Married and Obedient to the Husband

"How are you going to beg me, Mo'er?" Ye Wuchang looked at Yan Mo and smiled lowly. Seeing Yan Mo's sad appearance at this moment, he actually felt heartbroken.

Hell, he should hate him, he should hate him.

Ye Wuchang desperately reminded himself of the scene where his father was pierced by Yan Mo with an arrow, and his uncle was unbearably insulted, under the watchful eyes of everyone, so many people jumped on him.

The man he hated was his father, the father who gave birth to him and raised him.

The hatred in his heart swallowed Ye Wuchang's last bit of reason and compassion, he held Yanmo's chin fiercely, his expression was cold and evil.

"Kill me." Yanmo's heart was completely numb from the shock. In the current situation, he only wanted to die. Perhaps death was the greatest relief for him, so that no one would have to suffer and be hurt anymore.

"Is it that cheap?" Ye Wuchang suddenly laughed when he heard Yan Yanmo's words.

"My uncle has been hurt unbearably by so many people, all thanks to you, do you think I will let you die so easily?" Ye Wuchang asked coldly.

Yanmo's mind was muddled, and he didn't even hear clearly what Ye Wuchang said in his desperate desire to die.

Just blindly said: "I'm sorry."

"If you want me to let those people go, there is always a price to pay." Ye Wuchang smiled wickedly, and suddenly tore off the clothes on Yanmo's body.

Yan Mo froze, and pushed Ye Wuchang in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" Ye Wuchang was also smiling, but that smile was too vicious.

"Since you begged me, I promise you to let those people from the Yanjiabao go, but some things always have to pay a price, what are you asking me for? Now you only interest me in your body gone."

Yan Mo was stiff all over, looking at Ye Wuchang in surprise, this is his A Rui?Is this Ye Wuchang who took good care of him and held him in his palm?

Yan Mo was confused, the rain from the sky made him cold all over, and his heart was even colder, and the cold man shivered.

No, he couldn't, he couldn't, in full view.

Yanmo was stunned, and began to shake his head desperately, tears falling silently: "Please, Ah Rui, don't do this, let them go and let me do whatever you want."

Ye Wuchang smiled cruelly, stretched out his hand and patted Yan Mo's bloodless face: "Mo'er, we already have children, why do you mind doing this? Or you want to watch them die."

Ye Wuchang's expression turned cold, and he pointed at the remaining people in the Yan Family Fort.

Ye Wuchang's voice came, no doubt giving orders to those members of the Devil's Cult, and the weapons put down by the members of the Devil's Cult began to wave again.

"No, let go of our sect master." After a moment of astonishment, the Yan Family Fort people came to their senses and glared at Ye Wuchang with hatred and hatred.

"They want to die, so I can't blame me." Ye Wuchang smiled coldly, raised his finger, and made a killing gesture.

"and many more."

Yan Mo suddenly stopped him, his voice came out sadly in the vast rain.

I don't care about life anymore, what else is there to care about?

If this body can be exchanged for the lives of these people, so what if it is taken away, this kind of humiliation will be passed by gritting one's teeth, at worst, one will die, and return to ashes from now on.

Yanmo stretched out his trembling hands, and unbuttoned his clothes one by one. Ye Wuchang stared at him coldly, not waiting for the slightest warmth.

Bai Yu's body was slowly reflected, Ye Wuchang raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

Smiling cruelly, he didn't know what a heinous thing he was doing. He actually wanted to touch his lover in full view.

Just to get revenge on him, revenge on Yanmo who loved him deeply and didn't do anything to betray him.

Ye Wuchang waved his hand, and the members of the Demon Cult swung their backs, forming a circle around them, leaving only Yan Mo and Ye Wuchang in the circle.

Those Yanjiabao people were almost starved, and tried to rush over several times, but were blocked by the people from the Devil's Cult.

Ye Wuchang squatted down slowly, looked at Yan Mo's white and smooth body, and slowly ran his fingers across Yan Mo's body: "It's so beautiful."

He admired, stuck out his tongue and licked Yan Mo's snow-white body.

Yan Mo closed his eyes in despair, his body sank, and was pushed down by Ye Wuchang on the bluestone slab below him, the bluestone slab was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

Ye Wuchang's clothes were neatly pressed on Yan Mo's body, his hands supported Yan Mo's sides, and he sneered evilly: "I will scream louder later, until I am satisfied, otherwise I will be unhappy, maybe They will still kill those people in Yanjiabao."

Yanmo closed his eyes and said nothing, Ye Wuchang's fingers picked up the robe under him and tore off the last barrier on his body.

He kept his eyes closed, not having the courage to open them.

What's the matter, just let it go, bear it.

Yanmo gritted his teeth, the taste of blood was everywhere in his mouth, the man on top of him hugged his body forcefully and kissed him passionately, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of heat, only the coldness.

The coldness that wiped out all his enthusiasm, in the sacred place of Yanjiabao, in this place full of his important relatives, he was invaded by the enemy who killed his relatives with his legs open.

And this enemy was the one he once loved deeply.

Outside are the people who are still alive in Yanjiabao, they watched themselves being abused.

How ironic all this is, Yan Mo was trembling all over, although he thought he wouldn't care, but when he really got to this point, he wished he could die immediately.

His heart was vomiting blood, he was torn to pieces, it wasn't enough, he had to cut it down again and again.

Ye Wuchang smiled cruelly, slowly opened Yanmo's legs and entered without mercy.

He kissed Yanmo's earlobe, and said in a low voice: "Scream, scream louder, otherwise..." The threat is self-evident.

The rainwater under her was icy cold, but the man's body was so hot, her body was pierced and filled to the brim with the man.

At that sensational moment, he couldn't feel any joy.

He fell layer by layer in the endless hell until he was knocked down to the eighteenth layer of hell, beyond redemption.

The bluestone slab under him was so thick that his hands couldn't grasp it at all, so Yan Mo could only insert his helpless hands tightly into his own palms, causing his own blood to be bloody.

He couldn't hear the shouts of people outside, and he couldn't feel the joy, but he was forced to make the so-called joyful sound.

The person on the body seemed satisfied and kissed his face.

Afterwards, there was a fierce sprint, just for the sake of physical excrement and venting, Yanmo's body passively endured it, like a boat bumping in the waves, ups and downs.

The body suddenly spun, Yan Mo was turned over, and entered again in another posture.

The man behind him was ruthless and fierce, Yan Mo hung his head, his tears had dried up, his eyes were dry, his mouth and fingertips were full of blood.

Ye Wuchang hugged Yanmo's body, possessing, playing with, and biting to his heart's content.

That kind of feeling is very strange, obviously he has revenge, why does he have an unprecedented sadness and sadness, why, at this moment, his heart hurts, he wants to stop hurting Yanmo, but the body does not listen to himself, only Passively to hurt the people below.

Yanmo's eyes became more and more hollow, and Ye Wuchang became more and more worried.

However, he couldn't stop. What's the matter? In the depths of his soul, another self seemed to be clamoring, angry, accusing himself of being inferior to a beast.

The rattling bell, which is far and near, has always been in the deepest part of his soul, controlling everything about him, even his soul.

The Holy Emperor, who was far away in Xifan, held a rattle and sat on a futon, surrounded by eight guardians, and a strange spell was lit in the middle of the incense burner.

The Holy Emperor frowned, his expression painful, the damn Ye Wuchang was resisting his spell again.

Ye Wuchang is becoming more and more uncontrollable and difficult to control.

Every time he tried to manipulate his will, he met with fierce resistance.

Fortunately, everything went according to his plan.

"I hate you."

In a trance, he vented all his xx, Ye Wuchang got up from Yanmo, Yanmo's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, Ye Wuchang heard these three words softly uttered by Yanmo.

Instinctively, Ye Wuchang's body trembled violently.

At that moment, a fear of killing all his emotions surfaced in his heart, he shook his head fiercely, got up from Yan Mo, his eyes became confused for a moment.

Ye Wuchang was really confused, another voice in his mind kept telling him not to be soft-hearted, it was Yan Mo, Yan Jiabao, or Emperor Dajingye who harmed him.

The sound came to the back of his mind along with a rattle of bells.control his soul.

Souls were mourning everywhere, and Ye Wuchang seemed to be a little clear-headed when he suddenly heard a sound like a broken string, which was very ear-piercing.

The Holy Emperor Xifan spat out a mouthful of blood, his body hit the ground heavily, and a puff of blue smoke came out of the rattle in his hand.

The Holy Emperor Xifan's face was not very good, with a pale face, he said displeasedly: "Oops, Ye Wuchang broke free from the shackles."

"Mo'er, I..."

Ye Wuchang looked at the scene in front of him, his expression changed drastically, it was all like a dream, he didn't even understand why he did this.

Ye Wuchang clutched his forehead in pain, and felt a splitting headache at this moment.

Yanmo's empty gaze could not reflect any shadow of affairs, only the three words "I hate you" lingered in Ye Wuchang's mind.

"Retreat, retreat."

Ye Wuchang struggled to say two words, he didn't dare to stay anymore, he knew clearly in his heart that if he stayed, it would only hurt Yanmo more.