1395 Xianxia was a little salty
The man's sturdy waist and firm buttocks, as well as his pair of long legs that had been immersed in the medicinal liquid, had firm lines and carried strength. He was like a vigorous tiger or leopard.
Xia Ling clicked her tongue as she looked at Xuan Lin's body color, which had also become white.
Compared to wild beasts, she still preferred a pretty boy.
This kind of sturdy pretty boy would definitely taste good on the bed.
Xuan Lin quickly summoned a robe from his qiankun bag. That robe recognized its owner and was of an extraordinary grade. He dripped his blood on it, and the Robe automatically attached to his body according to his will.
Click. Xuan Lin suddenly heard a soft sound. On his wrists and ankles, a small chain seemed to have been recognized as his master as well.
The ice-cold chain stuck to his firm skin, just like the jade pendant that recognized him as its master. A circle of binding patterns appeared under his skin. The black shackles were like natural tattoos. From the wrists to the ankles, they formed four thin and winding lines.
He clearly recognized the master, but Xuan Lin could feel that when these four patterns wrapped around his body, his limbs and bones seemed to be bound by an invisible force.
Shackles... ... He had really underestimated his enemy. If a woman wanted to sleep with him, why would she be so kind as to prepare clothes for him ? ?
These shackles were probably to make it easier for a woman to do things, right?
A hateful gaze suddenly shot towards Xia Ling. That bared-teeth gaze was like a wild beast that had gone mad. When it found the bloody beast, it wanted nothing more than to pounce on it and tear her apart.
However, this hateful gaze flashed past. The current Xuan Lin was no longer the Xuan Lin of the past.
He had endured humiliation and humiliation in the Imperial Palace for ten years. He had fought the ferocious beast in the clueless Yunshan sect for a hundred years, but he had not received any help from the female cultivator.
Tolerance and hatred were the first things Xuan Lin learned. Apart from Xia Xia who could change him, this female cultivator from Yunshan sect would surpass her sooner or later and take revenge on her!
Xuan Lin lowered his head, his handsome face showing silence.
"That's right? Be Good, it's good for both of us. " Xia Ling smiled and reached out to Pat Xuan Lin's face.
It would be a pity not to enjoy such a delicious body!
If true Lord Erlang became an immortal and thought about how he had been forced to sleep with Xiao Tianquan in the cultivation world, how beautiful would his dark face be?
The enchantment completely enveloped the room in the blink of an eye.
Xia Ling originally didn't have such thoughts towards Xuan Lin, but seeing Xuan Lin's unyielding expression... ... It made people want to dote on him ...
If she didn't obey him, wouldn't she be letting down the old witch's good name?
Xia Ling approached Xuan Lin.
Xuan Lin took a step back.
The room was filled with restrictions that Xia Ling had set up.
Xuan Lin had gathered his strength to this point, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian condensed into a fist. The fist carried the power of heaven and earth as it struck towards Xia Ling.
However, the gap between the ranks of those below the nascent soul stage could actually be bridged with momentum Xuan Lin had no magic treasures, no weapons, and no chips to fight against those above his rank. If he wanted to escape from the hands of a nascent soul stage cultivator, it would be like a fool's dream.
When the huge fist force came into contact with Xia Ling, a transparent barrier rippled, and in the blink of an eye, Xuan Lin's fist force was neutralized.
"Master, why are you treating me like this? " Xuan Lin's eyes were bloodshot.
The shackles on his wrists and ankles were like moving snakes. They wrapped around his four limbs and attached him to the four corners of the room.
The robe he was wearing had turned transparent. It was better not to wear it, and it made his body look even more enchanting.