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

As soon as Deng Shenhong finished speaking, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and then a big hand suddenly grabbed his throat!

"boom!"

Deng Shentong had no time to react at all. He was pressed against the wall by a brute force, making a muffled sound.

Deng Shentong's back of the head and back hit the hard wall heavily. Faster than the dull pain came waves of dizziness. His eyes went dark and his ears made an unbearable buzzing sound.

A fishy and sweet taste soon surged up his throat, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Yi pinched him with all his strength without holding back. His throat was tightly gripped by the big hands like iron pliers, and every attempt to breathe in air became extremely difficult.

His body struggled instinctively, and he tightly grasped Zhang Yi's arms with both hands, trying to get rid of the pain of suffocation, but the huge difference in strength made it impossible for him to break free.

Zhang Yi grinned and gradually tightened his fingers. His cruel eyes made him look so strange, as if he was a devil from hell.

Deng Shentong's face turned pale in an instant due to lack of oxygen. A hoarse "ho ho" sound came from his throat, and his eyes finally revealed a hint of panic.

He even felt that Zhang Yi really wanted to kill him at this moment.

As his struggles gradually weakened, the hand that was claiming his life finally let go as if it had a change of heart.

Deng Shentong slid down the wall weakly, covering his neck and coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

His mouth was full of blood, and the blood foam he coughed out dyed his white clothes red, mixing with the wine stains. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was wine or blood.

Deng Shentong gasped for air in exhaustion, his eyes full of disbelief. He looked up, like a white crane shot down by a hunting rifle, looking at the abuser with pain but still pride.

Zhang Yi still looked at him coldly and fiercely, with a hint of cruel pleasure in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dying toy.

He wanted to break this pure white rose, watch him suffer pain, despair and humiliation, trample him into the dirt, and make him struggle and beg for mercy.

This is the only way to relieve the hatred in my heart!

“…Cough cough!” Deng Shentong’s chest heaved violently, and it took him a long time to regain some consciousness from the feeling of near death.

He looked up at Zhang Yi, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat.

Zhang Yi looked at him sarcastically and said slowly, "You think I'm disgusting? Then what about your current situation? How does it feel to be stepped on by your own dog?"

Deng Shentong seemed to have no awareness of being controlled by others. He raised his face proudly with a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem... Is this all you can do?"

He raised his eyebrows provocatively and said in a hoarse voice: "If you have the guts, cough! If you have the guts, kill me!"

Despite looking so embarrassed, Deng Shentong's expression actually revealed an innate arrogance, as if he didn't take Zhang Yi seriously at all.

Zhang Yi suddenly laughed ferociously, and he stared at Ipsilon, who was still confused about the situation, with a creepy look.

After a long stalemate, Zhang Yi suddenly moved.

Just as Deng Shentong subconsciously raised his hand to block, thinking that he was going to attack again, Zhang Yi looked at him with an ambiguous look, suddenly turned around and left the room.

Deng Shentong's heartbeat gradually calmed down. He thought the torture was over. He wiped the blood from his mouth and nose and struggled to stand up.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, with the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly, Zhang Yi's huge shadow enveloped him again, and then his jaw was suddenly pinched, forcing him to tilt his face up and open his lips.

A stream of warm liquid like water suddenly poured into his throat, mixed with the taste of blood in his mouth. Deng Shentong resisted violently, but the hands were like iron clamps, pinching his jaw so hard that it hurt.

After being forced to swallow the bowl of liquid, Zhang Yi's strength finally relaxed a little. Deng Shentong struggled violently and knocked the bowl to the ground.

The crisp sound of porcelain breaking was heard, and he fell to his knees on the ground, coughing painfully. Because the water choked his trachea, every breath was excruciatingly painful.

“Hehe…hahahahaha——!”

Zhang Yi looked almost insane. He stared at the disheveled silver-haired man on the ground with murderous eyes, grabbed his hair and made him raise his face to look at him.

He said viciously: "Be clear about your position. If I want to..."

There was endless madness and paranoia in Zhang Yi's eyes, like an angry beast.

"I can destroy you at any time!" Zhang Yi roared in his ear.

Deng Shentong felt a tearing pain on his scalp and gasped for breath. It took him a long time to find his voice again: "Ahem...what did you give me to drink?!"

He seemed to sense that something was wrong. After the liquid entered his throat, it felt like fire burning his internal organs, and soon an unusual flush appeared on his face.

At this time, Zhang Yi let go of his hand, and Deng Shentong fell back to the ground.

Although his whole body was in pain, strangely, his burning body seemed to feel a little relieved after it came into contact with the cold tiles on the ground.

However, this little bit of coolness was like a drop in the bucket. Waves of heat surged in his body, and the rationality in his mind gradually turned into a mess.

"Ahem...ah...this is..."

Deng Shentong began to breathe heavily uncontrollably, and fine beads of sweat continued to seep out of his fair skin, wetting his already dirty expensive shirt and sticking to his tight body.

Deng Shentong quickly looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, with his long silver hair curled against his face, like a beautiful mermaid struggling to death.

Feeling his body slipping out of control, he bit his lips hard.

The pale pink lips soon oozed blood and turned bright red, adding a touch of voluptuousness to the entire cold face.

The pain brought him back a bit of clarity, but all his strength had been drained away by the drug. He could only lie on the ground, looking up at Zhang Yi with anger.

Deng Shentong panted and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty: "Haa, you...you drugged me?"

A playful smile appeared on Zhang Yi's lips. His eyes were gloomy, and he described the body of his defeated opponent with undisguised desire.

"What's the point of asking when you already know the answer?"

But he did not make any move. Instead, he waved his hands and said sarcastically, "Don't look at me with that chaste and heroic expression. I just did what your good fiancée once did."

"You can marry her with a clear conscience, but you find me disgusting?" Zhang Yi shook his head and chuckled:

"This is so unfair...Captain."

"This...what does this have to do with her! Uh..."

Deng Shentong's sanity could no longer sustain him and he could no longer recall other details. He looked at Zhang Yi with a blank look in his eyes.

"Oh, of course you don't remember."

Zhang Yi's eyes revealed sarcasm and some sadness, but they were quickly dispelled by his manic anger.

He pinched Deng Shentong's cheek and said word by word: "Because I drank that glass of wine."

Deng Shentong tried his best to avoid his hand by turning his face to the side, and fell to the ground exhausted. His whole body was burning, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence. As soon as he opened his mouth, his words were interrupted by his panting.

“Haa ...

He glared at Zhang Yi with hatred, but the other party just smiled and looked at him teasingly.

Deng Shentong felt a strong sense of uneasiness, his heart began to beat irregularly, and the surging adrenaline made the drug take effect faster.

What did Zhang Yi want to do? Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but were soon dispersed by the surging desire, and his eyes gradually became dazed and eager.

This feeling was too unfamiliar to him. He just felt hot, with heat waves surging from head to toe, and he urgently needed a little coolness.

Deng Shentong looked at Zhang Yi, his expression gradually revealing a hint of helplessness, but his dignity made him still raise his chin contemptuously, maintaining his pride like a nobleman in distress.

"Still not convinced? Open your eyes and take a good look at who is the master now!"

Zhang Yi was irritated by his appearance. He pinched Deng Shentong's face with one hand, forcing him to look up, and with the other hand he brought out a set of iron collars.

"Click!"

There was a sound of metal colliding, and Deng Shentong felt a chill on his neck, followed by a heavy feeling of restraint.

Deng Shentong's whole body trembled instantly. He looked at Zhang Yi with humiliation and disbelief, and uttered broken words: "Uh...you...! Haah, I'm going to kill you!"

What is Zhang Yi doing? Crazy!

"Be obedient and stay here."

After tying the end of the chain to the wall nearby, Zhang Yi seemed to be extremely satisfied, and he squinted his eyes and smiled.

He stroked Deng Shentong's messy silver hair with intimacy and affection, as if he was playing with a little pet that was powerless to resist.

"What are you expecting? Don't worry, it's not that easy. That would be too easy for you."

Deng Shentong raised his eyes to look at him with difficulty, his eyes showing a hint of panic. He seemed to have guessed what Zhang Yi was going to do.

"Some things are far more terrible than death. Enjoy it, Captain."

After saying this, Zhang Yi let go of his hand, stood up, looked at Deng Shentong sarcastically, then turned and left the room.

Deng Shentong's weak roar came from behind him, but Zhang Yi's footsteps did not hesitate at all. A happy smile appeared on his face, and he disappeared outside the door.