Song Zhong did not know any binding techniques, but it was enough that the Divine Weapon knew how to bind people itself.
It was just that this Divine Weapon somehow seemed a little improper.
Binding her hands and feet was one thing, but why had it spread her legs apart too?
And this rope—why had it gone around to the front? Why had it wrapped around her chest and shoulder blades as well?
Those things could be overlooked.
I can understand all that.
But when you tied the final knot, why did you tie it beside her mouth, make it into a ball, and block part of her mouth too?
No matter how one looked at it, this resembled rope art.
The woman opposite him looked at the ropes that had suddenly bound her and frantically twisted her body, trying to break free.
But it was completely useless.
These were not ordinary ropes, but a Divine Weapon.
As she twisted, her perfect figure was instead displayed even more fully.
After struggling twice, she finally gave up. Feeling the ropes' restraint, an intense sense of humiliation rose within her!
When had she ever suffered such humiliation, especially at the hands of a cultivator whose cultivation was far inferior to hers!
She glared viciously at the human before her and said coldly, "You... what do you want?"
Her first word had been icy, clear and cold like clear water striking a frigid spring, but the tone of the following words had visibly changed.
Even that coldness had vanished, and she instead sounded like an ordinary woman being threatened.
An odd expression appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.
"And you're asking what I want?" Song Zhong deliberately put on a lecherous look and said as if it were only natural, "You're my fiancée,