Once again on the verge of death, Chu Shaoyang felt that his lungs were about to explode.
He cursed Mo Chuan's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, and couldn't understand where this man came from.
He knew that the other party did not want his life, but just wanted to torture him and let him taste Shen Ning's torture.
Damn it!
His head was pulled out of the water again.
He slumped on the shore like a dying fish, his belly bulging high and his eyes rolled white.
Mo Chuan untied his acupuncture points, and he immediately turned over and vomited out the lake water in his stomach.
"Are you satisfied?" When Chu Shaoyang had almost vomited, Mo Chuan tapped his acupuncture points again, grabbed his wet hair, and looked at him condescendingly.
"You are an onion and a garlic, why should you stand up for her! I tell you, either you kill me, otherwise the torture you inflicted on me today will be doubled sooner or later. Give it back to you!”
Chu Shaoyang's eyes were filled with anger and he shouted viciously.
"Very good. If you have the ability, come to me. How can you be a hero if you go to bully a weak and helpless woman? Chu Shaoyang, are you a man?" Mo Chuan rarely gets angry, but today his His chest almost exploded, and the inexplicable rage made him want to kill the man in front of him.
"Only my woman knows whether I am a man or not!" Chu Shaoyang smiled ferociously, "Do you like that ugly monster? It's a pity that she is my, Chu Shaoyang's, woman. As long as I don't let her go, She will never want to leave here! I might as well tell you that I haven’t touched her yet, but if you dare to provoke me again, I will let you see with your own eyes how she cries and begs for mercy under me! One day, she will be my Chu Shaoyang’s woman forever! You want her unless I die!”
He was dripping with water all over his body and was in a miserable state, but the vicious words coming out of his mouth made people shudder.
"Chu Shaoyang!" Mo Chuan raised his right palm.
He knew that Chu Shaoyang would definitely keep his word. If he tortured him again, this guy would be able to do anything!
Unless... kill him!
He gritted his teeth and slowly pressed his right palm on Chu Shaoyang's head.
Chu Shaoyang felt as if there was a huge boulder pressing down on his head. The weight was so heavy that he couldn't bear it. The pressure made his neck bones rattle and almost break.
But he opened his eyes hard and stared at Mo Chuan.
"Kill, kill me, and that woman will be yours!"
The muscles on his face were distorted, and he was completely different from the handsome man he usually was.
Mo Chuan stared at the almost unfamiliar face in front of him. What he saw from this face was only crazy anger and no fear of death.
His heart jolted.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mo Chuan stopped when his palm was only three inches away from Chu Shaoyang's head.
"If you want to kill, just kill, stop talking nonsense!"
Mo Chuan stared deeply into his eyes, his eyes gradually becoming clearer.
"Chu Shaoyang, you are such a blind man, an idiot, and a fool!" He said coldly and sarcastically: "You dare to do it, but you don't even have the courage to admit it!"
Chu Shaoyang roared angrily: "Who do you think you are! You are worthy of teaching me a lesson!"
Mo Chuan slowly retracted his palm and looked at him with a trace of compassion in his eyes.
"You are holding a treasure in your hand, but you don't know it. When you lose it, you will regret it! Chu Shaoyang, if I don't kill you, I will wait for the day you regret it!"