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

The wheels of the snowmobile kept crushing the hard frozen soil, and every time it touched the ground, it would make a sharp and piercing sound that seemed to penetrate the eardrums, making people's teeth ache.

The silver-haired man was forced to lean over the icy car window, and the hot breath from his mouth quickly condensed into a thick layer of mist on the surface of the glass.

At this moment, his heart was filled with resentment that the medicine used by Zhang Yi was not effective enough.

Deng Shentong would rather lose his mind completely than suffer such an invasion while being sober and defenseless.

He was like a puppet at the mercy of others. Although his mind was still there, he no longer had control over his body.

The car body was shaking violently, as if it was going to shake out the person's internal organs.

Deng Shentong felt like a lone boat in the midst of a stormy sea, which could capsize and sink at any time. As the car shook more and more violently, his already chaotic thoughts became even more confused.

"Ah... Zhang Yi... I don't want it anymore... ah!"

Deng Shentong shook his head wildly and made indistinct groans.

He just felt a chaos in his mind, countless thoughts surged into his mind like a tide and quickly receded, making it impossible for him to concentrate on thinking about anything.

He tried to close his eyes and let himself fall asleep to escape the painful torture.

However, every time he was about to fall into a coma, Zhang Yi's rough movements would be like a sharp hook, ruthlessly pulling his already shaky consciousness back from the edge of darkness into the cruel reality.

Finally, Zhang Yi uttered a sigh like a musk deer, and ended the atrocity amid the trembling of his body.

Deng Shentong's consciousness seemed to have experienced a long drift, and finally slowly returned to reality. After a long while, he finally came back to his senses, but his eyes were looking into the distance without focus, and his whole body seemed to have lost its soul.

He gasped like a dehydrated fish, his body trembling with every breath, and the feeling of surviving a disaster made him feel weak all over.

Deng Shentong's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound, but he still tried his best to squeeze out a sentence: "...Are you satisfied now?"

Zhang Yi paused while fastening his belt, and sneered when he heard this: "Satisfied? What do you mean by satisfied?"

He put his clothes in order and grabbed the man's silver hair. "What have we gotten to? Deng Shentong, you can't bear it anymore? The pain I've endured is a thousand times stronger than yours!"

"Get out of here!" Deng Shentong turned his head away, not wanting to look at Zhang Yi's disgusting face.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi exerted more force on his hands, forcing Deng Shentong to turn around and look at him.

"What? You have nothing to say? Do you know how I have been living these days?" Zhang Yi's eyes were full of madness and paranoia.

"When you threw me away like a dog, you should have thought of this day, right?"

Deng Shentong's chest heaved violently, and the nameless fire in his heart gushed out, as if it was going to devour him entirely.

He stared at Zhang Yi in front of him, his eyes filled with anger, disappointment and contempt.

"Look at how crazy you are now, Zhang Yi!" Deng Shentong's voice revealed an uncontrollable grief and ridicule.

He grinned, his eyes flashing with a defiant light, and his hoarse laughter made people shudder: "I just treat you as a dog, what's wrong with that? You are just a low-class bastard!"

Speaking of this, Deng Shentong became more and more excited.

He pointed at Zhang Yi with a trembling finger and continued to scold: "If I had known that you were such an ungrateful, ungrateful wolf, I would never have had any feelings for you, let alone paid any attention to you! Now it seems that I was really blind!"

Zhang Yi had a hideous smile on his face, and sneered, "Haha, you finally couldn't help but tell the truth! What subordinates, what close friends, these are just excuses you use to fool me!"

"You've never even looked at me straight in the eye, right? The only reason you're still willing to deal with me is because you think I'm still somewhat useful."

"Isn't this all the tricks that you so-called superiors are best at - falsely winning people's hearts and then ruthlessly abandoning them!"

He pinched Deng Shentong's thin, snow-white neck with his broad palm, and said through gritted teeth, "I hate you rich kids who think you are noble the most!"

Zhang Yi became more and more excited as he spoke, and the strength in his hands gradually increased.

Deng Shentong's face flushed red, and he grabbed Zhang Yi's wrists with both hands, trying to break free from his restraints.

"Let me go... cough... let me go!" Deng Shentong said with difficulty.

Zhang Yi pretended not to hear and continued to stare at him viciously.

At this moment, Deng Shentong used all his strength, raised his knee, and hit Zhang Yi's abdomen hard.

Zhang Yi felt pain, loosened his hand, and took a few steps back.

He took the opportunity to breathe heavily and coughed a few times, a sarcastic smile appeared on his pale face: "You are right! I just look down on you. A commoner like you, except for a little bit of supernatural power, what can you use to compete with me?"

A venomous and cruel light flashed in his beautiful eyes. He opened his lips slightly and uttered extremely harsh and vicious words: "You said you hated me? But I just beckoned you and you let me drive you around like a dog. I have always had such cheap feelings around me. Do you think you are special?"

"Hahahaha...good, very good." Zhang Yi laughed wildly, his laughter was full of despair and madness.

There seemed to be a raging fire in his eyes, an uncontrollable anger and resentment.

However, after a while, his laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a coldness.

He clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I understand, you really want to die, right? Fine, I'll satisfy you!"

This sentence was like a sharp sword, piercing the air, with endless determination and cruelty. Every word seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

At this moment, Zhang Yi was extremely angry. His rationality was gradually collapsing and he was consumed by the desire for revenge.

After saying that, he opened the car door, grabbed Deng Shentong's arm, dragged him out, and threw him heavily on the snow.

The icy snowflakes fell on Deng Shentong's naked skin, as if millions of fine needles were piercing his body at the same time, causing him to tremble all over and frown tightly.

Immediately afterwards, an unbearable pain and coldness came from the skin that was pressed against the ground, quickly spreading throughout the body, causing Deng Shentong to unable to help but let out one low and miserable groan after another.

The sound echoed in the silent snowfield, sounding particularly harsh.

Zhang Yi looked down at Deng Shentong with a cruel smile on his face. He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to pinch Deng Shentong's chin, and forced him to raise his head.

"Aren't you very noble? Don't you look down on me?" Zhang Yi's voice was cold and ruthless. "Now beg for mercy, beg me to let you go, maybe I will consider it."

Deng Shentong clenched his teeth and refused to speak. Although his body was shivering in the cold wind, his eyes still showed an unyielding and arrogance.

"Humph, you're still pretty stubborn." Zhang Yi stood up. "Since you're so stubborn, just wait to freeze to death here."

After saying that, Zhang Yi turned around, got into the car, and started the engine. The car left deep tracks on the snow and gradually went away.

Deng Shentong looked at the departing car, feeling a surge of despair in his heart, but also a sense of relief and peace.

The extreme low temperature quickly made his body lose consciousness. In this state, he could no longer feel the cold and pain. He only felt a blackening in front of his eyes and an irresistible fatigue.

The white snowflakes fell like goose feathers, as if covering the whole world with a mysterious and beautiful veil.

Deng Shentong lay quietly in the snow, motionless, allowing the flying snow to submerge him.

His head of silver hair contrasted with the snow and gradually blended together, like a soft thin quilt, quietly covering him, as if to bring him a peaceful dream.

The cold wind blew mercilessly on his thin body, but he was unaware of it.

At this moment, his thoughts had already drifted far away, and the beautiful or painful memories of his near-death experience kept flashing in his mind like movie scenes.

Can it finally end this time?