Chapter 70

There was a dead silence in the ears, as if all the sounds were isolated from the thick darkness.

Wen Jianyan's heart was beating wildly, and her stomach seemed to be holding a flapping bird, her ears echoed with the violent sound of blood hitting the eardrum, and she was pulled out of the white noise. .

His face was pale, but his expression was calm. With all his strength, he struggled to control every nerve and muscle, trying not to show real panic.

Be calm, be arrogant, be arrogant!

Never let the other party see your bluff!

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes trembled, and she raised it slightly cautiously, looking at the other party secretly from the gap between the eyelashes.

Suddenly, he met a pair of golden beads with no sorrow or joy.

The man was drooping, staring at him breathlessly, his metallic pupils shone with icy light in the darkness, a cruel feeling that made blood congeal.

Wen Jianyan took a breath involuntarily, and her heart beat again.

Hold on hold on!

Only ten minutes left! !

As long as he lives to the end of the dungeon, he wins.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i don't dare to watch!"

"After watching the recordings of the first two dungeons, I feel that this dog cheat must die, but now I am not sure..."

"Why won't the anchor save his life this time? Bought away friends!"

"Speaking of the anchor's current status, I hate that the boss has no heart! What can't be solved with a stir-fry meal!"

"??? Stop for a while, this kind of thing is not broadcast in the live broadcast room!"

Seeming to know what Wen Jianyan was thinking, the icy darkness entangled again, tightly wrapping the young man's scarred wrist and dragging him from the ground again.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat, and her face was still strong, she didn't struggle, she let herself be dragged close.

The man's pale and handsome face got closer and closer.

Wen Jianyan couldn't control the sweat all over her body standing upright, like a stressed cat, she couldn't help but stretched her back.

The darkness was like silk, wrapping around the young man's slender and fragile neck, forcing him to raise his head.

Wen Jianyan stared at the other side leaning down.

The long, cold, flowing hair fell down and gently landed on Wen Jianyan's skin, with a terrifying itch.

"Do you really think I forgot?"

The man said slowly.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

The other party stretched out and pressed Wen Jianyan's left chest. His movements were not heavy, and his icy palm pressed against the young man's warm skin, causing layers of goose bumps:

"—what does your love and devotion mean?"

The man raised the corners of his lips inexplicably and said in a low voice.

Wen Jianyan's breathing became rapid, and her mind became blank at that moment, leaving only two words echoing:

Done.

This ghost is ready to turn over the old accounts! ! !

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt the darkness bound by his neck tighten instantly, he could hear the gurgling of his throat under the pressure, the air was squeezed out of his lungs, and the feeling of lack of oxygen made his mind numb. faint.

Wen Jianyan went black for a while, feeling that his consciousness was being pulled away little by little.

Oh shit!

As long as the other party thinks of turning over the old accounts, based on the behavior he made in the first two copies, it must be impossible to live!

Anyway, his chance of surviving is estimated to be reduced to 0, so Wen Jianyan simply broke the can.

Since being dragged into this garbage live broadcast room for no reason, the smoldering anger suddenly erupted.

Wen Jianyan raised a pair of amber beads that shimmered with water, stared at each other fiercely, raised the corners of her lips, and squeezed a few words out of her throat with difficulty:

"It means... as long as I catch the machine, I will stab you next time."

The young man was in tears, his horns were dyed a fragile red, and his body was like a pure white lamb, unpreparedly spread out in front of him, and had no resistance under the powerful inhuman power.

However, he smiled and bared his white teeth, like a wolf that won't let go when it bites its prey, with a ferocious light flashing from the bottom:

"So you have the seeds, this time, kill me."

"Coward."

The next second, the pressure on his throat suddenly loosened.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The dry, cold air rushed into his lungs instantly, scratching his throat painfully.

Wen Jianyan coughed piercingly, as if to cough up all his lungs, tears of physiological sex overflowed from his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed from tail to cheek.

what happened?

Is this loose?

...... not kill him?

Wen Jianyan's brain was a little confused by the lack of oxygen.

Is this fucking brain sick? !

scolded?

In the next second, the opponent climbed up on the young man's neck, and the cold fingertips carelessly caressed the red mark on the opponent's neck that was strangled twice.

The dark red color was particularly prickly on the pale skin, and the hot fire was hot to the touch, forming a strong temperature difference with the man's temperatureless fingertips.

Wen Jianyan's back suddenly stiffened, and she looked up at the ghost in front of her in surprise.

He recalled the cruel words he had just said when his adrenaline was soaring, and he immediately scolded him back, and he couldn't help but beat the drums in his heart.

Could it be that……

Does the other party feel that he is so angry that he is strangled to death?

Are you going to add a few more entertainment items before killing him?

The man leaned down and stared at the young man in front of him with those emotionless golden beads. The pads of his fingers were gently placed on his jawline, stroking upwards little by little.

Cold fingertips pressed Wen Jianyan's lips.

After the line of life and death just now, the human lips were hot and trembling slightly, and the warm breath overflowed from the slightly parted lips and sprayed tremblingly on the fingertips.

"You have a nasty mouth."

The man slowly rubbed the other's lower lip, watching the paleness that had lost blood to be replaced by bright red little by little, like crushed petals overflowing with beautiful and sweet flower juice.

The ice-cold fingertips pryed open the snow-white teeth, penetrated little by little along the gap between the teeth, and finally pressed it on the wet tongue, teasing and playing with the young man's tongue.

He leaned over slightly, and there was a terrifying grace in his icy golden eyes, with a terrifying smile:

"And a tongue-in-cheek tongue."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Go to your uncle!

Although he was gnashing his teeth in his heart, Wen Jianyan knew what it meant to act by chance and follow the trend.

His eyes were curved, his tail was a little warm red, and there was still a tear in the amber color, but the warm tongue was tame and soft, and he even sucked it gently.

The man's pupils shrank subconsciously, and he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

His brows furrowed, and he stared at the young man in front of him, his expression a little gloomy.

Wen Jianyan's gagged mouth was finally free.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and licked his slightly sore side cheeks with the tip of his tongue. Then he looked up at the man in front of him. His voice was still hoarse, but he was already smiling:

"Really? I thought you liked my tongue."

He slightly narrowed his pale eyes and said provocatively:

"Do more than talk."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass... I'm... stunned..."

"Ahhhh, what kind of tiger-wolf word is this, I can't stand it anymore ah ah ah ah, I have to run a circle to calm down, hastily!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, what is the dog is talking about, my ah, my God, I think my head is blown away, and the life-saving life is really good, I can't help but be 唧唧Stand up!"

"Who can stand it! Who can stand it! I can't stand it!"

"..."

The air fell into silence for a while, and the dull and oppressive atmosphere expanded, with a terrifying feeling that was about to explode, like a barrel of explosives/"medicine" that was about to be dyed, which was daunting.

Finally, with a low smile, the man narrowed his golden eyes and said lightly, "I agree."

This time, it was Wen Jianyan's turn to be stunned.

What agree?

The next second, his body was pulled up again by that terrifying force, and the whole person was dragged in front of the man.

"Betting on the right to belong to your soul, isn't it?"

The man lifted and pinched the young man's jaw, and a hungry and passionate flame burned in the depths of his golden pupils: "Now, from today onwards, you are my bishop."

He smiled, the other one pressed against the young man's belly, and the icy fingertips exerted a slight force, and the sharp fingernails cut the fragile skin easily.

"Well!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he almost exhaled in pain. His trembling gasps and groans were swallowed back into his throat.

Cold and unrelenting pain churned in his lower abdomen, flesh was cut open, hot scarlet blood poured out of the wound, dripping down under his feet.

The dark and weird spell patterns were re-dyed with scarlet blood.

It hurts so much.

Wen Jianyan had never been in such pain before, and all the places on his body covered with tattoos began to burn abnormally, as if some living thing was struggling to get out from under the skin, from the soul to the bone marrow uncontrollably. It hurts.

His front was blackened, and he couldn't help but lift and grab the shoulders of the former man.

The opponent's movement did not delay.

The young man's fair body was tensed and trembling with intense pain, his skin was wet with sweat, and his whole body was almost out of strength.

The talisman pattern on his body faded little by little, but the tattoo on his abdomen seemed to have been dyed with ink, and under the scarlet blood, it appeared darker and darker, like some kind of ancient spell, which was deeply stained. Burned deep into the texture.

Can't be washed off, can't be gouged out.

I don't know how long, this seemingly endless torture finally stopped.

The man took it back lightly, and "licked" the blood remaining on his fingertips. He lowered his head, admiring and scrutinizing the new work he left on the other's body.

The blood was smeared, and on the pale skin, the dark lines shone with a faint golden color, like some kind of ancient totem, deeply imprinted on the lower abdomen near the hip bone.

The young man's body trembled slightly, his black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, his amber pupils were half-closed, the pupils were slightly enlarged, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, falling to the ground drop by drop, and blood. mixed together.

"this is my name."

The ancient and cruel god "showed" a smile, he leaned over to Wen Jianyan's ear, and his voice was soft and hoarse:

"Witch candle."

"You can't run away, my bishop."