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

After hearing these words, Deng Shentong's body trembled violently, and his clenched hands gradually lost strength and slowly loosened.

His eyes became empty, as if his soul had been taken away from him. Despair surged into his heart like a tide, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's expression and laughed sarcastically, "You are beginning to be merciful to me at this time? You better think about it. This is your last chance. You may be lenient, but I will not."

Deng Shentong murmured to himself in a low and hoarse voice: "...Do you hate me so much?"

A cold arc appeared on Zhang Yi's lips. His inky black eyes were burning with rage, as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I hate you!"

"I hate your self-righteousness, your coldness, and the way you treat me like a dog that you can summon at will and send away at will!"

"Who am I, Zhang Yi? Everything I have done, including staying by your side and letting you command me, is not all because of you? I have done so many things, all my efforts, can they be kicked away in front of your so-called power transaction?!"

At the end of his words, Zhang Yi's voice trembled with anger. He suddenly grabbed Deng Shentong's shoulders, jumped up and pressed the other person under him.

The situation suddenly changed dramatically. Zhang Yi, who was originally at a disadvantage, suddenly became the master. He tightly pinched Deng Shentong's slender neck, and a paranoid and crazy smile appeared on his face.

"As long as I don't tell you, you won't understand... What exactly did I give up for you..."

"You only care about yourself! Only your career and interests!"

His eyes were filled with a trace of uncontrollable madness and determination, as if he had lost his mind, and he muttered to himself: "Your life is mine... No one can take you away from me! You belong to me for the rest of your life! Don't even think about leaving me! Even if I die, you can only die in my hands!"

Deng Shentong closed his eyes in pain, tears slid down his cheeks, mixing with sweat and soaking his clothes.

He slowly turned his head, avoiding the other person's gaze, and said hoarsely: "Kill me, Zhang Yi."

Hearing this, the smile on Zhang Yi's face became more ferocious and twisted. He lowered his body and moved closer to the other person, gnashing his teeth and whispering, "You want to die?! I tell you, Deng Shentong, it's not that easy!"

Zhang Yi's eyes were filled with malice and pleasure, and then he uttered a creepy sneer: "I once gave you a chance, but you didn't use it!"

"From now on, as long as I am still alive in this world, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death! Even if I become a ghost, I will follow you to hell together!"

The last sentence lingered in the air like a curse for a long time.

Deng Shentong suddenly widened his eyes and glared at Zhang Yi, biting his lips tightly, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with all his strength: "Zhang Yi! You mad dog!"

Zhang Yi laughed wildly, and the resentful aura seemed to devour everything around him.

"Yeah... I'm a mad dog." He suddenly loosened his hands that were originally tightly strangling Deng Shentong's neck, but his eyes were still staring at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Deng Shentong's face, which was as delicate and beautiful as porcelain, in an extremely intimate but humiliating manner.

Zhang Yi's fingers were rough and hot, and every touch made Deng Shentong's body tremble involuntarily.

At the same time, his deep and hoarse voice sounded like a devil's curse in Deng Shentong's ears: "What do you count as if you were bitten by a dog?"

Deng Shentong trembled slightly. He had heard too many humiliating words and no longer had the strength to refute.

"...Zhang Yi, you really don't want to leave yourself any way out?"

"Hahahaha... a way out? Have you ever given me a way out?" Zhang Yi seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. His eyes were filled with anger and despair. He said viciously, "I leave Blizzard City and watch you get married with peace of mind. Do you think this is my way out?"

He kept shaking his head, his face full of sadness and determination: "From the moment you left me without looking back, there was no turning back between us."

After a breathtaking silence, Deng Shentong suddenly put away his tearful expression, raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, staring coldly at the almost insane man in front of him: "Zhang Yi, it seems that I was right."

"After saying so much, you are still begging me to look at you more. You look like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy now!"

When he said the last sentence, Deng Shentong deliberately emphasized his tone, with undisguised sarcasm and contempt.

His clothes were dishevelled and he looked dishevelled, but his expression was as proud and arrogant as a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow. Although he was clearly at a disadvantage, he seemed to be standing in the clouds, overlooking Zhang Yi.

Deng Shentong said with some disdain: "If I show you a little care now, will you burst into tears of gratitude and even kneel down?"

For a moment, the fragility revealed by the silver-haired man made Zhang Yi feel that he was too rough.

He was almost deceived by that pretty face, forgetting that she was not someone who could be manipulated by others. Under the beautiful appearance, there was a cold and cruel heart.

Zhang Yi once admired this dangerous and charming charm, until Deng Shentong's words pierced deep into his heart like an extremely sharp sword, and then he realized how hateful this sharp-tongued mouth was.

He was like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time. All his fragility and pain were disguised. He was just waiting for Zhang Yi to say those heartfelt words before killing him with one blow!

Deng Shentong was still the arrogant Deng Shentong. No matter how carefully he watered the rose, as long as he got close to it, he would be pierced all over by the thorns of the rose.

"Hehe... Hahahaha! Yeah, now you only have this mouth to show off your power." After a moment, Zhang Yi laughed wildly, with a cruel light dancing in his eyes.

He pinched Deng Shentong's chin hard, his heavy breath hitting his face, and raised the corner of his mouth with a playful and threatening look:

"If you only seek temporary pleasure from words, you will only be insulted more severely. Don't you understand this truth?"

Deng Shentong couldn't help but raise his head, his face full of pain, his brows tightly knitted, and he gasped softly. However, there was a playful light flashing in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, opened and closed his bloodless lips slightly, and blew slowly towards Zhang Yi:

"Is this all you can do? If you have the guts, try and see if you can really kill me."

"Even if I only have my last breath left, I will never give in to you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely distorted, hideous and terrifying.

He was furious and reached out to grab Deng Shentong's waist, pulling him hard and pressing him under him.

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and said viciously:

"Okay! I will make you cry and beg me!"

Deng Shentong panted and looked at Zhang Yi. He laughed contemptuously, his eyes shone frighteningly bright in the dim light: "Besides venting your animal desires like this, what else can you do? Trash!"

"I really should tear your mouth off..."

Zhang Yi laughed grimly: "Sorry, I can only bite you!"

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Deng Shentong's silver hair, bit his lips, and ravaged him madly.

Deng Shentong was unable to break free from his iron-like arms, so he bit his tongue hard. The smell of blood instantly filled their mouths.

The iron chains clanked against each other and the bed frame shook violently. They were like two ferocious beasts entangled in each other. Every time they exerted force, the bed frame was under tremendous pressure. It creaked under the heavy load and seemed to be groaning in pain.

Hot breaths and heavy gasps mixed together, like love and hatred, desire and pain.

There are too many things between them that cannot be explained clearly, and this moment of decadence seems to be a brief relief from reality.