Chapter 55: After Abandoning the Poor Little Apprentice 15 “Master, this mouth…
His constricted pupils were filled with disbelief, and Fu Wei struggled more fiercely than ever.
Not to mention that this is the human world, with the sky and the ground as a tent, right in the yard, behind him, Jiguang is still there.
But after just a few words, Fu Wei was filled with shame and anger. If only...
if……
Fu Wei didn't dare to think about it.
"Rong Jiao, how dare you! Let me go! If you have the guts, kill me!!!"
But Rong Jiao didn't listen. With a wave of his hand, a gorgeous bed appeared out of thin air. The red Jiao silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, swayed in the wind, and the golden red lotus pattern on it shone brightly.
The bed is very big and can easily accommodate four or five people. It comes with all the necessary bedding and pillows, as well as various gadgets that Fuwei has never seen before.
But since it appeared, it must be all used on Fu Wei.
Fu Wei, who was not afraid of death, changed his expression and desperately mobilized the spiritual power in his body. He actually broke the chain. He immediately pushed Rong Jiao away and ran towards the door.
Rong Jiao didn't move, like a hunter playing with animals, watching Fu Wei run away quietly.
Just as his hand was about to touch the courtyard gate, a barrier bounced Fu Wei away, and a blood-red chain rose from the ground and hooked his ankle, causing the already panicked Fu Wei to fall to the ground in an instant.
Not only that, Fu Wei also discovered that he had no spiritual power left!
The sound of footsteps behind him made Fu Wei freeze instantly. He watched Rong Jiao walking towards him like the King of Hell who was urging him to die.
"Rong Jiao, you can't do this. Even if I've wronged you, I'm still your master who raised you from childhood... You can't do this to me..."
Rong Jiao bent down and picked up Fu Wei. Regardless of his resistance, he placed him on the gorgeous beauty bed and stroked his fair cheek.
"So what?"
"Who in the Three Realms can fight me? I will be the one who betrays my master and ancestors. Who can stop me?"
Seeing Fu still being stubborn, Rong Jiao's blood-red eyes became even deeper, with a hint of nonchalance and playfulness:
"Fuwei, instead of talking nonsense with me, why not beg me? Maybe you can suffer less."
The collar of her clothes was torn to pieces with a "ripping" sound. Fu Wei moved backwards, but her fair ankle was grabbed and pulled over fiercely.
"Rong Jiao, Rong Jiao, I am your master, how dare you..."
"You can try to see if I dare."
…
A scream was heard in the night sky, like the chirping of a nightingale.
The bed was shaking violently, and the wind from the mountains blew into the yard, blowing up the gauze as thin as a cicada's wing.
Fu Wei bit her lips hard and her nails dug into the quilt beneath her. The red brocade was embroidered with mandarin ducks, which made Fu Wei's fingers look even whiter, and the light blue veins were faintly visible.
The beautiful eyes that were drooped were filled with spring water, and in the hazy state, the water overflowed from the bottom.
He didn't dare to make a sound. He was wet all over and tense. He didn't even dare to touch the silent light hanging on the wall.
He didn't dare to think about what his posture was like.
He bit his lip desperately and tried to curl himself up in the quilt.
"Don't hold it in."
An unquestionable voice rang out, and Rong Jiao's hand reached out, forcing him to open his bright red lips, and pressed her fingers on his tongue, as if deliberately humiliating him, making him make a shameful sound.
Tears as crystal clear as pearls fell and hit the mandarin duck quilt.
I don’t know how long it took.
The last ray of dusk falls in the west, night falls, and finally the moon sets in the west and the sun slowly rises.
The cloud and rain finally stopped.
Fu Wei curled up on the gorgeous bed, having fallen asleep, her body still trembling subconsciously, sobbing from time to time. Her black hair covered her snow-white body, which was full of traces of lovemaking.
Rong Jiao was already dressed neatly in a gorgeous black brocade robe.
Rong Jiao just glanced at Fu Wei, took out one of his outer robes from the space, wrapped the person in it, lifted up the Jiao gauze, and walked out.
The bed disappeared, and Jiguang, who was hanging on the wall, had already fallen into a coma.
He and Fu Wei were making love, but they didn't let an outsider watch. Rong Jiao had knocked the other person unconscious at the beginning, and what he said on the bed just now were just some dirty words to scare Fu Wei.
But Fu Wei didn't dare to go and see it. Of course, it might also be that he didn't have time to go and see it, so he was bullied by Rong Jiao like this.
Looking at Ji Guang, Rong Jiao's eyes were full of murderous intent.
He really wanted to kill Jiguang. Even though he knew his identity and that he had once died together with the devil to protect the people, he still wanted to kill him.
If it weren't for Ji Guang, Fu Wei wouldn't have cut his bones, let alone knocked him down to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and he wouldn't have become like this.
Since you are already dead, why not die more thoroughly? Why come back?
Rong Jiao's eyes turned red with jealousy.
Fortunately, he dismissed the idea in time. After all, this was his bargaining chip to force Fu Wei to submit.
Rong Jiao waved his hand, threw Ji Guang into the storage bag, and carried Fu Wei back to the Demon Realm.
When Fu Wei woke up, she was no longer in the mortal world.
Now he was naked, wearing only a black robe, and a golden chain around his ankle, with two blood jade beads hanging from it.
The marks on the body are like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, making people blush and their heart beat fast just by looking at them.
For many years, ever since the death of that guy Ji Guang, I took over the Shangqing Immortal Sect, and no one dared to offend me.
Now Rong Jiao not only did this to himself, but also locked himself up with chains!
This reminded Fu Wei of when he was a child, he was also imprisoned like an animal.
How many years?
Hundreds of years?
How long has it been since Fu Wei felt this way?
Fu Wei tried to summon his spiritual power, but it was useless. In frustration, he could only pull hard.
The chains rattled and rubbed Fu Wei's ankles red, but it was of no use.
No, not at all.
Now that Fu Wei's power was completely gone and he couldn't do anything, he started taking his anger out on other things. He picked up the vase on the bedside table and smashed it hard on the ground. When that didn't relieve the anger, he opened the drawer.
Inside were white jade bottles, emitting a faint fragrance and carved with patterns of sleeping crabapples in spring.
Not only that, there are all kinds of blushing gadgets on the lower floors.
This is what Rong Jiao used on him last night!
How dare Rong Jiao do this? !
He felt ashamed when he thought about how he was treated like that last night by the apprentice he had raised since childhood and was forced to beg for mercy.
Can't think about it anymore.
Fu Wei was like a furious fox, smashing all those things to pieces.
Soon, no one who could reach Fu Wei could escape the disaster.
The maid at the door was so scared that she didn't dare to come in to see, so she could only go to find Rong Jiao.
After Fu Wei smashed the things, he felt much better. Looking at the mess on the floor, he realized that there was no place to step, so he could only wrap his clothes tightly and go back to bed.
His waist was already sore, and the pain in the middle of his legs was indescribable. Now he had smashed so many things, and his body couldn't take it anymore.
I cursed Rong Jiao in my heart, calling him a real beast.
He had to find a way to escape.
But how can we get Rong Jiao to untie the chains?
The system said distressedly: [Sir, are you okay?]
Freed from the constraints of her character, Fu Wei revealed a gentle and friendly smile and shook her head slightly: "Not bad."
The system said with a gloomy face: [What's going on? Why is it that every time the villain's character is so broken, and why do they always have such thoughts about adults?]
Fu Wei was silent. When he came out of the illusion, he realized that something was wrong, so he tried to get everything back on track. Fortunately, the plot went according to his ideas, but he didn't expect that even after he treated Rong Jiao like this, he still didn't give up on him.
This made Fu Wei very frustrated.
Is he so incompetent as a master?
After thinking for a moment, Fu Wei said to the system: "In the next world, change my identity for me. I can no longer play roles like teacher, master, or mentor. They are too useless."
After deep reflection, Fu Wei felt that the profession of master was incompatible with him, so it would be better not to be one, as it would be easy to lose his reputation and it would be very tiring to act.
[Okay.] The system agreed. Every time the villains saw Fu Wei, they were like dogs seeing bones, eager to tear her apart and eat her.
The system silently looked at the marks on Fu Wei's body. Well, this is no different from eating.
Rong Jiao was handling government affairs in the main hall. When he heard that Fu Wei had smashed his bedroom, he laughed out of anger.
In the past, he was the Sword Lord, and I was as lowly as an ant. He was lawless, and I couldn't control him. Now that he was a prisoner, I had plenty of ways to teach him a lesson.
It seems that I was too gentle to Fu Wei last night, making him unable to understand his own position!
He must teach Fu Wei a lesson!
At the door of the bedroom, the demon servants were trembling with fear and kneeling there without saying a word. When they saw Rong Jiao coming, they quickly opened the door and let him in.
The originally luxurious palace was in a mess, and the entertainment items on the bedside table were smashed to pieces.
"Fu Wei..." Rong Jiao's eyes were full of displeasure. Just as he was about to lift the curtain covering the bed, a cold white light came straight at his face!
It's a piece of broken porcelain!
Fu Wei wants to kill him!
Rong Jiao stood still, watching the porcelain pieces coming towards him, and then stopped an inch away from his eyes. With a sneer, the broken porcelain pieces were eroded by a black air, and Fu Wei's body was unstable and was about to fall off the bed.
Rong Jiao grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and pinched his waist.
Fu Wei was forced to sit in Rong Jiao's arms.
He wanted to resist, but his wrists were hung up by chains that suddenly appeared. The wide sleeves slid down his arms, revealing his beautiful forearms with graceful lines and dotted red marks on them.
"Rong Jiao, kill me if you dare!"
Her chin was pinched and lifted by Rong Jiao, and her soft black hair fell on her shoulders. On her gorgeous face, the red lotus mark between her eyebrows was enchanting and charming, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were moist and full of hatred, the red at the corners of her eyes had not faded yet, as if she had applied rouge, and the corners of her lips were slightly swollen, making her look like a fox cub.
A seductive ghost in the mountains that captivates people.
From the first time they met, Rong Jiao knew that Fu Wei was pretty.
After watching it for all these years, I still don’t feel tired of it.
The anger in Rong Jiao's heart miraculously subsided, and instead, he wanted to see Fu Wei cry, beg for mercy, and have an expression of near collapse on his face.
It seems that only by destroying it can he satisfy his inner desire for destruction.
Just like last night.
"Let me go—"
Rong Jiao chuckled softly, with a hint of ill intent in his voice: "Master, you can continue to scold me, continue to talk. When you've said enough, it's time for me to settle the score with you."
Fu Wei: "What do you mean?"
Rong Jiao stroked Fu Wei's soft hair and held his cheek, so gentle and considerate.
But the words he spoke were chilling. He said, "I will have someone count all the things that were destroyed today, and then I will personally take them back from you. What do you say, my dear Master?"
What does it mean to get it back from him?
Fu Wei was extremely panicked. Her cheeks, which still had color, turned pale in an instant, as if she was frightened, but her mouth was still merciless.
Fu Wei's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Rong Jiao, you are a bastard. If you dare to use those things on me, I will definitely kill you!"
Rong Jiao casually opened Fu Wei's collar and sneered, "Do you think I dare?"
Fu Wei: "...Rong Jiao!"
Rong Jiao said nonchalantly, "I've done things like betraying my teacher and destroying my ancestors, so what else do I have to fear?"
"Master, you clearly said no last night, but I still made you cry..."
Fu Wei shook his head frantically. He didn't want to listen to this, and he didn't dare to recall it. The confusion of last night made him lose face.
But Rong Jiao would not let him go. The more he didn't want to listen, the more he wanted to talk.
"Master, you don't know how beautiful you were yesterday."
Fu Wei bit Rong Jiao's neck hard.
There was no mercy, Fu Wei really wanted to bite off Rong Jiao's flesh, but the spirit body of the powerful person in the Tribulation Period was indestructible and could not be destroyed by lightning. What's more, Fu Wei's spiritual power was trapped now, so even if he used all his strength, he could not cause any harm except making Rong Jiao covered in saliva.
Like tickling.
Rong Jiao chuckled, pinched Fu Wei's cheeks, and forced him to open his mouth.
The bright red lips were gleaming with crystal clear moisture, and Rong Jiao rubbed them vigorously.
"Master, have you had enough of the commotion?"
"Is it my turn now?!"
The chains on his wrists receded like flowing water. Freed from his restraints, Fu Wei fell backwards uncontrollably, sinking into the soft bedding.
Fu Wei kept shrinking back, wrapping himself in the quilt, but he couldn't run far because of the chain on his ankle.
"Rong Jiao, you are worse than an animal!"
The clothes fell down, the dim candlelight in the hall flickered, and the black gauze fluttered like a ghost, making Rong Jiao look more like an evil ghost demanding life.
"Master's mouth looks best when he's silent."
After saying that, Rong Jiao reached out and grabbed Fu Wei's slender ankle, pulling him towards him fiercely. He laughed softly, "Master, do you remember how many things were broken in the hall?"
Fu Wei was so scared that he pushed and struggled, but Rong Jiao's chest was like iron, tightly wrapping around him, so that he could only bend his knees to prevent him from pressing down further.
"Rong Jiao, you really make me sick. You are despicable and worse than an animal..."
"I originally wanted to spare Master some of the minor offenses, but now that Master has scolded me like this, I can only fulfill your wish."
Rong Jiao placed her hand on his knee and chuckled, "Three hundred pieces in total, that's three hundred times."
Fu Wei looked at him in disbelief. All he had thrown away were things beside the bed. Thirty items were lucky, so where did three hundred come from?
"Rong Jiao, how dare you, let me go!"
Rong Jiao did not stop and pressed it down.
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