The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Chapter 200 Self-indulgent

"I really don't know who gave you the confidence." Deng Mao sneered at the side, "How could such a noble man like the young master be interested in you? Still love you, stop dreaming!"

Deng Yuanbo just coldly twisted the beads in his hand and looked at Zhang Yi, his eyes as if he was already dead.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Zhang Yi seemed to have been drained of all his rationality and calmness. He stared at the two people in front of him with red eyes and struggled with all his strength, causing the iron bed to make a harsh sound.

"You can't do this to me! I want to see Deng Shentong, yes, I want to see him!" Zhang Yi spoke incoherently, each word filled with endless resentment and anger.

He could not accept the fate he was about to face, nor could he understand why the situation had turned out like this.

And when he mentioned Deng Shentong, a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes, as if he had grasped the last straw and found his backbone.

"Let him tell me this in person!" Zhang Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Deng Yuanbo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Want to see the supernatural power? Haha, young man, I think you are a little confused about the situation."

Deng Mao echoed, "Do you think he will come to save you? Don't waste your energy. The young master already knew all this."

After hearing this, Zhang Yi became even more agitated and struggled frantically: "You can't do this to me, let me go! I want to find out what's going on!"

However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free. His body was tightly locked in the chains and he could only twist in vain.

"I won't believe what you say. There must be a misunderstanding, there must be!" Zhang Yi's voice gradually became hoarse, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

He finally recovered his supernatural powers, and Deng Shentong was willing to recognize him, but now he was told that all this was false. How could he accept it? !

Deng Yuanbo and Deng Mao looked at each other with a hint of disdain in their eyes. Zhang Yi had fallen into despair, but they didn't care.

To them, Zhang Yi was just a domesticated animal, and now it was time to slaughter him.

"You will regret it!" Zhang Yi's eyes were full of hatred.

Deng Yuanbo walked up to Zhang Yi and looked down at him. "Regret? What is there to regret?"

"Don't forget, without the magic power to take you in, and without the Deng family spending a lot of resources on experiments, you would still be a worthless life, crawling around at the bottom."

"Now, you should be thankful that you have the opportunity to serve. At least your death has some value."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Deng Mao not to waste any more time and to start as soon as possible.

Deng Mao took the syringe and slowly walked towards Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi's eyes were full of anger and despair, and he struggled desperately, but everything was in vain.

Sweat soaked his back and his pupils contracted sharply due to extreme tension. At the critical moment of life and death, the instinct for survival made him shout the man's name again at the top of his lungs.

"Deng Shentong!!! Are you really not going to care about me?!"

Just as Deng Mao was about to take action, suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him.

“Who’s calling me?”

A figure appeared at the door, with silver hair fluttering in the wind. It was Deng Shentong.

When Deng Mao saw Deng Shentong, he immediately stood aside respectfully.

"You're here." Deng Yuanbo said lightly.

Deng Shentong glanced around the place and said calmly, "Let me see how you handle this matter."

Deng Mao laughed and said, "As you can see, sir, he is not very cooperative. I am going to inject him with a lethal dose directly."

Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows, but his expression did not change much.

He walked up to Zhang Yi and bent down, his long silver hair falling to the sides of his face.

His eyes swept across Zhang Yi's face, focused but without any emotion, as if he was looking at a work that he was quite satisfied with.

Then, he looked him straight in the eyes and smiled: "Are you scared?"

When Zhang Yi saw that it was Deng Shentong who came, the fire of hope that had been extinguished in his heart burned again. With a gleam in his eyes, he looked at him expectantly and said anxiously, "I knew you would come to save me! Those people are liars, I won't believe a word they say anymore!"

At this point, Zhang Yi's eyes were red, and with a bit of grievance and unwillingness, he complained to Deng Shentong: "They said you wanted to kill me. If you had come a step later, I might have really died!"

"That's right." Deng Shentong answered calmly with a calm face.

"Then take me away quickly..." Zhang Yi seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and was about to tell Deng Shentong about his experience in a torrent of words, but halfway through his words, he suddenly froze as if struck by lightning, with an expression of disbelief on his face, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

He stared at the familiar silver-haired man in front of him with wide eyes, his lips trembling slightly, and asked unwillingly: "What did you just say?"

"I'm right." Deng Shentong's mouth corners slightly raised, with that unfathomable smile still on his face, and he repeated again, "I do know this."

Zhang Yi's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He just felt that his breathing and heartbeat seemed to have completely stopped at this moment, and his mind was blank.

How could this be?

"No, this is absolutely impossible!" A smile uglier than crying appeared on Zhang Yi's face. He could not accept this fact.

He stared at Deng Shentong's calm eyes, and the panic in his heart grew so severe that his speech became incoherent.

"I know you wouldn't hurt me, right? You must be doing this because you're still mad at me, right?"

"If you have any dissatisfaction, I can change it. I can change it... Please don't joke with me like this again, okay?"

Zhang Yi's voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes revealed deep pain. He cried and laughed at the same time, trying desperately to break free, but found that he was powerless.

"Deng Shentong, please say something... Tell me quickly, all of this is just a lie they made up to deceive me!"

Deng Shentong straightened up and looked at Zhang Yi coldly, "This is not funny, Zhang Yi."

Zhang Yi's heart felt like it was sinking into an ice cellar. He could not accept this cruel reality.

"Why? I've done so much for you, and yet you treat me like this..." Tears blurred his vision and his voice was filled with despair.

"We were together yesterday, how could you! How could you tell me that all this was fake?!"

Deng Shentong sneered and said nonchalantly: "Who do you think you are? You are just a chess piece I picked up at random. Your life and everything you have were given by me."

He lowered his head slightly, and touched the skin of Zhang Yi's neck with his cold fingertips. The seemingly gentle action was actually a predator looking for a fatal blow to an artery.

"Now, it's time to repay me."

Zhang Yi's eyes were lifeless and his face was ashen. He finally understood.

Deng Shentong didn't love him at all, all this was just his wishful thinking.

Maybe in Deng Shentong's eyes, I am always just a tool.

"Deng Shentong, how could you do this?" Zhang Yi cried out in extreme sorrow, "Why did you lie to me! Is my love so worthless?!"

"I've obviously changed! I'm willing to do anything for you, I just want you to look at me... What did I do wrong?!"

Zhang Yi gnashed his teeth and roared, "Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go! I will haunt you for the rest of my life and drag you to hell with me!"

Deng Shentong's eyes trembled, but he remained unmoved. He stood up and said coldly: "Then wait until you become a ghost. Deng Mao, why don't you do it?"

After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving behind a resolute figure. Zhang Yi collapsed on the bed, completely hopeless.

Deng Yuanbo looked at Deng Shentong's straight back and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Deng Mao walked forward, the syringe in his hand emitting a terrifying cold light.

"Accept your fate. This is your end."