But he was forcibly held down by several soldiers to prevent him from attacking and self-harming.

Gale Wind, who followed Suferman, shook his eyes and lost blood from his lips.

Su Feiman walked to the side of the bed coldly, looked at Jun Sanshao who was addicted to hair condescendingly, and his lonely and indifferent face showed a sarcastic look:

"My most proud godson, I have high hopes, but you have fallen to such a point, king you really disappointed me, for the sake of a woman, you actually degenerated!"

The sweat on Jun Sanshao's forehead on the bed was left behind, and he stopped struggling.

It's just that the look on his face is very painful, and he gritted his teeth desperately, biting his lips and teeth to ooze blood, and his pale and delicate handsome face became very weird.

The corners of his eyes were quietly stained with two red blood marks, and his purple lips were stained with gorgeous blood, as if blood droplets were falling on the purple flowers, lining his emaciated handsome face, there was a shocking demon beauty and ruthlessness, like a down-and-out demon king, who was forced to the extreme.

"Teach...... Father ...... "His tone was weak, his eyes were misty and unfocused, and he tried hard for a long time before he concentrated and shot at his godfather.

Even the focus of the eyes was blurry, but it was like a forest cold ice knife that suddenly flew out of the fog, stabbing people's hearts and feeling a chill down their backs.

The few men around him who pressed him were shocked.

The most important thing in their area is addiction and gentlemen, no matter how dog-like these people usually are, once they have an attack, they are tears and snot, regardless of any dignity and face, like a dog, desperately begging to suck him.

Losing his mind, fighting instinct, like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy, he is as ugly as he wants.

Ke Jun Sanshao started from the attack, although he was in pain and struggled, he never shouted to him to powder.

Even if he is almost completely sane by the addiction, he still maintains his dignity and arrogance, just like a high-minded and unruly king, who is all in the mud and is arrogant and standing in the dust.

Whether it is perseverance or will, it is far stronger than mediocre beings, reaching a realm that ordinary people cannot, and it can really suppress drugs and addictions, which is always different from them mortals.

"There is still reason, I underestimated your willpower, yes, very coarse." Su Feiman showed a bit of surprise, and his sinister eyes smeeked of conspiracy, "King, you have made me interested again. Makes me tempted to test if you can keep your instincts in check. ”

He slowly took out a packet of powder from his pocket and put it in front of Jun Sanshao's eyes, as long as he stretched out his hand, it was within reach.

King can endure it because he hasn't seen the poison directly, and because he can't get it, he can be more restrained.

But when this thing is placed in front of him, and it is within reach, this temptation and confusion have increased at least tenfold, can it still be restrained?

Su Feiman's dark eyes flashed, staring at Jun Sanshao tightly, not missing any reaction and action of this godson.

Jun Sanshao's body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes stared at the bag of things, his breathing was rapid and violent, and his pale handsome face was distorted by struggle.

"Come, my child, just take a sip and your pain will disappear and ascend to Elysium, but in an instant, come, why restrain your human instincts and release your most primary, wild instincts."

Sufeman's low and dark voice, like a shadow behind the light, spreads the wings of boundless darkness, blinds the world of reason, and provokes the most primitive desires and hopes in people's hearts.