Right here between the lightning and flint.
Boom--!
It was not the thunder of Real World, but a loud noise originating from Soul Depth, exploding in Sea of Consciousness from Nian Nu'er.
That was the sound of iron ropes dragging the ground.
Heavy, cold, with the majesty of judging everything.
The ferocious smile on Nian Nu'er's face froze for an instant. She felt an irresistible and terrifying pull suddenly coming from her chest, which had just been fused and was still beating happily.
It's not that the heart is leaving the body, but that something has locked the heart and wants to drag her into Bottomless Abyss along with it.
"What is this..."
Nian Nu'er can no longer stab Golden Hairpin in his hand.
She lowered her head in horror and saw that there was no blood flowing out of her chest, but four thick chains burning with blue flames.
Wow!
As if the chain was spiritual, it rolled back up in an instant, like a poisonous snake entwining itself, tightly clasping her limbs and bones.
The flame had no temperature, but it burned her soul, and the succubus magic she was proud of melted instantly like snow in the sunlight.
"Prison Suppressor."
Fang Mo's voice became loud and cold at this moment, as if falling from Nine Heavens.
"The door is open."
The two chains were like seductive Ghost Hand stretching out from hell, dragging the purple shadow and sinking into Fang Mo's eyebrows without any hindrance.
Yihong Pavilion, Heavenly Chamber.
The red candle is gone, and the wax tears pile up like blood.
Two bodies sit cross-legged facing each other. The man is handsome and charming, and the woman is enchanting.
Under the flickering candlelight, the two of them were like the golden boy and girl enshrined in the temple, exuding an indescribable match, but because of the stillness and death, they looked particularly eerie and strange.
Even breathing has stopped, and only the sound of heartbeat occasionally makes a dull resonance in the dead silence.
Soul Depth, Prison Suppressor.
Blood Colored Sky hangs low, as if the thick blood cloud is rolling endlessly within reach.
The figure of Fang Mo is condensed and formed on the supreme black Throne.
He supported his chin with one hand and tapped the cold armrest of Throne rhythmically with the other hand. His blue eyes were full of teasing and expectation.
He is waiting.
What a wonderful expression will the arrogant Succubus Progenitor show when he discovers that the power he is proud of has been taken away and his noble soul has become a prisoner.
Fear? Despair? Or hysterical swearing?
No matter which one it is, it is a rare spice in this boring prison life.
However, ten breaths passed.
The expected screams did not sound, only the suppressed breathing of the old prisoners deep in Prison Suppressor.
Fang Mo frowned slightly.
What's going on?
He lowered his head and glanced at Execution Platform below Throne. It was empty there. There was no sign of new prisoners entering the account, and he didn't see the purple figure.
"Wang Ergou." Fang Mo's voice was cold.
In the corner, Wang Ergou, who was rolling himself into a ball and trying to reduce his presence, trembled all over and jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Sir... sir! The little one is here!"
"Where are the people?"
"Ah?" Wang Ergou looked confused, his mung bean eyes full of doubts and a strange kind of panic, "Sir... sir, you... behind you..."
He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at Fang Mo's back. His lips were trembling, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Behind you?
Fang Mo I felt a chill running down my spine.
In this Prison Suppressor, he is absolutely Overlord, and he is the Law itself. How could someone hide from his perception and appear quietly on the Throne that symbolizes the supreme power?
Before he could turn around.
A pair of arms as gentle as jade, with a faint coolness, like two Beauty Snake, slowly stretched out from behind and climbed onto his shoulders.
Then, there was an incredibly soft body that pressed tightly against his back.
"Official..."
The familiar voice carries the charm that is engraved into the bones, and there is also a hint of resentment and vicissitudes that Fang Mo has never heard before.
Hot air sprayed on the ears, causing a shiver.
"It's so hard for you to hide this from me."
"If I had known that the official was this Lord of the Prison, with such abilities as Reach Heaven and Earth, why would the slave family have guarded that Yihong Pavilion for so many years and suffered from lovesickness?"
Fang Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.
No murderous intent.
"Record of Punishing Crimes" has not been opened. Even the Torture Instrument around, who usually squeal with excitement at the slightest disturbance, are as quiet as Pilgrimage at the moment.
How is this possible?
This is the first "prisoner" in Containment since the opening of Prison Suppressor who has not been forcibly imprisoned in Prison Cell or even put in shackles.
She was like a hostess who had returned to her own home, rather than a prisoner who had been captured.
Fang Mo did not move, letting the pair of arms wrap around his neck, and his voice was so calm that there was no trace of waves. "Nu'er Miss, not only has her heart been changed, but her brain has also been changed? There is a price to be paid for recognizing relatives here Prison Suppressor."
"Recognize relatives?"
Nian Nu'er let out a chuckle, and the laughter echoed in the empty black hall, with a bit of sadness.
She let go of one hand, slid her fingertips along Fang Mo's cheek, and finally stopped at the corner of his mouth, pressing it gently.
"Officer, you might as well take a guess."
"The name of Nujia, Nian Nu'er, Nian Nu'er... who is it that you read this?"
"Whose Nu'er do you want to be?"
Fang Mo's eyes narrowed.
"When I met the official for the first time, I felt that there was a warm and intimate atmosphere. I thought it was just the appearance of an old friend, which brought back the Old Longings of the slave family."
Nian Nu'er rested his chin on Fang Mo's shoulder, his pair of Pink Gold's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, looking at the trembling prisoners in the big Your Highness, his eyes showed a look of indifference, and when he turned to look at Fang Mo, his eyes turned into tenderness like water.
"Now that I think about it..."
"It must be that my old friend is still alive."
The words have not yet fallen.
Fang Mo can't hold it in any longer.
He turned around suddenly, his right hand stretched out like electricity, and his five fingers turned into claws, tightly clasping Nian Nu'er's slender and fair neck.
Boom!
A violent Suppressive Power erupted, and the surrounding air solidified instantly.
Fang Mo's pair of faint blue eyes were filled with cold light, without any pity or pity. His fingers kept tightening, and you could even hear the slight sound of the bones being overwhelmed.
"Speak clearly."
"Do you know this world? What does this have to do with you?"
"My old friend is not dead? Then, who am I?"
A series of questions came out like a barrage.
Fang Mo's heart is confused.
All along, he thought that Prison Suppressor was his Golden Finger and the welfare of Transmigrator.
But Nian Nu'er's words directly tore through this disguise, revealing the bigger and more terrifying truth underneath.