Qin Qin watched the scene on the screen and saw a handsome boy around six or seven years old, howling in pain and being held down by someone, unable to move.
By her side, Mo Yunchen's phoenix eyes were blood red, his whole body emitting a murderous aura, like a demon king from Hell.
Qin Qin noticed something was off about Mo Yunchen and grabbed his hand. Mo Yunchen clutched her wrist tightly, his fingers digging into Qin Qin's skin. She slightly furrowed her brows but did not pull away.
"How is it, Mo Yunchen, stimulating right? These are treasures I've kept for over a decade, now I'm sharing them with you."
Mo Haoxuan laughed manically at the side.
Jing Zhiyue watched Mo Yunchen's crazed expression and glanced at the colorless and odorless Hallucination Incense burning in the corner, which she had prepared especially for Mo Yunchen to immerse him in pain without the ability to fight back.
