Ninety-nine pure black mirror-like eyes looked at Ning Feiyan, her tone and eyes were somewhat meaningful:

"This red rope is made by twisting the hair of the goddess Xishan. It is unstoppable for swords and is invulnerable to water and fire.

Once the body is imprisoned, it can be released by spiritual power. Even if the golden immortal in the sky is accidentally tied up by this rope, it will be difficult to break free. Since the Four Rivers Lord is interested, he can borrow the Four Rivers Lord later.

use."

Ning Feiyan shook her fan lightly, smiled, and said: "Miss Fu Huo is having fun with this red rope. It's really interesting, but the method of tying people up is a bit boring and simple..."

Ning Feiyan looked at Bailian who was on the bed, looking like he was being slaughtered by others, with a bright eagerness to try in his eyes:

"It just so happens that I, the succubus clan, are particularly proficient in this way. Miss Fu Huo, do you need my concubine to give you some guidance?"

"Ning Feiyan, that's enough!" Bailian's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, his eyes almost pierced a big hole in Ning Feiyan's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and was filled with shame.

Jiujiu sat on Bailian's waist, not paying attention to what Ning Feiyan said. She slowly wrapped the remaining long red thread in her hand around her white wrist.

with fingertips.

Circle after circle, it slowly wrapped around it. Her eyelids were drooped, her eyes were extremely pale, and her dark pupils were filled with light, like bright pearls, her eyes were lazy and focused.

Ninety-nine is not like Shu Ci. Even though he has entered the eight-tailed form and has a compassionate face, he still has the natural charm of his own race in his bones.

Her face and temperament are just like those of her master Snow City Lord. She has a cold face, seemingly unable to be moved by anything. Her temperament is like ice and snow, with a clear and cold texture.

Not to mention charming, those clear and watery eyes were even duller than plain water.

She just looked at the young man beneath her casually, and even the faint fragrance emanating from her body was as pure and bitter as green moxa.

It was clear that he was doing ambiguous and provoking things with ease, but there was no trace of lust on Baiyun's unintentional face.

The red rope in his hand was extremely long and had been twisted so many times between their wrists. The red thread connected in the middle was still hanging loosely, scattered in strands between Balian's chest.

The wind penetrated into the room through the cracks in the window, blowing the fluttering curtains and red threads, and the ninety-nine eyes fell dimly.

The clothes on her body were spread out in layers like flowers, and the cold fingers wrapped with red thread were pressed against Balian's tight muscles.

She just smelled faintly on him, the thin clothes around her waist were piled up, surrounding her between her legs.

Ninety-Nine's head was slightly tilted, and the tail of his eyes was slightly raised in a nice arc.

"Why are you so nervous? Your mother-in-law cherishes your life more than you do. She trusts you and leaves you to us. What else do you have to be afraid of?"

They were all tied up like rice dumplings. If Balian struggled desperately, it would only make him more fragile and embarrassed, and it would not bring him any benefits.

His two bound arms slowly sank as if they gave up struggling, and Balian frowned.

"Fu Huo, it's too late for you to stop now. Don't think that you can bully me at will because I am locked in a moonlight lock and can't move my cultivation. This way is not the other way. It is the woman who will suffer in this matter."

Ning Feiyan chuckled after hearing this. Her smile was charming, but her eyes contained contempt:

"Then I need to keep my eyes open, so I can see how the young man is going to make us little ladies suffer~"

Balian: "..."

I always feel that Ning Feiyan’s smoke tonight is so smoky.

She was probably in the middle of a period of chaos, and although she seemed to be in a relaxed manner on the surface, she was probably secretly having a huge appetite at the moment.

Look at those bright little eyes, he simply treats everyone in the room as his own delicacies.

Balian laughed angrily.

This Ning girl is accustomed to cheating and cheating, and she knows that with ordinary methods, she won't be able to take advantage of Fu Huoshu Ci.

Now that she finally had this opportunity, she still relied on her succubus racial talent to gain the beauty of others and enrich herself.

Looking at Ning Feiyan's confident look, Bai Lian knew that in the past few years, Ning Feiyan had taken advantage of the convenience of Jiemen, and her heart had begun to feel a little wandering.

Underestimating the enemy's carelessness can be a fatal injury.

She only knew that Shu Ci Mohe was an immortal demon soldier, but she forgot that she possessed the supreme racial talent of the Fox clan.

She was born with nine tails, with a total of nine forms. The essence complements each other under the nine forms, and can achieve a continuous supply of nourishment.

Fortunately, Shu Ci didn't rely on the special skills of the fox demon clan to make a living. If Bailian hadn't accidentally practiced dual cultivation with her once, Shu Ci might not have known that he still had the powerful ability to drain people of their roots.

.

Things that even Shu Ci didn't know, Ning Feiyan naturally couldn't know.

Ning Feiyan didn't even know that the three days and three nights in Xianling City had not had a great impact on Bailian. He just felt tired after waking up, but it did not damage his roots.

But on that isolated island in the endless sea, in less than half a day, Balian could clearly feel the gap between the fox demon and the succubus.

Perhaps those great demons of the fox clan are not as talented as pure-blooded succubi like Ning Feiyan.

But Shu Ci is not an ordinary demon fox. She is the only nine-tailed demon fox among the six realms and four seas.

In terms of the treasure of his bloodline, in today's world, perhaps only demon fairies like the Emperor and the Little White Dragon can rival it.

Ning Feiyan was the loudest today, but she was really bad at getting up.

Shu Ci's seven-tailed form alone was more than enough to deal with her, let alone nine tails in total.

But at this moment, Ning Feiyan was afraid that she still regarded Fu Huo as a buy-one-get-one-free gift, and did not take the combat power into consideration.

But she would never have imagined that the doll Yinghuo would still have the purest form of Yuanyin. It was just a heritage exploration that allowed Bailian to directly climb to the ninth level through the soul-robbing Qichu realm.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Moreover, there are many secrets about the Lord of Snow City that are unknown. Balian is still puzzled by the fact that the Yinghuo body she created can actually fit him beautifully.

Today, Ning Feiyan could be said to have underestimated her enemies very much. She thought that she was using her best field to trap them, but little did she know that she had completely pushed herself into the trap without even realizing it.

Bailian's thoughts kept changing.

His original intention was that he thought it was absurd, and what he wanted to do today was really against etiquette, but now that he thought about it carefully, it was better to violate etiquette than to suffer from chaos rather than Ning Feiyan.

Her deadly Bone Demon Butterfly poison also needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. Even if the Bone Demon Butterfly poison is only contaminated with a trace, it is extremely difficult to remove.

However, if Shuci's demonic power and Jiujiu's spiritual power can be used to help and reconcile, this poison can be eradicated.

This was secondary. Balian didn't originally want to borrow their power to detoxify. At most, he could just work harder tonight.

But more importantly, there is an irresolvable bond between Ning Feiyan and Shu Ci.

Shu Ci, a great demon, is more than just a vengeful person. She has a murderous temperament. Even if she can endure her anger for a while, if she bumps into Ning Feiyan in the future, she will definitely kill her in pain.

Ning Feiyan is not a good person either. She is ruthless. Due to her childhood experience, she doesn't like those powerful people who pose a threat to her.

Balian understands Ning Feiyan's tricks all too well.

At the beginning, he spoke of Master Shuci and the doll sister, constantly showing off his good looks and showing weakness, making people put down their psychological defenses. He used that beguiling and beautiful appearance, like a beautiful poisonous snake, corroding the powerful bit by bit with the slightest venom.

of enemies.

Looking at the entire demon world, Ning Feiyan's ability to win with weakness is rare.

Even the Beiyuan Demon Emperor died in her hands. If she really thought about dealing with Shu Ci and Jiujiu, she would naturally not be able to cause substantial harm to them in the short term, but Ning Feiyan was good at dormant and had hundreds of

Years of patience.

He didn't know when he would come back from the Kunlun Mountains. Now that he thought about it carefully, during his absence, they met in the human world, and they didn't know what kind of bloody disaster they could have caused.

Bailian An was frightened when she thought of this.

Suddenly I felt that tonight's absurdity may not be a nonsense. If I can take this opportunity to deal with it, I am afraid that the stalemate relationship can also be eased.

At the same time, he can also kill Ning Feiyan's arrogant temper.

Jiujiu clearly captured the emotional changes in Balian's eyes. Her half-naked body was like a thin piece of paper pasted over her. He smiled lightly and said, "Looking at you like this, you seem to be thinking about some bad idea."

Balian's hands and wrists were tightly wrapped in thin circles of the red rope. Ninety-nine put one hand on his chest, and her exquisite body lay low on his body.

The other slender jade arm crossed over Balian's head and firmly pressed Balian's wrists in a graceful hunting posture.

Her eyes were still that cool color, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised, "So are you planning to play nice and do evil?"

Once Balian calmed down, his temperament would appear particularly calm and peaceful. His two wrists were suppressed so that he could not move at all.

Jiujiu suppressed him with an absolute attitude, and clearly conveyed to him that he wanted to control him with the domineering attitude of a superior.

Even the teasing was done unilaterally by her, like teasing a small animal that was helpless to fight back.

Balian smiled, and he let her cling to him, her body fragrant with his body.

The gauze curtains were lightly rolled, and the moonlight outside the window fell into the house through the gauze, casting a faint light on her body, making her skin look like jade and thin frost.

In the gilt auspicious animal incense burner, the quiet and fine white incense is like a line of light smoke, slowly flying in the sky.

Perhaps the atmosphere was just right at this moment. Balian's eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be fire jumping under his eyes. He couldn't move his arms, but the index finger on his wrist moved slightly, and the sharp-jointed fingertips wrapped around a wisp of red thread scattered around his hand.

His slender fingers gently wrapped around the red thread. Using the loose strength, he slightly bent his fingers and gently pulled the red thread twice.

On the other side of the red line, Jiujiu's fingers were pulled and moved slightly.

"Don't worry, even if I do something bad, it won't hurt you."

Ninety-nine never thought that when he was suppressed to death, he could still tease her in such a quiet way with an index finger.

Originally, I took out the red rope generously and tied him to the bed in such a lustful way. I didn't feel anything was wrong for ninety-nine times, and my heart was as calm as water.

But now her fingers were gently moving along with the red rope. Among the messy dark green hair, the young man's slender and gentle fingers were raised like a cat's paw.

The connected red lines are thus cast with a layer of pink ambiguity.
To be continued...