Chapter 393: A Beautiful Girl in a Golden House
Chapter 393: A Beautiful Girl in a Golden House
The eighteen-year-old Mo Huaizun was morally kidnapped. Mo Huaizun could be a bad person, but how could the chief not keep his promise?
After Mo Huaizun pondered, he loosened one of Zhu Jiu's wrists and instead held the other wrist tightly.
Just say whether it was released or not.
Mo Huaizun said coldly: "Let him go."
“Ah~” Zhu Jiu turned four syllables in one syllable, and then said expectantly: “Then I’ll call you again, and you…”
"No." Before he could finish, Mo Huaizun interrupted him firmly.
To be honest, Mo Huaizun almost never interrupts others when they are talking. He usually waits for others to finish talking nonsense and then refuses.
Zhu Jiu sighed regretfully, looking helpless and completely dependent on Mo Huaizun's will, "Okay."
Mo Huaizun felt a little calmer, and the fire at his fingertips grew stronger, without stopping, shining towards Zhu Jiu's face.
however--
Zhu Jiu pulled out the hand that she had released from behind her back, seemingly slowly, but in fact it was so fast that it seemed like teleportation. She grasped Mo Huaizun's fingertips that were approaching again, and the flame was squeezed in her palm.
Like flammable dry wood meeting a raging fire, Zhu Jiu's golden hand was revealed.
"Speculators who don't follow the rules will be punished." Zhu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.
Mo Huaizun's expression changed.
Zhu Jiu held Mo Huaizun's hand, and the two wrestled silently. The spiritual power in the darkness was attracted like a waterfall, and finally, the two hands approached Mo Huaizun's face little by little.
The latter was shocked because he had never expected that Zhu Jiu's soul was so strong!
He is half a step away from becoming a god!
Without involving soul magic, Zhu Jiu actually defeated him?
How could such a thing exist?
If that's the case, then wouldn't it be easy for her to escape from his control?
Mo Huaizun felt that something had changed. He had underestimated Zhu Jiu.
When he looked solemn, the corners of his lips were warm.
Zhu Jiu used his hand to wipe the blood flowing from under his lips. He looked so gentle and kind, without any trace of irritability at all.
But soon, Mo Huaizun's mind became dazed for a moment. He tried to resist but it was of no avail. When he looked around him again, he found that the two people's positions were completely reversed.
He was pinned down by Zhu Jiu, who easily captured one of his hands.
Mo Huaizun had a stern look on his face and tried to break through the blockade, but just as he raised his leg, Zhu Jiu forcefully pinned him down. Just as he tried to counter-attack, his meridian points were sealed off first.
Mo Huaizun was very calm, and he still had many possible counterattacks in his mind.
But Zhu Jiu was faster. She led his hand and slid it to his lower abdomen. Her fingertips circled around his navel, and she simply solidified the spiritual power in his dantian.
A monk without spiritual power is like a fish out of water, becoming meat on the chopping board.
A fierce and thrilling suppression and counter-suppression occurred at this moment.
Mo Huaizun couldn't believe it and even felt a little dizzy. It was the first time in his life that he experienced the frustration of being crushed everywhere.
After Zhu Jiu restrained him, he lay on him like a cat, and said in a faint, somewhat teasing voice, "Then the punishment begins: call me mother, and don't even think about leaving if you don't."
"Thanks to you, we are now deep underground. Believe it or not, I can bury you even deeper, so deep that no one can pull you out except me."
She held his hand and played with his silky hair.
"Before long, a shocking piece of news will spread throughout the cultivation world: Supreme Cliff Chief Mo Huaizun has disappeared for no apparent reason."
"Well... or add some other stuff, like Mo Huai Zun is obsessed with married women, chasing them for three thousand miles just for them to call him 'father', then taking them by force, forcing them to submit, and keeping them as his mistress."
"You are so attached to the world that you never want to go back?"
Mo Huaizun: “…”
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