Bai Cheng just looked at him, seeing that his expression became more and more unhappy, and his heart was full of grief, he sneered, changed his silent attitude during this period of time, and said with a sneer: "Why, your old man not only locked me in Do you want my expression to be as you wish in this poor place? Can't I feel sorry for the spring and autumn? Do you care about me so much?"

"I care about you, what are you?" Mo Li let go of him and looked away expressionlessly: "I just don't want to get in my way."

"Yes yes yes, I am despicable, you are noble." Bai Cheng leaned lazily in front of the bed, looking at Mo Li's book beside the bed, he said: "Noble, why are you guarding such a lowly thing like me all day long? Is it bad to play alone? Isn’t it bad to find someone who is obedient and does what you want? Are you rich people so interesting?”

Looking at Mo Li's gloomy face, Bai Cheng seemed to have found something interesting. He felt that it was better to die if he stayed here. He was not afraid of death, and naturally he was not afraid of Mo Li.

"Wow, that's not it, isn't it? It's not true that someone like you is so stupid and rich, it's just making yourself uncomfortable, right?"

"Shut up!" Mo Li's eyes became scarlet again, and he grabbed Bai Cheng's neck.

However, the more angry Mo Li was, the happier Bai Cheng was. He coughed, but he knew that Mo Li would not end him.

From this day onwards, Baicheng brought the yin and yang aura to the extreme, mocking Mo Li whenever he had the chance.

No matter how Mo Li tortured him, as long as he saved his life, he would be able to babble, and then Mo Li tortured him again.

hurt each other.

As a result, after a few days, he didn't die, and Mo Li's emotions got out of control under repeated fluctuations.

He lost all his sanity, threw things in the living room, slashed the sofa with a knife and smashed the wall, and when he saw that there was nothing to destroy, he went to the bedroom and continued to destroy it.

His feet splattered on the broken porcelain, and his fists were broken and bleeding from the hammering on the wall, but he seemed to have no pain, and finally put his eyes on Bai Cheng.

Bai Cheng looked at the fruit knife that glowed with cold light in his hand, and subconsciously wanted to escape, but was dragged by the two-meter-long chain, let alone running, it would be a problem to go to the ground.

The ankle that was surrounded by the chain was torn and bloody due to the long-term struggle, and it hurt like he was about to be torn apart when he pulled the flesh so hard.

He laughed at himself and gave up escaping. The next second he was pushed hard on the bed by Mo Li, and the moment he raised his eyes, a knife rubbed the side of his face and inserted it into the mattress beside him.

His ears seemed to be ripped out, but he didn't seem to have any. Bai Cheng's thoughts were blank at this moment, he looked at Mo Li blankly, and he didn't even have the courage to struggle.

If you're not careful, you can really die.

Bai Cheng thought that he wanted to die for a long time, but he didn't expect that when life and death were at stake, he was afraid of death again.

"You." Mo Li finally spoke. He stared at Baicheng, his eyes were red, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the handle of the knife were white, "Do you want me to die?"

Bai Cheng was stunned for a moment, remembering the abuse he had been subjected to day and night for so long, and his heart suddenly surged with never-before-seen malice, and said with a cold and presumptuous smile: "You are quite self-aware? That's right, I I want you to die every, hour, every, moment."

Unexpectedly, Mo Li seemed to be relieved when he heard this. He sat up and smiled like never before: "Okay, as you wish."

Then raise the knife to cut his wrist.

The end of tyranny is to hurt yourself.

From the moment Mo Li got this disease, his fate was already doomed.

This neurosis!

Bai Cheng felt blood splattered on his face, he watched Mo Li swipe his wrist so hard that he almost cut off half of his hand.

The blood poured out in large quantities, almost dyeing Baicheng's sight red.

After a brief stunned moment, Bai Cheng firmly held Mo Li's wrist.

"You're crazy!" Wrapping Mo Li's wound tightly with his clothes, Bai Cheng told himself that he should die and let this pervert die. Who let this pervert torture him?

But on the other hand, he couldn't control his movements, trying to stop the bleeding.

Good people are always bullied by bad people.

But those who do bad things are themselves despicable, they shouldn't and won't be assimilated, they just want to do things that they won't regret.

Chapter 39 This dog pervert is a troublemaker

"My good fellow, you really saved the galaxy in your last life before you met me as a bad guy."

Bai Cheng pressed Mo Li's bleeding wound, and saw that half of his hand was about to be chopped off. It was terrifying. Jin Mo Li's eyes were still crazy, and he couldn't help dragging his other hand over and pressing it on the wound. "Press it yourself!"

"No." Mo Li was still self-willed, and was quite happy to see the blood on his hands, his eyes were full of scarlet excitement.

An angry Bai Cheng slapped him on the head, "Are you going to press it?"

Mo Li lost a lot of blood, and his face was already pale. After being silent for two seconds, he finally held his hand obediently, and said fiercely: "You hit me?"

"What's wrong with me hitting you!" Bai Cheng stretched out his hand to cover the man's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't look at it, what's so good about being bloody."

Bai Cheng's mental state was not very good during this time, and he was a little irritable, but he still covered Mo Li's eyes, so that he wouldn't see his bleeding wound.

Not caring about the blood on his body, he dragged the chains as much as he could to get the computer that was on the table.

"What's the password?" When he opened the computer with one hand, Bai Cheng frowned as he looked at the password above.

Murray was silent.

"Quickly say the password!" Bai Cheng said.

Mo Li still didn't say anything. He raised his hand and pressed the hand that was covering his eyes. He raised his tone slightly and said, "Are you leaving? Are you running away again?"

"Run away from your mother." Bai Cheng breathed out a fragrant breath in pain, "Can I run away with your ghostly appearance?"