Fallen At A Glance Chapter 17

you bastard

“Young Master, I didn’t expect you to be with such a demon to destroy our Qingyun Sect. I wonder how the Master of the Hanying Sect will deal with his disciple when he finds out.”

Yun Suishui pushed Lian Mu away and glared at Xiao Cheng, “I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t know him at all.”

“It’s okay,” Lian Mu said softly, “As long as I’m by your side, go ahead and kill him.”

After Lian Mu finished speaking, he just stood there quietly, like a patron saint, isolating all attacks and pressure, and creating an absolutely safe space for Zuo Zuizhi behind him.

With Lian Mu’s protection, Yun Zui completely let go of his hands and feet.

He no longer defended, but poured all his strength into offense. The resentful spirits that were chopped to pieces by Qingyun’s leader’s sword light instantly gathered together in Yun Suiran’s hands, and became even more violent.

“Go!”

Yun casually pointed with his fingertips.

All the resentful spirits seemed to have found an outlet. They no longer attacked Xiao Cheng. Instead, like a black tide, they bypassed Xiao Cheng’s frontal defense and surrounded him from all sides!Countless pale and withered hands grabbed his limbs, neck, and head.

At the same time, Lian Mu moved.

He formed a mysterious seal on his left hand and whispered the curse: “Forbidden·Bound”

In an instant, countless chains made of pure spiritual power, crystal clear as ice, emerged from the void, arrived first, and accurately wrapped around Xiao Cheng’s limbs and the sword.

Those chains were engraved with ancient runes, exuding a soul-freezing chill, and instantly sealed most of his spiritual power.

“Ah! You… you monsters!” Xiao Cheng struggled hard, but felt that the spiritual power in his body was like a frozen river, unable to flow any longer.

The hands of those evil spirits have grabbed him, tearing apart his flesh and soul.

“It’s over.”

Yun Ran looked at Xiao Cheng, who was bound by resentful spirits and ice chains and had a distorted face. There was no joy of victory on his face, only a look of indifference.

I finally avenged her.

Then…

Yun casually fell into Lian Mu’s arms…

…

Consciousness emerged from a dull dull pain.

Yun opened his eyelids casually and laboriously, but only touched a layer of soft and tough silk satin. His vision was filled with red-stained darkness. The red cloth clung to his eyelids, cutting off the light, but not the clear pain and shame on his body.

He moved, and a cold feeling of restraint immediately came to his wrists and ankles. It was the best white silk, tied tightly, and even tied with a tight knot.

He was fixed to the bed in a large shape, his waist and abdomen were weak, and his spiritual power was completely sealed, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

“Are you awake?”

A cold voice sounded from his side, without any warmth, but it pierced Yun Ran’s eardrum like an ice pick.

It’s Lian Mu.

Yun Sui’s heart suddenly sank, and he struggled a little harder, and a suppressed groan came from his throat. He wanted to curse, but found that his lips were chapped, and he could only let out a vague whimper.

“Well… Lian Mu, you…”

Before he finished speaking, his body was turned to one side, and a sharp pain exploded from his buttocks.

“Crack!”

It was a ruler or some kind of hard stick that hit his unsuspecting flesh firmly. The blow was hard and accurate, and it instantly brought out Yun Yiran’s anger and panic.

“You…” Yun Suiran was so angry that he was shaking all over, and the red cloth over his eyes was a little wet. He wanted to turn over and escape, but was firmly pinned by the restraints under him, and could only passively bear the sudden humiliation.

“You still know it hurts?” Lian Mu’s voice was close at hand, with an indifference like examining prey, “How dare you die with Xiao Cheng.”

There was another crisp “pop” sound, heavier than the last one.

Yun Sui could clearly feel the two round pieces of flesh being opened, and the burning pain spread quickly, almost swallowing him up. He gritted his teeth and refused to let out a cry of pain. Only his rapid breathing revealed his embarrassment at the moment.

Once, twice, ten times…

Lian Mu seemed to be very patient, counting the blows one by one, and each blow landed exactly in the same position, without any bias.

Yun Suiran’s butt soon became red and swollen, and the swollen flesh was trembling like two ripe peaches, covered with deep red stick marks.

Sweat and tears mixed together and soaked the red cloth that covered his eyes. Yun Suiran felt that he was going crazy.

Growing up, he was the only one who bullied others. When had he ever received such insults?Even his mother only whipped him and deprived him of food and water. He was tied to the bed like an animal, blindfolded, with his butt raised and beaten!

The humiliation overwhelmed him like a tide. He wanted to break free, but he was helpless.

“Are you convinced?” Lian Mu stopped, with an imperceptible breath in his voice.

Yun turned his head casually and stubbornly, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth with a strong nasal voice: “Dream!”

What he responded to was more intensive beatings.

This time, Lian Mu seemed to have lost his patience, and the sticks fell like raindrops, mercilessly hitting the already torn buttocks.

“Uh…ah…” Yun Suiran couldn’t help it anymore and cried out in pain. His tears could no longer be controlled and surged out, wetting the red cloth.

He was not in pain, but because of the extreme humiliation and anger.

After an unknown amount of time, the hellish beating finally stopped.

Lian Mu seemed to stand up and straighten his robes.

Yun Suiran was like a fish out of water, gasping for air, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, only the place where he was hit was burning, reminding him of everything he had just experienced.

He was still blindfolded, his hands and feet were tied, and he was lying there naked, waiting for an unknown fate.

The aftertaste of punishment still filled the air, and the only sound left in the room was Yun’s random, suppressed, intermittent gasps.

Lian Mu put down the ruler in his hand. The crisp sound was no longer replaced by the slight sound of the friction of clothing.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and the mattress sank slightly due to his weight, which seemed to make Yun Sui Sui’s heart tremble.

A slightly cold hand, slightly calloused, gently covered the edge of Yun Sui’s red and swollen buttocks.

Yun Sui’s whole body froze, almost instinctively trying to avoid it, and a resisting whimper escaped from his throat. The touch was like a piece of ice sticking to the hottest and most painful part of his body, making his hair stand on end.

“Don’t touch me…” His voice was extremely hoarse, with a strong nasal sound and a crying tone. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, full of grievances and stubbornness.

Lian Mu’s hand paused, but did not take it back. Instead, he stroked the injured skin more gently.

“Does it still hurt?” His voice was no longer as cold as before, but instead had a subtle hoarse tone.

Yun casually buried his face deeper, said nothing, and used silence to express his greatest dissatisfaction.

pain?More than just pain.

He felt that his butt no longer felt like his own, it was hot and swollen, and the burning pain hit him in waves, reminding him of the “torture” he had just suffered.

Lian Mu didn’t get a response, but he wasn’t annoyed either. His hand slowly moved up, gently brushing aside the sweat-soaked hair on Yun Sui’s forehead. His fingertips, with a strange soothing power, massaged his tight temples.

“I was too harsh.” Lian Mu’s voice was very soft, like a feather, gently scratching the tip of Yun Sui’s heart, “But you are not good, my dear Yiyi.”

He actually called him “baby”.

This extremely intimate title, uttered from this man’s mouth, carried a strange magic power, causing Yun’s heartbeat to skip a beat uncontrollably.

He still refused to raise his head, but his tense body relaxed a little unconsciously.

Lian Mu noticed the change in him, and his movements became gentler. He leaned down, and his warm breath sprayed on Yun Ran’s ears, with a bewitching meaning.

“So angry?” Lian Mu coaxed in a low voice, gently holding Yun’s bound wrist with his other hand, and gently rubbing the pulse on the inside of his wrist with his thumb, “I hit you for your own good. If you continue to act so willfully and dare to explode the elixir at will, next time, it won’t be so simple.”

There was a hint of vague threat in his tone, but his movements were so gentle that they could make water drop.

Yun Suiran couldn’t help it anymore. Full of grievance and unwillingness, he squeezed out a broken whimper from his throat: “You…you bastard…”

“Well, I’m a bastard.” Lian Mu actually followed his words, and there was even a hint of a barely audible smile in his tone, “I’m a bastard, it hurts me.”

As he spoke, he cast a spell to untie Bai Ling, carefully lifted Yun up a little, and let him lean into his arms.

Yun Sui wanted to struggle, but the severe pain behind him and the illusion of being partially unbound made him give up resistance. He was like a boneless rag doll, limply slumped in Lian Mu’s arms. The red cloth that blindfolded his eyes was still on, but it made him feel an unprecedented sense of security.

Lian Mu picked up the jade bottle that had been prepared nearby, poured out a little cool ointment, and applied it to Yun Ran’s red and swollen wounds bit by bit with great patience.

“Hiss…” The ointment touched the wound, bringing a refreshing sting, and Yun Suiran couldn’t help but flinch.

“Don’t move.” Lian Mu’s voice was full of tenderness. He lowered his head and pressed his warm lips gently on Yun Sui’s sweaty forehead, like a silent comfort and a brand.

“Take the medicine obediently, okay?” He used a consultative tone, but his undeniable dominance was still hidden under the gentleness, “When you feel better, I will take you to play.”

Yun’s breath stagnated casually, he wanted to say that he was not surprised.

But at this moment, leaning in this warm embrace, feeling the tenderness of his fingertips and the warmth of his lips, most of the resentment and hatred in his belly melted away like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

He still didn’t speak, but his tight lips loosened a little unconsciously.

Lian Mu knew that he had listened, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He continued to apply the medicine to him patiently, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a rare treasure.

The room became quiet, except for the sound of the two people’s intertwined breathing.

After a long time, just when Yun Suiran was about to fall asleep in this strange tranquility, Lian Mu’s low and sweet voice sounded above his head again, with an unprecedented seriousness and commitment:

“Yiyi, don’t leave me.”

Yun Ran’s body shook violently.

He didn’t answer.It’s just that under the red cloth covering his eyes, the corners of his originally tight mouth seemed to be… ever so slightly bent upward.