"If you really don't like it, just kill me." Ye Qingzhou let the person in front of him pinch his neck, breathing a little difficult, and tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes due to the suffocation. At first he would struggle, but he would stop moving a few times. After all, you can't reason with a madman, and you won't kill him every time. But this time, he really wanted to die. He had nothing to exchange. Status, reputation, freedom, these can be exchanged for the safety of the teacher. It is a blessing. If there is anything else, then this is probably the only life left. Mo Ranxing despised Ye Qingzhou's resigned look. What's the point of something that won't fight back? He threw the person to the ground and looked down at him with a smile on his face. He mocked like a cat or dog, "Master Ye is a high-ranking immortal king." "How dare I, a disciple of a third-rate sect, touch you." Ye Qingzhou was hurt from being thrown, and the wounds that had not healed before began to ooze blood again. There were stains of blood on the already thin white clothes, and a few strands of hair fell down on his neck, which looked strange. Mo Ranxing squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, then leaned down and reached out to touch his face, "Has anyone ever said that Master Ye's face is more beautiful than that of a woman?"
Really not. Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but started to be confused. Why did he suddenly look confused? Before he could react, Mo Ranxing picked the person up from the ground and strode towards the bed, "Your uncle! Madman! What are you doing!?" The more the person on his shoulders struggled, the happier Mo Ranxing became. Punishment alone was too monotonous, so he thought of a more torturous method.
Purpose: A young man should have great ambitions and ride a horse across the plains.