Master, he never speaks

Zhu Hanshuang never thought that Zhu Jixiu would do this. You said you left and left, why did you need handcuffs!

It's okay without the handcuffs, but Zhu Hanshuang doesn't have the strength to walk around yet. Zhu Jixiu's handcuffs, Zhu Hanshuang only feels that he has a weak kidney, and he has problems even if he wants to walk.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, you won't blame me, right?"

Zhu Jixiu still had a bright smile on his face, the pointed fox ears on his head moved, and the fox tail on the back of his butt also flicked back and forth.

He quite likes the pair of handcuffs he made. In fact, it is not appropriate to call them handcuffs. After all, there is no such thing as handcuffs in the ancient world of cultivating immortals. It can only be said that they are shaped like handcuffs.

Zhu Jixiu: "And... this color suits Master very well."

Zhu Jixiu tilted his head and kissed Zhu Hanshuang's lips, but he didn't kiss for a long time. After all, Zhu Hanshuang's body was full of traces left by him, and he was locked in this Fox God Valley, and he could only see him every day.

This is simply Zhu Jixiu's original dream. Now it has all come true. He should be content, but he is very greedy. He feels that he has got Zhu Hanshuang's body, but Zhu Hanshuang's heart has not yet been placed on him.

Zhu Hanshuang: "What the hell is this little fox worried about? I've been made into this look by him now, and he's still worried that I'll run away, and he doesn't even think about where I get the strength to run."

Zhu Hanshuang sighed helplessly in his heart. He thought that the handcuffs were already the limit that Zhu Jixiu could do to him, but he never expected that Zhu Jixiu's next operation almost made him put Qing Leng's handcuffs on him. The human setting collapsed!

I saw that Zhu Jixiu actually started to recite the sword formula. Zhu Hanshuang didn't feel much about the sword formula when he first heard it, but when he continued to listen, he frowned, and his mood dropped to the bottom bit by bit. .

Zhu Hanshuang: "Hehe, it turned out to be the Eighteen Immortal Formation, Zhu Jixiu counts you hard."

Zhu Hanshuang never imagined that Zhu Jixiu even learned the Eighteen Immortal Formation, and even Zhu Hanshuang himself had a half-knowledge of the Eighteen Immortal Formation, and did not grasp the essence of it.

But in just ten years, Zhu Jixiu actually learned the Eighteen Immortal Formation. This Immortal Formation was used by those powerful people in ancient times to imprison the heinous criminals. Eighteen immortal swords condensed from their own spiritual power, Inserted in eighteen positions.

The magic in it is very metaphysical. What Zhu Hanshuang didn't understand, Zhu Jixiu easily understood, and he used it very well. I really don't know what Zhu Jixiu has been doing in the past ten years. Why? How to learn the things used in captivity so well!

With only nine fairy swords inserted, Zhu Hanshuang vaguely felt that the atmosphere around him was oppressive, not to mention concentrating his spiritual power, he was struggling to even walk a step, and Zhu Jixiu also noticed that he seemed to be going too far, so he stopped.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, am I going too far?"

Zhu Hanshuang: "You still know that you are going too far!"

Zhu Jixiu stared at those fairy swords for a while, then stared at Zhu Hanshuang for a long time, and finally took back a fairy sword mercifully.

Zhu Jixiu: "I took it, Master, what do you think now?"

Zhu Hanshuang felt that at least he could breathe a sigh of relief. He thought the matter would end here, but who knew... Zhu Jixiu was still alive!

Zhu Jixiu: "Should I still lock the spirit? Master, do you want to lock the spirit?"

Hehe, just wish Jixiu you are happy, don't worry about your master's life and death, Lianling has figured out such things, shouldn't I praise you for your delicate thoughts, and give you a certificate?

Locking the spirit, as the name suggests, is to lock the spiritual body of a monk, so that he can no longer activate his spiritual power. The method of locking the spirit is usually used by prisoners, but Zhu Hanshuang never thought of it, Zhu Jixiu He even wanted to use it on himself.

Zhu Jixiu: "Well, but I feel that the Eighteen Immortal Formation is enough. If I lock the spirit for the Master, the Master will be too pitiful."

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

Zhu Jixiu, counting on your conscience, the hard-pressed master let out a breath, and only halfway through the breath, Zhu Hanshuang noticed...

There was only a click, and his spiritual body was locked by Zhu Jixiu.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Hehe."

Zhu Hanshuang has no sorrow or joy now, these things just wish Jixiu happiness, don’t care about his life and death at all, he is just a little master, it’s better to destroy this world as soon as possible, who wants to be this master Anyone can be the one, it has nothing to do with Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Jixiu: "It's safer to lock it. After all, Master used to be the number one swordsman in the world. If I don't lock Master up tighter, what should I do if Master escapes?"

Zhu Hanshuang: "Thank you, Zhu Jixiu, for knowing that I am the number one swordsman in the world."

Zhu Hanshuang is now completely without sorrow or joy. He closes his eyes and sits upright in his seat. He looks like a statue, with a look of indifference to life and death.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, wait for me to come back, I will be back soon."

After Zhu Jixiu used three methods to lock Zhu Hanshuang, he was finally satisfied, and he no longer worried that Zhu Hanshuang would escape, and he felt very relaxed.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, I'm leaving."

Zhu Jixiu pinched Zhu Hanshuang's chin, causing his face to lift up, and leaned over to kiss him. The lips and tongues of the two were entangled. Zhu Hanshuang didn't respond the whole time. Like a puppet that lost its soul, Zhu Jixiu didn't mind. Zhu Hanshuang kissed for a long time.

After the kiss was enough, he finally let go of Zhu Hanshuang's chin, and lovingly kissed Zhu Hanshuang's neck, and then let go of Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Jixiu: "Come back soon."

After saying this, Zhu Jixiu left completely. Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a storage ring for Zhu Hanshuang, which contained the meals and snacks that Zhu Hanshuang liked to eat. Put it in the storage ring.

When Zhu Hanshuang wants to eat, he can just take it out, and there are many medical books stuffed in it, so that Zhu Hanshuang will not be so boring when he is alone.

Zhu Jixiu thought a lot, and arranged everything for Zhu Hanshuang properly. Zhu Hanshuang looked at the medical books in the storage ring with a complicated expression, and couldn't help thinking in her mind:

Zhu Hanshuang: "If there were no two orders from the Lord God, would Zhu Jixiu and I be better off now, would we not have to torture each other? Wouldn't it be that Zhu Jixiu wouldn't suffer so much, and neither would I? Will you suffer such a great crime?"

Zhu Hanshuang sighed softly, there is no way to do this, he is not the main god, and there is no way to compete with the main god.

But Zhu Jixiu is different. If Zhu Jixiu becomes the way of heaven, the story will be rewritten.

The Lord God, this damn guy, will also pay the price for his animal behavior of playing with human life at will.