Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Fu Ci Yan thought about it, then tapped Feng He's body a few more times to seal his tendons and veins.

This way he will be completely unable to use his spiritual power.

After Fu Ci Yan left, Feng He began to howl in her heart: "Is Fu Ci Yan crazy?"

[It seems that he has gone crazy a long time ago. ]

Feng He was speechless for a while, then asked, "When will my jaw get better? Although the pain has stopped, it still feels weird."

[This depends on your disciple. ]

During the time when Feng He's jaw was dislocated and she couldn't speak, their sex life was extremely dull.

Fu Ci Yan always had a cold face, said nothing, and was a silent challenge.

Feng He couldn't speak and could only cry.

After finishing, Fu Ci Yan held Feng He in his arms and stroked his slightly sweaty hair.

The satin-like touch made him unable to let it go.

"Master, do you want to hear what happened after you kicked me into the forbidden area?"

Fu Ci Yan's tone was a little light, giving an illusion of tenderness.

Feng He couldn't say anything and couldn't respond to him.

Fu Ci Yan started talking to himself: "I was indeed dying at that time, because I had no spiritual power. Do you remember the martial arts book I picked up in the cave? In fact, it can bind two masters, the other one is you. After binding, I can know your whereabouts and feel your joys and sorrows. What's more, it can even make us live and die together..."

Hearing this, Feng He widened her eyes slightly.

He said, why was Fu Ci Yan able to find him so easily.

"I was dying and covered in blood, which attracted the beasts in the forbidden area. They wanted to tear me apart and eat me. So I struggled and jumped into the water. I came out only after it left.

Later I discovered that the technique could actually provide me with spiritual power, and I knew that this spiritual power must have been absorbed from you."

Feng He was speechless for a while. No wonder he felt that he had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation and couldn't get out of it no matter what he did.

"Master, was this a coincidence? If you knew you would end up like this... would you still do that?"

He seemed to be afraid to listen to Feng He's answer and quickly changed the subject.

"Later, I relied on that little bit of spiritual power to cultivate. The spiritual energy in the forbidden area is extremely abundant. I could have cultivated forever... but my cultivation was too low, and you can understand my situation. I was on the verge of death several times, but when I thought of you, I gritted my teeth and persevered."

Feng He blinked absentmindedly. What else could he say...

Fu Ci Yan's hand touched Feng He's chin.

Feng He's face was distorted for a while.

The system seemed to sense something and stopped the pain in advance.

Sure enough, the next second, Feng He's chin was straightened back up.

Fu Ci Yan turned Feng He over and held him in his arms.

In a gentle and hopeful tone, he asked, "Master, as long as you tell me if you had any difficulties at that time... and if you didn't just want to kill me... I can forgive you."

Fu Ci Yan felt that this was the most humble thing he had ever said.

Feng He was silent, his shallow breathing hit Fu Ci Yan's beautiful chest muscles.

"I……"

He had his own difficulties, but he couldn't say them.

Fu Ci Yan waited for a long time but there was no further news, and his breathing became a little stiff and cold.

"Master, are you really not going to say anything else?" Even if it's just... lying to me, I'm fine with it.

Feng He closed her eyes tightly, trying to avoid questioning.

Fu Ci Yan opened his dry eyes, feeling disappointed alone.

He laughed at himself, pushed Feng He away, and walked out on his own.

"It seems that the outside world's evaluation of you is not wrong. It is indeed treacherous and hypocritical."

The voice was devoid of emotion and was so cold that it made people's hearts ache.

Then, he cast a spell, and two thick iron chains appeared on Feng He's feet, restricting his movements and confining his range of motion to the bed.

Then most of her clothes disappeared, leaving only a loose inner garment, and the slightest movement would reveal her snow-white skin underneath.

"Master, I just realized that this seems to be more in line with your status as your favorite."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ci Yan disappeared in an instant.

Feng He's eyes became moist for a moment, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

[Ding! Character compatibility +10, equivalent to 5000 points. ]

"Woo, what's going on?"

Feng He was sad, and was suddenly hit by a surprise. He asked incoherently.

[Your personality in this world is well maintained. This is the system's judgment.]

This incident made Feng He feel a little better. After crying for a while, he slowly fell asleep.

The Spirit Realm Palace has been very busy recently, with palace servants coming and going to decorate the palace.

Although Feng He lived in Fu Ci Yan's bedroom, he was essentially confined. There was no one here.

Feng He's slender, white feet were bound by heavy iron chains, which had already left a layer of purple and blue marks. They looked extremely scary, but also revealed a strange desire for sadism.

He sat on the bed, leaning as far as he could to look out the window.

However, he could see nothing outside the window except a thousand-year-old peach tree.

Feng He lowered his eyes in disappointment. He had never come here again since Fu Ci Yan gave him a way out last time and he didn't.

He could only stay in bed all day and couldn't even put his feet on the ground.

It really became a pet that came when summoned and left when dismissed.

Fu Ci Yan also sealed his meridians, so he couldn't practice and could only sit there.

The days seemed to pass by extremely long.

So the system invited him to watch a movie.

Feng He naturally couldn't agree more.

He was watching a movie when there was a noise outside the door and rows of palace maids walked in.

Most of these palace maids were of excellent appearance and bright looks. Judging from the momentum of their walk, their spiritual power cultivation was not low.

Feng He stared at them with wide eyes, with a curious look in her eyes.

Now everything is interesting in his eyes.

Even if a fly was flying in front of his eyes, he could watch it for a long time.

"You...what are you doing?"

Feng He couldn't help but ask the palace maids.

However, all the palace maids had cold expressions on their faces, treating him as if he were a transparent person and ignoring him.

Feng He was secretly embarrassed for a moment, then tactfully shut up and stopped talking.

However, he soon discovered that the trays in the palace maids' hands were filled with brightly colored silks and satins, as well as numerous small accessories for clothing. Some were filled with rouge and powder, and dazzling hairpins and rings.

This... this is clearly women's clothing, a trivial item that can be used for dressing up.

Feng He rubbed her white and thin feet twice on the soft bed and tried to shrink to the corner of the bed.

However, a palace maid took a golden key and inserted it into the chain twice, and the chain opened.

Feng He was stunned. After he realized what was happening, he wanted to run away when the opportunity arose. However, these palace maids were not pushovers either, and each of them had a high level of cultivation.

The palace maid suddenly restrained him and pressed his acupoints.

Feng He couldn't move. His lively eyes turned red with anger, staring coldly at the palace maid.

Even so, he was still extremely attractive, and his red eyes looked like a sign of coquettishness. I wonder if this was a result of his... development these days.

A trace of disgust flashed across the maid's eyes with difficulty.

Feng He was wearing a pale inner garment. Because her skin was delicate, the marks left by the operation a few days ago had not yet disappeared, leaving faint and tender traces, like peach petals.

He had long hair, pink eyes, and bright lips...

He himself didn't know how much of an impact this look had on others. And how little of a deterrent it was...