The Marriage of the Chivalrous Lady 02

Hua Long Empire, the power of the jianghu to take advantage of the opportunity to disjointed, both to help the poor and the famous sects, but also hide the dirt of the evil lair, there are many hidden in the mountains of the clan, with a martial arts in the chaotic world of guarding a side of heaven and earth. Lingyun Sword Sect is one of them, located on the top of Tiandu Peak in Huangshan Mountain, the sword is clear and harsh, the disciples are to eliminate violence and peace as their own responsibility. Luo Hanyan and Mulan Xue are the two most outstanding disciples of the Sword Sect in this generation. Luo Hanyan was born very beautiful, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, when smiling with spring, when angry with the brake, with a sharp purple clothes, living a thorn rose. But in front of her sister Mulanxue, her luster is always a little less than three points. Mulan snow is the kind of people see to forget the beauty of the common people, eyebrows like a picture, skin as gelatinous, plain clothes snow, standing in the sword between the peaks of the sea of clouds, it seems to be with the sky and the earth as one, Jianghu people send elegant name "snow fairy", not only because of her sword law as frost, but also because of this amazing appearance of the heavenly. The two grew up together since childhood in the sword clan, eat together, live together, the same practice sword, Luo Han Yan nature jumpy, often break some small trouble, are Mulan snow warm words for her to settle; Mulan snow dedicated to practicing the sword, Luo Han Yan will be obediently guarded at the side of the research and ink handing water, this affection, has long exceeded the ordinary teacher sister. Cold River ferry head of the frost flowers stained the fifth layer, Luo Han Yan will finally sister Mulanxue's clues chased to the break. Mulanxue is the division's most dazzling star, a "frost sword law" out of the gods, never had the experience of going down the mountain, but half a year ago she suddenly disappeared. At first, the division only thought she was unable to resist the rules, quietly go to the mountains to practice, but three months past, there is no half of her message on the rivers and lakes - those who have received her favor martial arts family, and she has had friendship with the chivalrous, all shook their heads and said that "snow fairy" has disappeared, as if the reflective sword with the moon, and she is the most dazzling star of the world. It was as if the Moon Sword and her figure had melted into the morning mist of the mountains. Luohan Yan can no longer hold back, hiding the master slipped down the mountain, stepped all over the twelve buildings in Jiangnan, the eighteen fortresses in the north of the Serbian, asked the dart trippers, but also forced the underworld's living hell, only to piece together "disappeared before the emergence of the Shu land," this vague words. Three months ago, she followed the last trace of the vague trail into the Hengduan Mountains. Here, the peaks are like knife-sharpening, the forest is so deep that you can't see the sun, and ordinary caravans don't dare to set foot in it, let alone people gathering here. But today the morning light just pierced through the morning fog, but she was in a hidden mountain pass, looked at the smoke curls - that is actually a town. Luo Hanyan halted her horse, and the black veil hanging down from the edge of her hat covered most of her face, only revealing her tightly pursed jawline. She narrowed her eyes and surveyed the scene behind the mountain pass: the green stone road from the stone bridge over the mountain stream until the town entrance of the pagoda, the pagoda is inscribed with the "Lok Ha Town" three gilded characters, although it is not a strong pen, but it is also brand-new and eye-catching. The town is strewn with houses are brick and tile, and there are even a few stores hanging "rouge store", "bookshop" front, there are even picking a stretcher in front of the peddler in the yelling, bamboo baskets of fresh fruits in the water as if they had just been shipped from Jiangnan.

The red silk binding has been deep into the bone marrow, the bride only feel fingertips, toes are frozen into stone, even curled up a little can not do, all the body's strength are consumed in the futile struggle, can only be like a worm can not turn over in the bed on the couch slightly wriggling, every move in exchange for the silk and the skin friction of the burning pain. Without waiting for her to catch her breath, two servants had already grabbed her arms and forced her to sit on the pearwood chair in front of the dressing table. The bronze mirror reflected her wretched appearance, and the servants immediately frowned: "Look at this eye makeup, how can it look like a bride." One of the servants brought a handkerchief soaked in warm water and rudely wiped around her eyes, wiping away the smudged eyeliner and eye shadow, and also wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. The bride grunted, but she couldn't hide from the handkerchief, and could only let the cold fabric rub against her eyes. "Why are you crying? Good times are ahead." The maid who combed the double bun pinched her chin to fix her head, while another maid fetched rouge and water powder to reapply makeup for her - her eyebrows were drawn long and thin into her temples, and her eyeshadow was changed to a deeper begonia red, lining the end of her eyes slightly upward, adding a few points of sultriness, only the despair in those eyes, which couldn't be covered up. Comb the hair of the maid is extremely skillful, fingers flying between, her long black hair coiled into a complex "Chaoyun near incense bun", the first inserted a tired wire title bead gold phoenix hairpin fixed bun, and then with a small pearl strut full of hair, don't put on the ear behind the ears of the red gold inlaid with ruby earrings, the neck hung on the necklace of tired silk embedded treasure, and even on the wrist are set with a three pairs of gilt bracelets! The first movement made a tiny tinkling sound. The woman in the bronze mirror gradually revealed the amazing beauty, exposed on the outside of the eyebrows and eyes exquisite like a fairy in the painting, especially the eyes, even if full of tears, but also beautiful to make the heart tremble. From the neck downwards, there was a confinement that was the polar opposite of the splendor of the head. She was only wearing a scarlet red bib, the fabric is thin, can not block the force of red silk contraction. Soaked through the paste of coarse red silk by charcoal baking, such as iron hoops tightly attached to the skin, shoulders and neck of the silk cloth strangled deep grooves, the outline of the shoulder blades clearly reflected; waist and abdomen between the red silk collection of the most ruthless, the original slender waist was bundled into a grip, internal organs are like being squeezed together, every inhalation with a tearing pain, the chest violently undulate, the edge of the bib is embedded deeply in the skin and flesh, leaving red traces. Arms were tied behind her back, the red rope at her wrists strangled her blood vessels, her fingertips had long since lost consciousness, and she couldn't even curl up a little. Servants will be wrapped in glue paste two embroidered balls into her palm, and then use a wide silk hands will be wrapped into a larger than the head of the red ball, and outside of the set of special black tight stockings - stockings heavy texture and self-constriction, the fabric tightly bite the skin, and even the knuckles of the lines are flattened, the small arm was strangled numb, as if the blood was completely blocked! The small arms were numb, as if the blood had been completely blocked. The lower half of the body was even more outrageous. The legs were wrapped in red silk from the ankles to the base of the thighs, and each knot was strung into the black silk stockings, rubbing the stockings against the skin, so that even the muscle lines of the calves were clearly visible. The maids put on a second thickened long black silk, the contraction force of the double fabric made the legs completely together, the knees could not be bent, the ankles were tied at right angles by the red ropes and silk, the toes were stiff as stones, even perception became blurred. Even more cruel is that two servants set up her legs, forced her feet together into a large red embroidered shoes embroidered with a lotus - shoe size is already on the small side, the two feet crowded in one place, the toes were pressed curled deformation, the satin material of the shoe surface strangled the ankles swollen, the side of the shoe hidden brass buckle "click! The hidden brass buckle on the side of the shoe "clicked" tightly, locking both feet in the shoe, even the slightest movement can not be done. Red silk tied into a dead knot at the root of the thighs, and the waist and abdomen of the silk cloth connected to form a tight whole, she can only be like a worm like twisting in place, every struggle is replaced by the double friction of the silk and stockings, the inner thighs of the skin was rubbed hot, the pain of her shivering.

The great shame flooded her like a tidal wave. Once upon a time, she was the senior sister that all the disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect admired, and even the clear wind had to make way for her when the Flowing Frost Sword was unsheathed, but now she was like a fish on a chopping board, letting others toy with her at will. "Oooh--" she let out an angry cry from the depths of her throat, accumulating her whole body's strength to violently struggle, actually hard to get rid of the two maids' clamp. But her legs were bound stiffly, just staggering out half a step, she lost her center of gravity and fell heavily on the green stone board. The moment she landed, all the bones in her body were like being shattered, the red silk rubbed against the ground, strangling her skin with hot pain, the hands wrapped into a red ball were padded under her body, and her knuckles felt a sharp pain that drilled through her heart. She could only wriggle on the ground like a bug that couldn't turn over, the hem of her ultra-short dress flipping up to reveal more skin wrapped in black silk, causing the surrounding henchmen to roar with laughter. "Haha, this bride is quite good at making a scene!" "Master Zhuang, look at her appearance, how fresh she is!" Those laughs pierced into her ears like needles, Mulan Xue's tears surged out, and through the thin silk cover, she clearly saw that Shen Lie was holding his arms, sizing her up with a teasing gaze, as if he was watching an amusing farce. Her body had long been numbed by the red silk strangulation, but the pain in her heart was becoming clearer and clearer - the powerlessness of the empty dantian, the humiliation of being treated as a plaything, and the worry about Luo Han Yan, like countless thorns in her heart. "What's the point of crying? It's only good to look this fresh." Shen Lie squatted down and used his fat thumb to wipe away the teardrops seeping out from under her covered head, the rough touch made Mulan Xue violently incline her head, but he grabbed her hairband and pulled it hard, the pain caused her eyes to go black. Two maids rushed forward, like dragging a sack like to set her up, this time came from the distance the vibration of the drums and music - eight-carried sedan chair has been parked in the main door of the Shen House, sedan chair gilt and jeweled, carved with complex luan and phoenix pattern, red silk winding sedan chair poles light can be seen, looks gorgeous to the extreme, but let Mulan Xue's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Four strong man came forward, will she even people with the restraints together lifted into the sedan chair. Just as she sat down, three leather straps popped out from the bottom of the sedan chair, respectively fastening her waist, abdomen and thighs, and the dark grooves in the sedan chair walls on both sides also stretched out a fine web of ropes, like a spider's web, firmly fixing her to the sedan chair, and even turning her neck became difficult. "This sedan chair was specially built for madam, to ensure you are stable." The butler's frivolous voice came from outside the sedan chair, and only then did Mulan Xue realize that the sedan chair curtains had not been lowered, the small windows on both sides were completely open, and even the roof of the sedan chair was only covered with half a piece of tulle - where is this a sedan chair, it was clearly used to display her in a cage. Shen Lie mounted on a high horse, a red silk dress lining him more and more greasy, he waved his hand, the drums and music sounded again, the tour officially began. Sedan chair was carried through the main street of Lok Ha Town, the street was crowded with "onlookers" of the townspeople, at first there were some sparse congratulatory sounds, but when people see the sedan chair was wrapped in red silk binding Mulan Xue, the discussion gradually changed flavor. "This bride how to be tied?" "Look at that appearance, really a beauty embryo, is too ill-behaved." "Lord Shen Zhuang's blessing, let's just take a look."

Luo Hanyan was prepared for this, she was quick on her feet, her left foot firmly stepped on her ankle, bent down and grabbed the cotton and linen square towel stacked on the dresser next to the bed - it was specially prepared by Shen Lie for decorating the new room, the texture was thick and sturdy. She balled the square towel into a fist-sized ball of cloth in three or two tries, and ignoring the maid's horrified stare, she forcefully stuffed it into her mouth, and the ball of cloth just filled her mouth to overflowing, so that even the tip of her tongue was pressed against it, and she couldn't make half a sound. The maid's cheeks instantly bulged red, her eyes glaring round, tears falling down like broken beads. "I'm afraid you'll spit it out and add to the trouble." Luo Han Yan coldly whispered, her gaze sweeping over the corner of the room, quickly discovering the white bandage that Shen Lie had prepared to deal with the sudden wound. She quickly fetched the bandage, squatted down and wrapped it around the maid's mouth, from her chin to the top of her head, one circle tightening over the other, the edges of the bandage tucked into her hair bun to secure it, and finally tying a strong knot at the back of her head. At this moment the maid, in addition to a pair of eyes full of fear and despair exposed outside, the whole face is wrapped tightly by the bandage, even breathing can only through the nasal cavity difficult to carry out. The maid who was completely gagged and tied up completely panicked, like a fish out of water wriggling madly on the cold ground, her body sometimes curled up into a ball, sometimes violently unfolded, her back rubbed painfully on the bricks and she didn't care about it. She kept swinging her head back and forth, rubbing her cheek against the ground in an attempt to loosen the bandage on her mouth, but Luo Han Yan wrapped it tightly and densely, and the bandage embedded itself into her skin like an iron hoop, so no matter how much she rubbed it, it didn't move at all, but instead, it rubbed her cheeks with a fiery pain. Fear drowned her like a tidal wave, and cold sweat dripped down her forehead, soaking the broken hair on her forehead and sticking to her tear-stained cheeks. She only had one crazy thought in her mind: it's over, if I let these two female thieves escape, the Banker will never spare me! Shen Lie's ruthlessness she had heard of - last month a maid accidentally broke his precious porcelain vase, was broken legs and thrown to the back of the mountain to feed the wolves. She is just a maid who relies on odd jobs to make a living, and does not know how to use half kung fu, Luo Hanyan's technique of bundling people is extremely professional, the cowhide rope follows the curve of her body and twines around her wrists, ankles, and waist, all of which are the most tricky "Death Row Buckle", and the rope has long since sunk deep into the skin and flesh, strangling her body, and every time she moves, it looks like there are countless needles sticking into her bones. Every time she moved, it was as if countless needles were sticking into the cracks of her bones. She tried to use her hands tied behind her back to feel around, her fingertips scratched through the rough knots, but she couldn't even distinguish the outlines of the knots - those knots were skillfully hidden by Luo Han Yan in the hollows below her shoulder blades, which were tightly fitted to her skin, and she couldn't even begin to touch them by virtue of her sense of touch. Between the struggles, the hair bun on her head was ripped apart, and her dark hair was draped messily over her shoulders, stained with sweat and dust like a mass of withered grass, and the fat and powder on her face was washed away by the tears, and she was black with a white color, making her look exceptionally lousy. "Well ...... oooo......" her struggles became more and more violent, using her knees against the ground to try to hold up her body, but just as soon as she exerted her strength, the rope around her waist strangled her, and her eyes gushed and blackness, and an agonizing muffled sound came from her throat. The skin at her wrists had been rubbed to the point of redness, and the rough surface of the cowhide rope had rubbed through her flesh, blood dripping down the knots, accumulating into small beads of blood on the ground, but she didn't dare to stop - the thought of Shen Lie's punishment sent chills down her body, and she could only grit her teeth and continue to wriggle, her desperate whimpers coming out through the bandages, blurred and weak, and standing out in the silence of the cave room. the silent cave room was exceptionally clear.

The bronze mirror on the dressing table was polished to a shine, clearly reflecting her appearance at this moment - the black silk dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her figure, the old wounds on her wrists and neck were still glowing with a light red color, forming a piercing contrast with her fair skin. Mu Lan Xue was just about to turn her face away when the maid pressed her shoulder, the cold fat powder pounced on her face, hiding the haggardness of staying up all night, but also making her extra embarrassed. "Madam's skin base is good, a little retouching will be gorgeous." The maid said while carefully outlining the shape of her eyebrows with a fine eyebrow pencil, the touch of the tip of the pencil across her brow bone made her body tense up, but she could only sit stiffly. The hairstyle was done in an extraordinarily elaborate manner. The maids used peach wood combs to smooth out her long hair, parted it into a fine braid, wrapped it around the top of her head and coiled it into a chignon, and fetched hairpins made of gold foil to fix it - the heads of the hairpins were carved with complicated twining lotus patterns, and when inserted into the chignon, they were heavy, causing her scalp to ache slightly from the pressure. The rest of her hair was pulled into a bun that hung over her shoulders, tied with a red silk ribbon, and embellished with tiny pearl struts that made a tiny sound with the slightest movement. Finally, the maid put on gilt round earrings for her, the rubies on the earrings swayed gently with the movements, mirroring the gold ornaments on top of her head, setting off her complexion more and more fair. If she ignored the exposed black silk dress on her body, at this moment, she was wearing gold jewelry on her head and rubies in her earrings, clearly a look of a noble mistress, but this exquisite dress fell on her, but only a strong irony. Mu Lan Xue looked at her unfamiliar self in the mirror, her cheeks flushed red, those gold ornaments pressed on her body like shackles, making her breathless even more than last night's red rope. She was just about to raise her hand to pull the hairpin on her head, when the maid quickly pressed her wrist: "Lady don't move, this hairstyle took half an hour, if it's messed up you'll have to do it again." Right at this moment, two big waisted servants carried a black lacquered wooden plate into the room, the plate was covered with scarlet brocade, on top of which was placed a set of red lacquered leather chains with a cold light - each section of the chains was polished smooth and rounded, but with an impenetrable texture, and at the end of it was attached to a special locking clasp. Mulan Xue's heart instantly raised to her throat, and the fear she had just suppressed tumbled up, "What are you going to do?" "Master Zhuang ordered, today's honored guest is coming to the door, to make sure that madam behaves appropriately." The leading maid's tone was flat, but carried an unquestionable toughness. The servants stepped forward to hold her arms, clipping her hands behind her back, and the cold lacquered leather chains instantly wrapped around them. The chains fit the curves of her arms, each section was stuck tightly, from her wrists all the way to her shoulders, crossed behind her back and then firmly locked with the "death row clasp", the very end of the chains also wrapped her hands into a tight sphere, the lacquer leather completely covered her palms, and there was not even a gap for her fingertips to move around. "The chains are wrapped in special lacquer leather, they won't abrade the lady's skin." The maid stepped forward to explain, reaching out and patting the chain's connections, "These hidden buckles are all linked, as long as there is a spot that is not unlocked, the entire set of chains will not be able to move." Mulan Xue tried to move her arms, the chains did not move at all, but instead strangled her shoulder blades with gusts of pain, her hands were wrapped into a sphere of extraordinarily bizarre touch. The binding of her legs made her even more desperate. The servants brought her legs together, and the red patent leather chains started from her ankles, wrapping upward section by section, pulling hard with each wrap to ensure that the chains fit tightly against the black silk, locking them with a hidden buckle at her knees, and extending them to the base of her thighs, connecting them to the chains around her waist. The most brutal part was the paws - the chains were divided into tiny links, securing her toes one by one, and finally bound together with the paws into a side-by-side shape . "The black silk of the ice silkworms on the lady's body is exceptionally tough, sharp knives can't even cut through it, from now on you won't need to wear shoes, you can just step directly on the stockings and walk." The maid squatted down, wiped her black silk wrapped instep with a handkerchief, her tone carried a few hints of inviting credit, "This stocking is not only indestructible, but also wear-resistant, even if it hits the ground every day, it won't be broken, the banker has thought it through for you." Mulan Xue stiffened, looking down at her legs that were bound straight by chains, the black silk was close to the soles of her feet, even the coldness of the ground could be vaguely felt. She tried to stand on tiptoe, the chains immediately sent a piercing strangling pain, her toes were fixed to death, not even a hint of bending could be done. Although it was not as perverted as yesterday when she was tied to the table, at this moment, she was like a human stick fixed by chains, her arms were clipped behind her back, her legs could not be bent, and she could only stand stiffly or be helped to walk, adding a few points of despair compared to the previous bondage.

Mulan Xue was so angry that she was trembling, tears were rolling in her eyes, but she bit the red silk in her mouth and refused to fall. She twisted her body hard, trying to break free from Shen Lie's grip, but the chains didn't move at all, but instead made the black silk rub against her skin even more, bringing about a strange numbing itch. Those teasing words stuck into her heart like needles, embarrassing her even more than the chains on her body - she was once a chivalrous woman who fought with a sword in the jianghu, but now she had become a plaything for these two evil thieves to watch for fun. "Unh! Unnnnnnnnnnnnn--!" Mulan Xue's throat squeezed out muffled angry curses, the red silk was clenched to death by her teeth, and the words were stuck behind the fabric and scattered into a blur of airy sounds. She stared roundly, the anger under her eyes almost burned through this humiliating scene, but the more she struggled, the clearer the "rustling" sound of the black silk rubbing against the chains became, instead it was like matching the two men's teasing. "Look, so anxious that you're almost talking nonsense." Shen Lie laughed and reached out to pat her reddened cheeks, "Don't be in a hurry to scold, so that you can properly recognize this 'baby'." He pulled over the red lacquered leather chains that crossed behind Mu Lan Xue's back, and his fingertips scratched through the cool and smooth locks, "This is not ordinary lacquered leather, it is tanned with Jiao Long leather mixed with vermilion sand, the knife can't be cut, the fire can't be burnt, it's so soft that it can be attached to the skin, and it's so tough that it can lift up a heavy stone." The white-haired man came over to watch the fun, and used his folding fan to knock on the raised dark lines on the chains, "These lines look nice, but in reality they are all dark locks, right?" "White brother has good eyesight." Shen Lie triumphantly ripped open the collar of his coat, revealing the bronze key hanging around his neck - the key handle was carved into a hideous beast head, and the teeth patterns were so complex that they looked like coiled snakes, "There are a total of eighteen dark locks from head to toe, all controlled by this key. Unless someone can squarely knock me down and remove it from my neck, no one will be able to undo the restraint." He paused, his eyes swept over Mulan Xue's taut side face, with a few hints of meaning, "But don't worry, before practicing the 'Beautiful Girl Leaving Soul Power', I won't touch you - this evil power is most jealous of the damage to the virgin body, and your innocence. can still be preserved for the time being." Mulan Xue's strength was instantly drained, and even her struggling movements stopped. She is too clear about the characteristics of the dragon skin - the teacher's books have recorded this rare material, soft as silk but stronger than steel, ordinary martial arts can not be destroyed. Eighteen secret locks with the only key meant that she was completely trapped in this humiliating "shackle", and unless there was a miracle, there would never be a day to break free. Despair is like a cold tide, seeping into her skin along the cracks of the chains, freezing her fingertips to numbness. But Shen Lie's sentence "innocence can be preserved for the time being", and like a thin driftwood, let her in the despair caught a sliver of respite - it turned out that last night he did not force the "bedding", is not It turns out that last night he did not force the "bedtime", is not a soft heart, but for the practice of kung fu needs. Although this makes her humiliated, but also means that in the senior sister to bring help, she does not have to bear the most unpleasant violation, more a few points to live on the bottom of the air. "By the way, that assassin who broke into the manor last night, there was no trace of him after searching all night." The white-haired man suddenly changed the topic, with a few points of chagrin in his tone, "Rather, she stirred up a lot of things, otherwise you, the lady, would have been able to 'serve the bed' last night." Shen Lie's face sank, but also helplessly waved his hand, "Forget it, a small thief only, can't turn big waves. Waiting to capture your two senior sisters, then free up your hands to search her is not too late." "The assassin ...... didn't catch it?" Mulan Xue's heart skipped a beat, and her originally chaotic brain instantly woke up. Who else could be the one who left last night by flipping through the window but senior sister Luo Hanyan? Not being caught meant that the senior sister had escaped! This thought was like a ray of light that pierced through the fog of despair that wrapped her - if her senior sister was safe, she would have a chance to find her master, find help, and she would still have hope! And the news that Shen Lie was practicing to preserve her innocence added more weight to that hope - she had enough time to wait without having to be instantly crushed in fear and humiliation. She blinked away the moisture in the corners of her eyes with all her might, and when she lifted her head again, the despair in the bottom of her eyes had been replaced by a stoic light. Shen Lie was still complaining about the assassin with the white-haired man, completely unaware of her change. Mulan Xue quietly moved her leather-wrapped fingers, and although she couldn't bend them, she could clearly feel the stinging pain in her palm - it was the wound pinched by her fingernails when she clenched her fist just now, and the pain kept her awake. As long as her senior sister could bring help safely, not to mention the eighteen dark locks, even if it was a brick wall, she could still wait. She stared at the bronze key swaying on Shen Lie's neck and silently memorized the key's appearance in her mind - not only was it the key to unlocking the constraints on her body, but it was also the credentials that would uncover the plot of these two evil thieves to use a chivalrous woman to practice evil arts in the future. At this moment, she is no longer a purely passive prey to bear, but in the humiliation of the hidden sharp waiter, every bit of sobriety and stoicism, are for the future counterattack when the fatal blow.

"This is the real mistress of our Shen Family Village, Mrs. Mu!" The leading maid used a silk handkerchief to dust the non-existent dust on Mu Lanxue's shoulders, her tone was full of exaggerated respect, "The banker honors madam, this outfit is all good material imported from the Western Regions, ordinary people can't even see it, how honorable!" Before the words fell, the seated Mulan Xue suddenly twisted her body violently, the black one-piece socks rubbing against the red leather belt made a piercing "rustling" sound. The corners of her mouth, which was sealed by the dark red gag, kept wriggling, and a suppressed and painful moan was squeezed out of her throat, transparent saliva slowly seeped out along the gap between the gag and the skin, snaked across the jawline, and dripped down on the leather belt that was crossed in front of her chest, haloing a small piece of wet mark. Her eyes were red, tears rolled down like broken beads, two deep tear marks were etched on the carefully painted tails of her eyes, dappling the gold powder, forming a blinding contrast with her "honorable" appearance. Su Qingyuan's sisters' hearts tightened as they watched - the so-called "respect" and "honor" was just a more refined form of imprisonment. The despair and resistance in Mulan Xue's eyes was the same as when they were being dragged and crawled, clearly a prisoner under the sword who had lost her freedom. The maid seemed to have long been accustomed to this scene, and only impatiently patted Mulanxue's arm: "Lady be at peace, don't lose your honor." After saying this, she turned around and greeted the other maids, "Let's go and reply first, let them wait here." The footsteps of the maids completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the heavy wooden door locked with a click, isolating the back hall from the outside world. The sweet rose fragrance in the air finally faded a bit, Su Qingyuan was the first to move - the red shell rubbing against the ground made a "duk-duk" sound, she arched her back and belly, using the toughness of the shell wall to squirm with difficulty, and moved towards Mulan Xue's direction. Su Qingyi followed closely behind, white stockings rubbing over the brick floor, leaving a few faint gray traces, the two left and right, quickly stick to the side of Mulanxue's chair. Mulan Xue sensed their proximity, the original violent struggle of the body slightly calmed down, only the throat is still overflowing with tiny moans. She laboriously turned her neck and looked at Su Qingyuan with red eyes, the bottom of her eyes surging with a light that was a mixture of despair and hope. Su Qingyuan understood, and aimed the edge of the red shell at the loosest leather belt at Mulan Xue's waist and abdomen, and tried to gently rub it - although the surface of the red shell was smooth, it had subtle lines, and she hoped that she could rub off the stitching of the leather belt, or rub out a little loose gap. Su Qing Yi also followed her sister's example, using the red shell on her shoulder to rub against the straps on Mulan Xue's wrists. The black one-piece socks were strangled tightly by the leather straps, every time Mulan Xue moved, it drove the leather straps to rub against her skin, it hurt so much that she was trembling all over her body, her tears gushed out again, but she bit down on the mouth of the stopper, and refused to make a louder sound. Red shell and leather collision "rustle" sound, became the only movement in the back room, the three people's breathing with rapid undulation, every rubbing are poured out all their strength. Half an hour passed quietly, Su Qingyuan's forehead was already filled with sweat, sliding down her cheeks and dripping on the red shell. She stopped moving, through the candlelight to carefully measure the leather belt on Mulan Xue's body - those seemingly simple binding, in fact, hidden mystery, in the leather belt cross the node, are embedded with a nail cap size of the dark locks, the lock core is dark red, and the color of the leather belt is almost blended into one, without a closer look is simply undetectable. These dark locks will leather belt firmly locked, not to mention rubbing, even with a sword cutting, I'm afraid it is difficult to hurt a little bit. "The locks ...... are dark locks ......" Su Qingyi's voice was muffled by the carnelian tape, she stretched out her fingers wrapped in red shells and gently tapped one of the dark locks. Mulan Xue's body stiffened violently, a mournful whimper escaped from her throat, she twisted her wrist forcefully, trying to let them see the tiny lines engraved next to the dark lock - the lines were exactly the same as the lines of the jade pendant on Shen Lie's waist, a mark unique to the Shen family. Su Qingyuan's heart sank completely. She recalled the string of silver chain hanging between Shen Lie's neck at the banquet, the pendant was an exquisite small box, at that time she only thought it was an unusual ornament, only now did it dawn on her - what was contained in that box must be the only key to open these secret locks. Mulan snow and they, but is Shen Lie collection of two "treasures", a red shell sealed, a leather belt binding, seemingly different situations, in fact, are firmly clutched in the palm of his hand, and even the possibility of escape, are hung on his neck by that string of keys, completely extinguished.

He waved his hand, and two men in black immediately stepped forward, but instead of escorting the hostages, they fetched a pair of specially-made Xuan Iron Shackles - the shackles were polished exceptionally smooth, without the burrs of unusual torture devices, and had obviously been specially prepared. "These shackles are just symbolic restraints, they won't hurt you." Shen Lie's tone carried a few moments of deliberate gentleness, "Don't dawdle, follow me back to the estate, don't worry, I won't treat you like I treat others." He never dreamed that he would one day be able to make a super-top-notch female warrior like Ling Frost bind her hands. Once upon a time, when he heard of her mighty name in the jianghu, he felt that it was a luxury to even look at her from afar, but now that this flower of the high ridge had been planted in his hands, this sense of accomplishment of yanking someone down from the clouds into the mire made his blood boil. "I want to see them safe and sound with my own eyes." Ling Frost's voice was hoarse as hell, yet it still carried an unquestionable firmness. She could clearly feel the internal strength in her body - although she was poisoned by the snake and seriously injured, but with the "no trace of snow" light skill, if she tried her best to break out, she might not have no possibility of escaping. But she did not dare to bet, once she escaped, Shen Lie will certainly vent his anger on Mu Lanxue and Luo Hanyan, then not to mention rescue, even their bodies may not be able to retrieve. What's more, she is now internal energy depletion, body snake venom, even if by chance to escape, at least need a year and a half to recover martial arts. Shen Lie will never give her a chance to take revenge, and when she returns from her injuries, I'm afraid that her sisters will have already become his cauldron for practicing kung fu, and even their bodies and bones won't be left. Instead of this, it would be better to follow him back to the village first, not only can protect the senior sister, but also wait for the opportunity to find a chance to rescue. "Good." Shen Lie smiled more and more arrogantly, snapped his fingers, and two black-clothed men immediately escorted the bound Luo Han Yan over. Luo Han Yan's ecstasy hadn't completely receded yet, her eyes were lax, and only when she saw Ling Frost did she barely struggle to cry out, "Eldest Sister, don't mind me! Run!" Ling Frost looked at the tear stains on her senior sister's face and her wrists, which were bound red, and her heart ached as if it was being stabbed by needles. She braced herself to stand up, and just as she took her first step, she stumbled due to the sharp pain in her chest, and the pant leg of her gold and white silk stockings scraped over the gravel on the ground, leaving a shallow mark. But the next second, something marvelous happened - that stain was actually like being wiped away by an invisible hand, gradually fading away, the pantyhose became as clean as new again, and even the breach that had been scraped out by the red snake scales before was also slowly closing up at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and ultimately restored to its intact form.

Ling Frost gritted her teeth and did as she was told with extreme humiliation. She could clearly feel the touch of the stockings rubbing against her, and as her legs came together, the stockings fit tighter, every inch of movement amplified. Shen Lie squatted down, picked up the Binding Immortal Silk, and started winding it from her ankles-as soon as the silk threads touched the stockings, it was as if they were alive, fitting tightly onto the stocking material, emitting a faint silver light, and starting to absorb the residual internal energy in her body. "This stocking of yours is incredibly tough, so I'll simply use it as a trick." Shen Lie's voice carried a hint of bizarre excitement as he pulled out a special silver needle from his pocket, threaded it through the Binding Immortal Silk, and actually directly sewed the stockings of her legs together, "In this way, your legs will no longer be able to be separated, and even if you have supreme lightness of being, you won't be able to exert half of it." The moment the silver needle passed through the stockings, Ling Frost's body trembled uncontrollably - not because of the pain, but because of the humiliation that went deep into her bones. The silk thread was sewn from her ankles all the way to the root of her thighs, each stitch precisely securing the stockings of both legs together, and her originally agile legs were completely bound, only able to remain in a side-by-side staggered position. She could feel the tightness of the stockings being pulled, and every breath drove the skin of her legs to rub against the stockings, making her want to kill herself immediately. "Even if my legs are tied, I can still stand." Ling Frost forced herself to endure the humiliation and stabilized her body with her internal force - an ordinary person whose legs were sewn together like this would have long fallen to the ground, but with her deep internal force foundation, she still stood with a straight spine, and her legs wrapped in the gold silk white stockings were still as stable as a rock even though they couldn't be separated, and this resilience made Shen Lie's eyes grow more and more complicated. "Very good." Shen Lie stood up and picked up the jar of glue that emitted a ghostly blue glow, "This is 'Xuan Iron Glue', when it encounters Qi, it condenses, even if it is Tianshan Ice Silkworm Silk, it can be firmly glued." He stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Ling Frost's wrist, pulling her hands behind her back, "Combine your hands and align your fingers." Ling Frost struggled desperately, the fingertips of her long white gloves gouged Shen Lie's arm dead center, but she was unable to break free because her internal strength was absorbed by the Binding Immortal Silk. Shen Lie's strength was immense, forcing her hands to merge behind her back, then opening the lid of the Xuan Iron Glue and spreading the glue evenly on her gloves - the cold glue emitted a pungent odor just as soon as it came into contact with the gloves, and then began to heat up as if it was going to melt the gloves and her skin together. "Hold her down!" Shen Lie shouted to the black-clothed men at the door. Two black-clothed men immediately stepped forward and pressed Ling Frost's shoulders to death so that she could not move. Shen Lie, on the other hand, pressed her hands with the Bronze Seal, and the runes on the seal instantly lit up, intertwining with the ghostly blue light of the Xuan Iron Glue. Ling Frost only felt a sharp pain coming from her hands, her gloves felt like they were glued together raw, fingers to fingers, small arms to small arms, and even her big arms were firmly fixed, completely unable to separate, and she couldn't even bend them. "Let go of me!" Ling Frost finally couldn't help but roar out in anger, her voice carrying a tearing tremor. She could feel the stiffness of her hands being immobilized, the binding sensation of her legs being sewn together, as well as the internal energy that was constantly being absorbed within her body, and the paralyzing sensation brought about by the snake venom, all of these pains intertwined together, almost destroying her sanity. Shen Lie loosened his hand and admired his own "masterpiece" - Ling Frost was wearing a spotless moonlight white sword robe and white silk stockings, but her legs were sewn together by the Immortal Binding Silk, and her hands were glued together by the Xuan Iron Glue, like a holy statue in bondage, and that wretchedness was intertwined with a noble appearance, letting the desire for conquest in his heart get extreme. His desire for conquest in his heart was supremely satisfied. He withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and turned to draw out a roll of golden rope from the bottom of the ebony treasure chest, the rope body was woven with fine cloud patterns, which complemented Ling Frost's platinum attire, "This 'Golden Silk Immortal Binding Rope' was specially prepared by me for you, with a platinum color scheme that matches the 'Golden Sword Snow Clothes' identity." Ling Frost's face completely sank, looking at the roll of golden rope glowing with cold light, her fingertips curling futilely in her stuck gloves - she could feel the faint evil aura emanating from the rope, clearly belonging to the same class of treasures restraining internal energy as the Immortal Binding Silk. Shen Lie went around behind her, his rough fingertips crossed her arm that was fixed by the Xuan Iron Glue, felt the tightness of the muscles under the glove, and the corner of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, "Although the Xuan Iron Glue is able to stick to your glove, it's ultimately not stable enough, it's better to use the ropes to tie it up solidly before resting assured."