How can Dong Changyou be in pain and not want to live, but he can't die?

Zhou Yinchen saw Ye Mujing's panicked appearance, and suddenly had inspiration.

He tore off Ye Mujing's hair, bit his fingers again, and smeared his own blood on his lips.

Ye Mujing inhaled the burning incense of the ever-bright lamp, his head was groggy, and he didn't notice Zhou Yinchen's intentions for a while.

Instinct made him retreat, but Zhou Yinchen's strength was surprisingly great.

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing...... How do you ...... It's really like Sister A......" Zhou Yinchen combed Ye Mujing's hair with his fingers.

Ye Mujing's gaze crossed Zhou Yinchen, past Dong Changyou, who made him disgusted and self-abandoned, and landed on the portrait on the wall.

He suddenly remembered that he was scolded by his father for making a mistake as a child and threw himself into his mother's arms.

He misses that time so much, and he hopes that he can have an embrace to accept his weak self.

"Queen Mother...... "Ye Mujing's eyes were red, and she murmured.

Zhou Yinchen, who has been through the wind for a long time, doesn't know how many young masters he has coaxed.

At this moment, he seems to have changed back to the merry man he was back then.

He untied Ye Mujing's fox fur and coaxed softly, "Ah Jing, do you miss Sister A?" She misses you in the other world, too. If she had known that you were being bullied, she would have punished that person more harshly than I did. ”

"No one bullied me...... I do it all voluntarily......" Ye Mujing's blood-stained lips trembled, but tears slipped down his cheeks.

Zhou Yinchen glanced back at Dong Changyou - he closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to see Ye Mujing.

A grim smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Yinchen's mouth.

He stripped off Ye Mujing's clothes one by one, leaving only a thin piece of obscene clothes, which loomed in his figure.

Ye Mujing's limbs were weakened by the incense, and he cried weakly.

"Ah Jing, come, let's go to Sister Ah and talk to her." Zhou Yinchen pulled him close to the portrait of Zhou Qingyuan.

The woman in the painting is lifelike, and the gentle but imposing phoenix eyes gaze at the night Mujing, as if there are a thousand words.

Ye Mujing looked at those eyes, remembering all the stupid things he had done for Ling Shang, abandoning the crown prince, letting others violate him without shame, and even looking for a short-term ......

If my mother knew that she had made a fool, how disappointed and distressed she should be......

Zhou Yinchen took out a candle from the cabinet, lit it on the ever-bright lamp, and held it to Dong Changyou's head.

Dong Changyou still closed his eyes, but he clearly felt a fiery light shining on his forehead.

A drop of hot wax oil to his forehead.

Dong Changyou's whole body trembled, and his throat let out a painful muffled grunt, but he couldn't say a word because his mouth was sealed.

"Master, open your eyes. Otherwise......" Zhou Yinchen approached the candle to one of his eyelids, "The wax oil dripping on your eyes is even more uncomfortable than just now." ”

Zhou Yinchen's voice was soft and ambiguous, and his tone was creepy and vicious.

Dong Changyou opened a slit slightly, his body struggled and twisted, and then he was bound more tightly by the crocodile armor, and a flustered sweat broke out on his body.

"Ah Jing said, I punished you not to vent for him, but for myself." Zhou Yinchen still didn't move the candle.

Dong Changyou tightly locked his brows, trying to avoid the wax oil that had gathered more heavily and was about to drip down.

"Actually, Ah Jing is right, I hate you more than everyone else hates you - so I guess I want you to taste life is worse than death." Zhou Yinchen smiled extremely weirdly.

Dong Changyou no longer tried to avoid the wax, and his face even showed a sense of frustration in giving up the struggle.

"Do you know what hurts the most?" Zhou Yinchen asked.

Dong Changyou's eyes were full of mockery.