Chapter Seventy

There was a dead silence in the ears, as if all sounds were isolated from the thick darkness.

Wen Jianyan's heart was beating wildly, and it was as if there was a bird fluttering its wings in his stomach, and the intense sound of blood hitting the eardrum echoed in his ears, and the white noise was pulled out.

His face was pale, but his expression was calm. He exhausted all his strength and struggled to control every nerve and muscle, trying not to show real panic.

Be calm, be arrogant, be arrogant!

Never let the other party see your bluff!

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes trembled, and he raised them slightly cautiously, looking at the other party secretly through the gaps in the eyelashes.

Suddenly, he met a pair of golden eyes that were neither sad nor happy.

The man lowered his eyes and stared at him silently. His metallic pupils shone with a cold light in the darkness, giving him a blood-curdling sense of cruelty.

Wen Jianyan took a breath involuntarily, and his heart beat again.

hold on hold hold!

Less than ten minutes left!

As long as he can survive until the end of the dungeon, he will win.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can't watch it!"

"Actually, after watching the recordings of the first two dungeons, I felt that this liar should surely die, but now I'm not so sure..."

"Can the anchor survive this time? I'm determined to leave, my friends!"

"Speaking of which, the anchor's current appearance is really awkward. I hate that the boss has no heart! What can't be solved after a stir-fry meal!"

"??? Stop, stop, this kind of thing can't be broadcast in the live broadcast room!"

As if knowing what Wen Jianyan was thinking, the icy darkness entangled again, tightly bound the young man's scarred wrists, and dragged him up from the ground again.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't struggle, allowing himself to be dragged closer.

The man's pale and handsome face was getting closer and closer.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help the hairs all over his body standing on end, like a cat reacting to stress, he involuntarily stretched his back.

The darkness was like silk, wrapping around the young man's slender and fragile neck, forcing him to raise his head.

Wen Jianyan watched the other party leaning down.

The long hair, as cold as running water, fell down and fell gently on Wen Jianyan's skin, bringing a shivering itch.

"Do you really think I'll forget?"

The man said slowly.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

The other party reached out and pressed Wen Jianyan's left chest. His movements were not heavy. His cold palm was pressed against the young man's warm skin, causing goosebumps layer after layer:

"—what does your love and devotion mean?"

The man raised the corners of his lips in an unclear manner, and said in a low voice.

Wen Jianyan's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his mind went blank at that moment, only two words were left echoing:

It's over.

This ghost is ready to turn over the old score! !

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt the darkness around his neck tighten instantly. He could hear the gurgling sound of his larynx under the heavy pressure, and the air was squeezed out from his lungs. The feeling of lack of oxygen made him dizzy.

Wen Jianyan's eyes went black for a while, and he felt that his consciousness was being pulled away little by little.

Oh shit!

As long as the other party remembers to turn over the old score, based on his actions in the first two dungeons, he will definitely not be able to survive!

Anyway, his chances of surviving were probably reduced to 0, so Wen Jianyan simply broke the can.

The anger that had been smoldering since being dragged into this **** live broadcast room for no reason suddenly burst out.

Wen Jianyan raised a pair of amber eyes that glistened with water, stared fiercely at the other party, raised the corners of his lips, and squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty:

"It means... as long as I get the chance, I will stab you to death next time."

The young man's eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of his eyes were stained with fragile red. His body was like a pure white lamb, spread out in front of his eyes defenselessly, unable to resist under the powerful inhuman force.

However, he was smiling, baring his white teeth, like a wolf that would not let go of its prey, with a fierce light shining in his eyes:

"So you have the guts, this time, kill me."

"Coward."

In the next second, the pressure on his throat suddenly released.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The dry and cold air rushed into the lungs in an instant, scratching the throat sorely.

Wen Jianyan coughed heart-piercingly, as if she wanted to cough up her lungs, her eyes overflowed with physiological tears, and her eyes were flushed from the end of her eyes to her cheekbones.

?

what happened?

This is loose?

...don't kill him?

Wen Jianyan's brain was a little confused due to lack of oxygen.

This ghost is **** insane, right? !

Sorry?

In the next second, the other party's hand climbed onto the young man's neck, and his cold fingertips casually caressed the red marks left by the two strangulations on the other party's neck.

The bright red color was particularly dazzling on the pale skin, and it was hot to the touch, forming a strong temperature difference with the man's temperatureless fingertips.

Wen Jianyan's back stiffened suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at the ghost in front of him in surprise.

He recalled the cruel words he said just now under the surge of adrenaline, and immediately persuaded him back, and couldn't help but beat his heart.

Could it be that…

Does the other party feel annoyed by strangling him like this?

Are you going to add a few more entertainment items before killing him?

The man bent down, stared at the young man in front of him with those emotionless golden eyes, and gently placed his fingertips on his jawline, stroking upwards little by little.

Cold fingertips pressed Wen Jianyan's lips.

After the life-and-death frontline just now, the human lips were hot and trembling slightly, and the warm breath overflowed from the slightly parted lips, and sprayed tremblingly on the fingertips.

"You have a nasty mouth."

The man rubbed the other's lower lip slowly, watching the paleness that had lost its color be replaced by bright red little by little, like crushed petals, overflowing with bright and sweet flower juice.

The cold fingertips pried open the snow-white teeth, followed the gaps between the teeth little by little, and finally pressed on the wet and soft tongue, teasing and playing with the young man's tongue.

He leaned over slightly, with a frightening elegance in his cold golden pupils, and a frightening smile:

"And a troublesome tongue."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Get off your uncle!

Although she was gnashing her teeth in her heart, Wen Jianyan knew very well what it means to play by ear and follow the trend.

His eyes were bent, and there was a little hot red at the end of his eyes. There were still tears in his amber eyes, but the warm tip of his tongue wrapped around it tamely and softly, and even sucked it gently. .

The man's pupils shrank subconsciously, and he pulled out his fingers abruptly.

He frowned, staring fixedly at the young man in front of him, his expression a bit cloudy and uncertain.

Wen Jianyan's gagged mouth was finally free.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and licked his numb side cheeks with the tip of his tongue, then raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, his voice was still hoarse, but he was already smiling:

"Really? I thought you liked my tongue."

He narrowed his light-colored eyes slightly, and said provocatively:

"There's a lot to do besides talk."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass... I... I'm dumbfounded..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can't help but chirping Stand up!"

"Who can stand this! Who can stand it! I can't stand it!"

"..."

The air fell into silence for a while, and the dark and depressing atmosphere expanded, and there was a sense of horror that was about to explode, like an explosive/powder barrel that was about to be stained, which was daunting.

Finally, a low laugh sounded, the man squinted his golden eyes, and said lightly, "I agree."

This time it was Wen Jianyan's turn to be stunned.

agree to what?

In the next second, his body was dragged up again by that terrifying force, and his whole body was dragged in front of the man.

"It's a bet on the ownership of your soul, isn't it?"

The man raised his hand to pinch the young man's chin, and the depths of his golden pupils were filled with hungry and passionate flames: "Since this is the case, from today onwards, you are my bishop."

He smiled, and pressed his other hand on the young man's lower abdomen, with a slight force from his cold fingertips, the sharp nails easily cut open the fragile skin.

"Well!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he almost cried out in pain, but his trembling panting and muffled grunts were swallowed back into his throat.

The cold and merciless pain stirred in his lower abdomen, the flesh was cut open, and the scalding scarlet blood gushed out from the wound, dripping down on his feet.

The dark and strange lines of the spell were re-dyed with scarlet blood.

It hurts so much.

Wen Jianyan has never been in such pain before, all the parts of his body covered by tattoos began to burn abnormally, as if some living thing was struggling to get out from under the skin, from the soul to the bone marrow uncontrollably It hurts.

His eyes darkened for a while, and he couldn't help raising his hand to grab the shoulder of the man in front of him.

The other party did not slow down at all.

The young man's white body was tense and trembling in severe pain, his skin was wet with sweat, and his whole body was almost exhausted. It was only because of the invisible force wrapped around his body that he did not curl up and fall down.

The lines of spells on his body faded little by little, but the tattoo on his abdomen seemed to be stained with ink, and it looked even darker and dazzling under the scarlet blood, like some kind of complicated and ancient spell, which was deeply branded Into the depths of the texture.

It cannot be washed off, it cannot be gouged out.

After an unknown amount of time, this seemingly endless torture finally stopped.

The man withdrew his hand lightly and licked off the blood left on his fingertips. He lowered his head and admired the new work he had left on the other's body.

The blood was wiped off, and on the pale skin, there was a faint golden glow deep in the dark lines, like some kind of ancient totem, deeply imprinted on the lower abdomen near the hip bone.

The young man's body trembled intermittently, his black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, his amber pupils were half-closed, the pupils were slightly dilated, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, falling to the ground drop by drop, mixed with blood Together.

"this is my name."

The ancient and cruel **** smiled, and he leaned close to Wen Jianyan's ear, with a soft and hoarse voice:

"Witch Candle."

"That way you can't get away, my bishop."