Nian Nu'er was choked and did not struggle.
She looked at Fang Mo's murderous face, and there was a trace of obsession in her eyes.
She reached out and patted Fang Mo's big iron-like hand, as if to comfort a frightened beast.
"The officials have hurt the slave family."
She gave Fang Mo an angry look, and that charming look made the violent energy in Fang Mo's heart inexplicably dissipate.
The next moment.
Her body disintegrated without warning, turning into a cloud of pink smoke that flowed away from Fang Mo's fingers.
The smoke condenses again below Throne.
Nian Nu'er waved with his plain hand.
A pink lotus stone platform appeared out of thin air.
She sat sideways on the stage with a lazy posture, her head just leaning on Fang Mo's calf, like a docile cat.
"It still feels the same as before."
She closed her eyes, rubbed her cheek against Fang Mo's cold boots, and let out a contented sigh.
"Officials, please don't ask too many questions."
"It's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that you are too weak now."
"You cannot know its name, you cannot see its body, you cannot... cultivate its way."
"Some names, once spoken, will have huge consequences. Today's officials cannot handle it."
Fang Mo looked down at her condescendingly.
This woman knows Prison Suppressor even better than his so-called master. She knows Law here, knows how to manifest objects here, and even knows how to circumvent Prison Suppressor's suppression.
This is the scariest thing.
But the strange thing is that "Record of Punishing Crimes" never moved. This shows that she does not have any malicious intentions.
At least not yet.
Fang Mo grinned, showing a cold smile.
If you can't ask, then do it.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed Nian Nu'er's wrist, and pulled it upwards.
"Weak?"
"Then let me show you my side that is not weak."
He wanted to pull Nian Nu'er onto Throne, hold him in his arms, and use his actions to declare his sovereignty.
However.
Not moving at all.
Nian Nu'er, who was usually very obedient to him and even took the initiative to ask for sex, now seemed to have grown on the ground.
She raised her head, and all the charm on her face disappeared.
Instead, there was an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.
Those Pink Gold eyes reflected the black Throne, revealing an almost fanatical admiration.
"Official."
"No."
She shook her head gently, and although her voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable firmness.
"This position is on Qiongbiluo and Yellow Springs on the bottom."
"Only you can sit."
"Only you are worthy of sitting here."
"The slave..." She lowered her head and her voice was too low to be heard, "I don't deserve it either."
In the big Your Highness square, those prisoners who were still watching the fun now wanted to stuff their heads into their crotches.
Especially Luo Changfeng and Yuanjue.
These two people are both the true successors of Blood God Temple, and they are also influential figures outside.
But at this moment, they were hugging each other and shivering.
Because they understood it.
It was also because of the aura that unintentionally exuded from that woman.
That's Divine Rank's crush.
It's like an ant looking up at the dragon, not even having the courage to look directly at it.
Fang Mo looked at Nian Nu'er with a solemn face, and his tense body slowly relaxed and leaned back on Throne.
"Am I the only one worthy of sitting here?"
He chewed on these words, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.
What this woman is in awe of is not the current Fang Mo, but this chair, or rather, the previous owner of this chair.
"Since you don't deserve to sit down, then kneel down and say it."
Fang Mo's tone was calm, but there was an irresistible domineering tone.
Nian Nu'er heard this, not only was he not angry, but he showed that familiar smile.
"I obey my orders."
She adjusted her posture, kneeling on the lotus platform, folding her hands on her knees, as well-behaved as a little daughter-in-law who had just entered the house.
"Eighteen years ago."
Fang Mo didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point, "Fang Dashan, and that Finger Bone, what's going on?"
His father Fang Dashan, a seemingly ordinary Heavenly Prison jailer, could cut the sky with a sword. This mystery has troubled him for too long.
Nian Nu'er waved his hand.
The pink mist condensed in front of Fang Mo and turned into a mirror, but there was no picture in the mirror, only her lazy voice narrating.
"Eighteen years ago, Divine Capital was in chaos."
"That was no ordinary mutiny or Demon riot."
Nian Nu'er A flash of memory flashed in his eyes, "That night, the sky cracked."
"A severed finger fell from outside Nine Heavens. With endless divine radiance and Sins, it smashed through Divine Capital's city defense formation."
"That's the limb of one of Twelve Divine Kings."
When the word God King was mentioned, Yuanjue Monk, who was pretending to be dead, twitched violently, and let out a strangled exclamation in his throat.
"God King!"
Yuanjue raised his head in shock, his eyes with only the whites of his eyes filled with disbelief, "The legendary Twelve Divine Kings? Isn't that an illusory myth from ancient times? How could it have an entity?"
"Myth?"
Nian Nu'er turned his head and glanced at Yuanjue lightly.
Just a glance.
"Pfft!"
Yuanjue The already broken Soul Body was instantly dimmed as if struck by lightning. If this Prison Suppressor had not been protected by Law who was protecting the prisoner from death, the sight of him would have driven him to pieces.
"The frog at the bottom of the well." Nian Nu'er withdrew his gaze and continued, "Martial Artist Visualize God King Dharma Aspect, and just steal a trace of God King's breath that spreads between heaven and earth, and you can cultivate Divine Ability."
"If you get a divine body..."
She licked her red lips and her eyes were hot, "That is the shortcut for mortals to ascend to heaven. Not only can they obtain the incredible power of God King, but they also have the opportunity to peek into the supreme Tao."
"That night, all Divine Capital masters went crazy."
"Whether it's a decent family or Demons and Evil Spirits, they are all trying to grab that Finger Bone."
"The killing was so bloody that the moat of Divine Capital was dyed red."
Fang Mo listened quietly, tapping his fingers on the armrest rhythmically, "In the end, my father won?"
"Fang Dashan..." Nian Nu'er said the name with a complicated tone, "That's a madman."
"He had one knife per man, wearing Raksha Mask, and killed the entire Divine Capital."
"Whether it was Three Palaces's master or Demon Suppression Division's Commander, no one was his opponent. He stepped over the corpses of thousands of strong men and grabbed the Finger Bone."
"Then what?" Fang Mo asked, "He hid Finger Bone in the Yihong Pavilion?"
Fang Mo has never figured this out.
Since Heavenly Prison is the best place to suppress Demon, why should we abandon the near and seek the far away and throw such a hot potato into a brothel?
"Why?"
Nian Nu'er tilted his head, looked at Fang Mo, and suddenly smiled.
"Because that section Finger Bone belongs to the slave family."