After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 290: The Mandarin Duck Ring is Always Forced to Do Something

In order to prevent Hua Jiantang and Lin Moran from noticing anything, Mo Zheng put one mouthful after another into his mouth, not daring to show it at all.

After the meal, when the long-missed mint soft cake was served on the table, Mo Zheng, with a bloated stomach, could no longer eat a single bite.

He could only rub his stomach helplessly, watching with regret as the mint cake went into Jiuhua's stomach.

At night, my stomach felt even more bloated and uncomfortable.

Afraid of disturbing Li Fuyi's sweet dream, he casually put on his coat and planned to go for a walk in the courtyard to digest his food.

He had only taken a few steps from the bed when he heard Li Fuyi's voice from behind him, "Master, where are you going in the middle of the night?"

"Or... Master is hoping that others will notice something."

In the silent night, someone suddenly spoke behind him. Mo Zheng was startled and instinctively swung his hand towards Li Fuyi's chest.

His hand bounced off the strong chest, causing him to frown in pain. He was at a loss and apologized repeatedly: "Fuyi, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. Does it hurt?"

Li Fuyi's silver-gray eyes turned cold, and her slender fingers clamped Mo Zheng's wrist at the same time, pulling hard and dragging him onto the couch.

After staggering two steps, he fell sideways onto the couch. Mo Zheng felt his back, which had not yet fully recovered, begin to ache again.

Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes and waited for the coming storm.

But there was no movement from Li Fuyi.

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grab his right foot, pull off his shoes and socks, and lift it high up...

Mo Zheng's heart tightened and he wanted to pull his foot back.

But Li Fuyi snorted, "Don't move!"

The dark memory of having his foot chopped off in his previous life flooded into his mind. Mo Zheng didn't dare to move any more and could only hold his breath and feel every move of Li Fuyi.

He felt something cold touching his right foot, followed by a slight metallic collision.

Li Fuyi's movements were unusually gentle, forming a sharp contrast with the frost in his eyes.

Mo Zheng opened his eyes, and in the faint moonlight, he saw two intricately carved gold and silver rings on his right ankle.

Li Fuyi was injecting Mo Shang's own fingertip blood into them and injecting immortal power into them.

Mo Zheng felt uneasy and wanted to pull his foot out, but Li Fuyi's hand suddenly tightened, causing him great pain.

"Fuyi, this is..."

Li Fuyi did not answer, but continued to concentrate on inputting spiritual power into the two rings, silently reciting the magic formula in his mouth.

After making sure they were all firmly locked on Mo Zheng's ankles, he slowly stood up, looked down at Mo Zheng condescendingly, a meaningful smile flashing in his eyes.

"Master, this is a guarantee."

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her voice was so gentle that Mo Zheng couldn't recognize it. He shuddered and felt an inexplicable chill lingering.

"As long as you keep your promises, they're just decorative objects."

After saying this, he suddenly let go, letting his right foot with the two gold and silver rings hang down. The crisp sound of metal collision was particularly obvious in the night.

Mo Zheng gently stroked the gold and silver rings on his feet, looking troubled. "Fuyi... if I wear them, they will make noises when I walk."

“Someone will find out.”

Li Fuyi seemed not to care about it at all. He leaned on the bed with a cynical smile on his lips.

"Master will find a way. If that doesn't work, we'll be seen."

"At worst, I can ask my uncles and aunts to force me to kneel as punishment. It's just a little thing between Taoist couples, it's harmless."

"Whatever you want to do depends entirely on Master's wishes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought about it and activated the golden ring.

Mo Zheng suddenly felt as if his right ankle was being cut back and forth by a blunt knife, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He used both hands to pry the rings on his feet apart, and curled up into a ball.

Groaning in pain, "Ugh...don't...it hurts!"

Li Fuyi snorted, "It hurts? Master, do you know it hurts?"

"They say companions are the same as each other, sharing the same mind and virtue. Isn't that perfect?"

He yawned and turned over to sleep, not intending to pay any more attention to it.

These two gold and silver rings are elegantly called the Mandarin Duck Rings, and are a dirty method used by brothels to discipline the disobedient top prostitutes.

Some prostitutes have good qualifications, and it will be difficult for them to be sold to the madam after a long time, and she will not be able to control them.

Use this mandarin duck ring to lock up Hua Niang. If she is disobedient, the madam can subdue, control, or even find Hua Niang by manipulating the mandarin duck ring.

The cost is quite high. If they are not the top ladies or husbands, it is not worth it for the madam to use them.

Of course, there are also some unique uses among them. If used properly with the spells, Hua Niang can serve the patron willingly and get whatever he asks for.

Li Fuyi watched how "Mo Zheng" abused and trampled on his elder sister, so he asked the succubus to find something that would make him feel the same way to torture Mo Zheng.

He calculated that as Mo Zheng was a powerful person in the Xuanxian realm, the mandarin duck ring could only cause him pain without hurting his foundation.

This is the effect you want!

Naturally, he would not let Yuanyang Huan go easily, and he would make Mo Zheng suffer enough.

There was silence all around, only Mo Zheng's heavy breathing echoed in the room.

He tried to mobilize his spiritual power to wrap them up, hoping to isolate some of the pain.

But no matter how hard he tried, the more he struggled, the more intense the pain became.

In the end, Mo Zheng gave up struggling, and the mandarin duck ring slightly reduced its force, allowing him to barely endure it.

Closing his eyes, he tried his best to steady his breathing and force himself to fall asleep.

But the cold touch was there clearly, and his body couldn't stop shaking slightly. Mo Zheng could only clench his hands into fists, and his nails were sore and painful from being pinched.

I let the moisture from the corners of my eyes flow into the pillow, and finally... I made the same mistake again...

sleep, sleep...

After finishing the rest of the work, it was time to leave and he wanted to go home.

Early in the morning, as soon as Li Fuyi stepped out, Mo Zheng opened his red eyes.

(Tongzi, please buy me some Zui Zui fruit.)

Tongzi wanted to say something but stopped himself. Although this Zui Zui Fruit could numb the pain and relieve Mo Zheng's suffering, if he ate too much, he would really get drunk to death!

Originally, they chose it because they were prepared to use it when they had no other options.

[Fanfan, can I help you reduce your pain? ]

Mo Zheng shook his head. (It's inconvenient. If the pain is lowered, the five senses will also be reduced...)

That would definitely make people around notice something strange, not to mention hiding it from Li Fuyi.

[…But] they now have enough points, but the side effects are really worrying.

(We’re about to leave anyway, so let’s buy it.) Mo Zheng didn’t want to wait any longer and kept urging her.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep the whole night. He finally waited until Li Fuyi passed away. He didn't want to endure it anymore.

(I’m hurt…)

Tongzi's eyes reddened. "Okay! I'll go buy it, but you have to promise me that we'll leave when he ascends the throne!"

(Yes, I agree.) What’s there to keep?

After paying him back the Zichen Sword Sect and this life, it’s time to leave.