purple field can only take the second method - dream magic!

This is not any serious magic, it belongs to the unorthodox. In the popular storybooks, there are often beautiful Goblins who dream of romantic scholars, who are attracted by the spirits of Yuanyang.

When she was in Kunlun demon mountain, she read a lot of books. Otherwise, how can she be called Baize who knows the world, knows the future through going.

The magic of dream itself is flawless.

The wrong ones are those who, with this technique, do some shameful things after dreaming.

Ziqianmo is to save people from different starting points.

She points out a wisp of soul, like a fine needle, pierced into Mo Yan's eyebrow spiritual realm.