The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

In the darkness of the night, two figures, one in front and one behind, appeared in the flying snow.

Deng Shentong stumbled as he fled, his feet bound by heavy iron chains that swayed and collided with his movements, making crisp and harsh sounds.

The sound echoed in the silent night, like a death knell rung by evil spirits from hell.

The cold wind made his cheeks hurt, and the extreme low temperature made his body quickly become stiff and heavy.

His breath formed white mist in the cold air, and every breath he exhaled was like a race with death.

Zhang Yi's teleportation ability could obviously catch up with Deng Shentong easily, but he just followed him slowly, watching the other party running for his life.

There was no trace of sympathy in his eyes, only indifference and mockery. He seemed to be enjoying this cat-and-mouse game, enjoying Deng Shentong's despair and helplessness.

As long as Deng Shentong ran a certain distance and relaxed a little, Zhang Yi would teleport behind him, forcing Deng Shentong to continue to escape with all his might.

Every time he teleported, it was like a heavy blow on Deng Shentong's heart, shattering his hopes time and time again.

Deng Shentong's physical strength was rapidly consumed in this chase, his steps began to become slow, and his speed gradually slowed down.

In his heart, he knew very well that he could not use all his special powers and would never be able to escape Zhang Yi's pursuit.

Deng Shentong suddenly stopped, staggered to his feet in the snow, and turned to look at Zhang Yi.

The shoes he was wearing had long been lost in the snow, and his bare feet were frozen red. At first they felt like being pricked by needles, but now he had lost all feeling in them.

If it were an ordinary person without special powers, he would have frozen to death in such low temperatures.

Although his current situation is not much better.

He knew that Zhang Yi was just teasing him. Rather than endure this cat-and-mouse humiliation, he would rather die!

Deng Shentong simply reached out and unbuttoned the winter clothes he was wearing. He stood alone in the snow wearing only a thin white shirt.

The biting cold wind blew up his silver hair. His long eyelashes were already covered with white snow. His beautiful face was full of anger and unwillingness.

"Enough! Just kill me!" Deng Shentong said breathlessly. There was a bloody smell in his throat and every word he spoke felt as painful as a knife cutting him.

Zhang Yi walked slowly to Deng Shentong, leaned down slightly and looked into his eyes.

He tilted his head and showed an innocent yet cruel smile, and said slowly: "What are you talking about? Captain, I love you so much, how could I have the heart to kill you?"

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the remaining piece of chain on Deng Shentong's ankle and dragged him to the ground.

"Ah! Let me go!"

Deng Shentong fell heavily to the ground, feeling severe pain in his legs. He struggled violently, but his strength had been exhausted in the process of running away, and he was no match for Zhang Yi at all.

"Don't waste your energy, Captain."

With a chuckle, Zhang Yi suddenly exerted force on his arm muscles and easily suppressed all of Deng Shentong's resistance.

His eyes were as cold as ice, as if the person in front of him was just an insignificant ant.

Zhang Yi tightly grasped the thick iron chain in his hand and pulled it forward mercilessly.

Deng Shentong, with his feet tied by the other end of the iron chain, was dragged on the freezing cold snow without any resistance.

Every time Deng Shentong rubbed against the snow, he couldn't help but groan in pain, but this did not affect Zhang Yi's emotions at all.

Deng Shentong's clothes were torn during the dragging, and his pampered skin was scratched by the frozen ground. Blood oozed out and dripped onto the snow, like a path full of red plum blossoms.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and when he was about to faint from the cold and pain, Zhang Yi walked to the front of the snowmobile. He opened the back door, picked up Deng Shentong and threw him in.

The heater in the car enveloped Deng Shentong's body. He became a little more awake and collapsed on the seat, gasping for breath as if he had survived a disaster.

His body was covered with snow, which gradually melted due to the rising temperature. His silver hair stuck to his face, with water droplets dripping down and mixing with the blood that continued to seep from his wounds, wetting the seat.

Deng Shentong looked extremely miserable, his face turned pale as paper due to the cold. His teeth were chattering and he stared at Zhang Yi without saying a word.

Zhang Yi closed the car door, pinched Deng Shentong's chin, and forced him to look up. "You are still so stubborn, but it doesn't matter. I have plenty of time to torture you slowly."

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's beautiful face, which showed an expression of pain and disgust, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

He exerted a little force, and with a "hiss" sound, the tattered clothes on Deng Shentong's body were completely pulled off.

Zhang Yi threw his clothes aside and gently stroked Deng Shentong's naked skin, his fingertips rolling over the bleeding wounds on his fair skin with malice.

Deng Shentong trembled in pain and shame, gritted his teeth and turned his head away.

"You are mine, and no one can take you away." Zhang Yi said softly, and then kissed Deng Shentong's slender neck. His sharp canine teeth rubbed gently on the hidden bite mark, like a beast looking for the artery of its prey.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes tightly, and crystal tears slid down his cheeks. Zhang Yi's hands wandered over his body, and every part of his skin that was touched caused him to shudder.

Deng Shentong bit his lower lip tightly, trying his best to hold back the moan that was about to come out. At this moment, he was filled with resentment and disgust towards Zhang Yi's behavior, and this humiliation was almost unbearable for him.

"You're so naughty." Zhang Yi whispered softly, with a hint of teasing in his tone, and his hands became more and more unbridled. However, at this moment, he seemed to remember something and stopped what he was doing.

Then he took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into Deng Shentong's mouth without saying a word.

Deng Shentong struggled desperately to resist, but his body was so heavy that he couldn't muster any strength.

Not long after, the pill began to take effect, and Deng Shentong suddenly felt a stream of hot air gushing up from his lower abdomen and instantly spread throughout his body.

His face became extremely hot and flushed, as if it had been burned by a red-hot iron.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's reaction coldly, with a smug smile on his face.

As time passed, Deng Shentong's breathing became more and more rapid, and his originally clear eyes gradually became covered with a layer of confusion.

Although there was still a trace of rationality deep in his heart struggling to resist the effects of the drug, the primitive impulses of his body were getting out of control like a wild horse, leaving him unable to resist.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi leaned forward without hesitation, hugged the person in his arms, and then kissed the other's hot cheek wildly.

"...Uh, let me go! Get out of here!"

Deng Shentong's heart was filled with endless humiliation and resentment, but his soft and weak body was unable to resist at all, so he could only slap Zhang Yi in the face.

However, he now had no strength in his body, and even the sound of the slap was very weak, like a cat scratching.

"I thought you would be obedient if I was nice to you, but now it seems that I am too kind to you!" Zhang Yi grabbed Deng Shentong's wrist, with a hideous and vicious smile on his lips, and whispered softly.

As he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pressed Deng Shentong down on the car seat like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Ah? Run? Run again! Who gave you the courage to run?"

Zhang Yi's roar rang in his ears, and Deng Shentong groaned and trembled all over. At this moment, Zhang Yi seemed to have turned into a terrible demon, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, which made people shudder.

"A mad dog like you... Of course I have to run! Even if I die outside, it's better than staying by your side!"

Deng Shentong panted and uttered an angry curse through his teeth.

"Yes, I am a mad dog. Didn't you know that a long time ago?"

Zhang Yi grabbed Deng Shentong's silver hair and looked at Deng Shentong struggling in pain. His heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"It's a pity that you're about to be bitten by a dog!"

He decided to enjoy the process of torturing the other person, so he slowly approached Deng Shentong's face, ready to teach him a lesson he would never forget...