Tanuki cat, just the beginning.

In that dimly lit room, for three days and three nights, all kinds of fluffy animals were delivered to him one after another, and if he did not strangle them to death, he would be beaten very harshly, and his skin would be open and bloody.

This kind of mental adjustment that destroys the young child and makes him collapse.

One small life after another, passed away from his hands.

From panic to numbness.

The demonic laughter never escaped from the ears: "Very good, little bastard, you are very talented. He is a natural killer, and in the future, he will send you some interesting things to practice every day. ”

Five-year-old Mo Yan, behind the black blindfolded cloth towel, there was no trace of childish innocence in the dark pupils, only a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

He sank into the abyss of pain, suffocated, and even if he opened his mouth, he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to kill himself.

Over and over again in his mind, he imagined that he was holding a sword and stabbing it into his neck one by one, just as he had brutally tortured those stuffed animals, showing the same painful expression before death as they did.

……

Zi Qianmo, who had already found a comfortable place to sleep in the palm of Mo Yan's warm palm, had just squinted for a while, and felt as if his body was being held tightly by something, a little painful, and he was about to lose his breath.

As the pain became stronger and stronger, Zi Qianmo had to wake up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a terrifying scene -

I'm a man!

Mo Yan actually pinched her body with one hand and pinched his own neck with the other!

She is in the state of Yang God out of body, in the final analysis, it is a soul body, not an entity, coupled with her more than 4,900 years of soul cultivation attainments, even if she is pinched hard, it will not be good, let alone lose her breath, at most it will hurt a little and lose a few hairs.

But Mo Yan is different, he is human!

An eighteen-year-old boy from a human race! A living man of flesh and blood, a body!

Looking at the force with which he pinched his neck, it was comparable to pinching her, or even more ruthless. Even the handsome face has turned purple due to lack of oxygen, and the green tendons at the corners of the forehead have bulged violently.

He's going to die!

Realizing this, a panic of anger rose in Zi Qianmo's heart.

Oh yes!

finally chose someone, Nima still has the problem of hurting people and self-harm in her sleep!

"Stop!"

In a hurry, Zi Qianmo shouted.

But how high can a seven or eight-year-old girl's voice go?

Looking at Mo Yan's painful and almost hideous appearance, he was obviously frightened by a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

In desperation, Zi Qianmo could only take the second method - Dream Demon Technique!

This is not a serious sorcery, it belongs to the side door. In the rumors that are circulated in the market, there are often glamorous goblins who fall into dreams and merry scholars, and the spring breeze once or something, and then the scholars are sucked by the goblins Yuanyang essence.

When she was in Kunlun Demon Mountain, she had read a lot of books, otherwise how could she be called Bai Ze, who knew the affairs of the world, passed it, and knew the future.

The magic of dreaming is unfaulted in itself.

The ones who are wrong are those who use this technique to do some shameful evil things after falling asleep.

Ziqian Mo is to save people, and the starting point is different.

She separated a wisp of soul thought, like a thin needle, and pierced into Mo Yan's eyebrow spiritual domain.