IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

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Mu Xingchen tried desperately to close his teeth, but the big hand that was pinching his chin was getting tighter and tighter, forcing him to keep his mouth open and endure the opponent's attack.

The moment his tongue, which was retracting inward, was touched by the demon's tongue, Mu Xingchen's head buzzed, and his unrestrained hand instantly summoned his natal sword. Unfortunately, he was restrained by the Soul Forbidden Lock for a long time, and before he could exert his strength, his wrist was firmly pressed to the ground by a wisp of demonic energy.

Damn devil!

Gu Chonglan didn't care about Mu Xingchen's resistance. He had a calm pair of eyes and licked Mu Xingchen's mouth rapidly with his tongue. Soon he squeezed the panicked and fleeing soft tongue into the corner, and hooked it with the tip of his tongue. A trembling numbness rushed to every part of the body.

Just when Mu Xingchen collapsed and wanted to break the restriction and fight the devil, Gu Chonglan stopped asking for more. He raised his head and stared at Mu Xingchen's blushing face with gloomy eyes. There was a murderous light in his eyes, as if he was the one who was disgusted just now.

But it was clearly him who stuck out his tongue.

Mu Xingchen's anger slowly cooled under Gu Zhonglan's gaze. He calmed down and gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go!"

"Who sent you?"

Hearing Gu Zhonglan's cold question, Mu Xingchen laughed in anger, "Your people captured me."

In fact, Gu Chonglan knew very well that he could not get any useful information from Mu Xingchen. This guy's memory of a few days ago was as vague as if covered by a layer of fog. The only information revealed in his clear memory of those days was that the old guy from Xiaoyao Sect told him that he was the only chance to change the fate of Xiaoyao Sect.

Ridiculous, just an ant that he could easily crush to death?

Feeling that Gu Zhonglan really had murderous intentions, Mu Xingchen calmed down completely and frowned, saying, "You have been searching my soul every day these past few days. You know better than me how I got here."

After five minutes of silent confrontation, Mu Xingchen was sweating coldly on his forehead as he faced Gu Chonglan, who was at an unknown level. When the demon who had pinched his chin finally let go of him and stood up, he immediately leaned to the side, gasping for breath, and silently put away his natal sword.

Gu Chonglan frowned and returned to the bed. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. The scarlet in his eyes became more obvious. He said in a cold voice, "Come here."

Mu Xingchen's first reaction was to summon his natal sword to fight this damn lustful demon, but then he suppressed this terrible thought.

He had just been to the gates of hell because of his impulsiveness. Now he should learn to be patient and put his personal honor and disgrace behind him for the sake of the sect.

Gu Zhonglan lay on his side on the bed, looking at Mu Xingchen who was walking towards him step by step with an expression of enduring humiliation, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I don't like men."

If you don't like a man, why would you stick out your tongue when he is passing on spiritual power?

Mu Xingchen didn't believe this nonsense. He walked to the bed and looked at Gu Chonglan with a questioning look. When he saw the big hand that had just pinched his chin gently patted the bed, his face froze and he stood there without moving.

Gu Chonglan was too lazy to waste time with Mu Xingchen. He used his magic to tie him up and threw him beside him. He picked up a healing pill and stuffed it into Mu Xingchen's mouth, saying lightly, "Swallow it when you can't hold on any longer."