The Marriage of the Chivalrous Lady 02

Hua Long Empire, the power of the jianghu to take advantage of the opportunity to disjointed, both to help the poor and the famous sects, but also hide the dirt of the evil lair, there are many hidden in the mountains of the clan, with a martial arts in the chaotic world of guarding a side of heaven and earth. Lingyun Sword Sect is one of them, located on the top of Tiandu Peak in Huangshan Mountain, the sword is clear and harsh, the disciples are to eliminate violence and peace as their own responsibility. Luo Hanyan and Mulan Xue are the two most outstanding disciples of the Sword Sect in this generation. Luo Hanyan was born very beautiful, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, when smiling with spring, when angry with the brake, with a sharp purple clothes, living a thorn rose. But in front of her sister Mulanxue, her luster is always a little less than three points. Mulan snow is the kind of people see to forget the beauty of the common people, eyebrows like a picture, skin as gelatinous, plain clothes snow, standing in the sword between the peaks of the sea of clouds, it seems to be with the sky and the earth as one, Jianghu people send elegant name "snow fairy", not only because of her sword law as frost, but also because of this amazing appearance of the heavenly. The two grew up together since childhood in the sword clan, eat together, live together, the same practice sword, Luo Han Yan nature jumpy, often break some small trouble, are Mulan snow warm words for her to settle; Mulan snow dedicated to practicing the sword, Luo Han Yan will be obediently guarded at the side of the research and ink handing water, this affection, has long exceeded the ordinary teacher sister. Cold River ferry head of the frost flowers stained the fifth layer, Luo Han Yan will finally sister Mulanxue's clues chased to the break. Mulanxue is the division's most dazzling star, a "frost sword law" out of the gods, never had the experience of going down the mountain, but half a year ago she suddenly disappeared. At first, the division only thought she was unable to resist the rules, quietly go to the mountains to practice, but three months past, there is no half of her message on the rivers and lakes - those who have received her favor martial arts family, and she has had friendship with the chivalrous, all shook their heads and said that "snow fairy" has disappeared, as if the reflective sword with the moon, and she is the most dazzling star of the world. It was as if the Moon Sword and her figure had melted into the morning mist of the mountains. Luohan Yan can no longer hold back, hiding the master slipped down the mountain, stepped all over the twelve buildings in Jiangnan, the eighteen fortresses in the north of the Serbian, asked the dart trippers, but also forced the underworld's living hell, only to piece together "disappeared before the emergence of the Shu land," this vague words. Three months ago, she followed the last trace of the vague trail into the Hengduan Mountains. Here, the peaks are like knife-sharpening, the forest is so deep that you can't see the sun, and ordinary caravans don't dare to set foot in it, let alone people gathering here. But today the morning light just pierced through the morning fog, but she was in a hidden mountain pass, looked at the smoke curls - that is actually a town. Luo Hanyan halted her horse, and the black veil hanging down from the edge of her hat covered most of her face, only revealing her tightly pursed jawline. She narrowed her eyes and surveyed the scene behind the mountain pass: the green stone road from the stone bridge over the mountain stream until the town entrance of the pagoda, the pagoda is inscribed with the "Lok Ha Town" three gilded characters, although it is not a strong pen, but it is also brand-new and eye-catching. The town is strewn with houses are brick and tile, and there are even a few stores hanging "rouge store", "bookshop" front, there are even picking a stretcher in front of the peddler in the yelling, bamboo baskets of fresh fruits in the water as if they had just been shipped from Jiangnan. The red silk binding has been deep into the bone marrow, the bride only feel fingertips, toes are frozen into stone, even curled up a little can not do, all the body's strength are consumed in the futile struggle, can only be like a worm can not turn over in the bed on the couch slightly wriggling, every move in exchange for the silk and the skin friction of the burning pain. Without waiting for her to catch her breath, two servants had already grabbed her arms and forced her to sit on the pearwood chair in front of the dressing table. The bronze mirror reflected her wretched appearance, and the servants immediately frowned: "Look at this eye makeup, how can it look like a bride." One of the servants brought a handkerchief soaked in warm water and rudely wiped around her eyes, wiping away the smudged eyeliner and eye shadow, and also wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. The bride grunted, but she couldn't hide from the handkerchief, and could only let the cold fabric rub against her eyes. "Why are you crying? Good times are ahead." The maid who combed the double bun pinched her chin to fix her head, while another maid fetched rouge and water powder to reapply makeup for her - her eyebrows were drawn long and thin into her temples, and her eyeshadow was changed to a deeper begonia red, lining the end of her eyes slightly upward, adding a few points of sultriness, only the despair in those eyes, which couldn't be covered up. Comb the hair of the maid is extremely skillful, fingers flying between, her long black hair coiled into a complex "Chaoyun near incense bun", the first inserted a tired wire title bead gold phoenix hairpin fixed bun, and then with a small pearl strut full of hair, don't put on the ear behind the ears of the red gold inlaid with ruby earrings, the neck hung on the necklace of tired silk embedded treasure, and even on the wrist are set with a three pairs of gilt bracelets! The first movement made a tiny tinkling sound. The woman in the bronze mirror gradually revealed the amazing beauty, exposed on the outside of the eyebrows and eyes exquisite like a fairy in the painting, especially the eyes, even if full of tears, but also beautiful to make the heart tremble. From the neck downwards, there was a confinement that was the polar opposite of the splendor of the head. She was only wearing a scarlet red bib, the fabric is thin, can not block the force of red silk contraction. Soaked through the paste of coarse red silk by charcoal baking, such as iron hoops tightly attached to the skin, shoulders and neck of the silk cloth strangled deep grooves, the outline of the shoulder blades clearly reflected; waist and abdomen between the red silk collection of the most ruthless, the original slender waist was bundled into a grip, internal organs are like being squeezed together, every inhalation with a tearing pain, the chest violently undulate, the edge of the bib is embedded deeply in the skin and flesh, leaving red traces. Arms were tied behind her back, the red rope at her wrists strangled her blood vessels, her fingertips had long since lost consciousness, and she couldn't even curl up a little. Servants will be wrapped in glue paste two embroidered balls into her palm, and then use a wide silk hands will be wrapped into a larger than the head of the red ball, and outside of the set of special black tight stockings - stockings heavy texture and self-constriction, the fabric tightly bite the skin, and even the knuckles of the lines are flattened, the small arm was strangled numb, as if the blood was completely blocked! The small arms were numb, as if the blood had been completely blocked. The lower half of the body was even more outrageous. The legs were wrapped in red silk from the ankles to the base of the thighs, and each knot was strung into the black silk stockings, rubbing the stockings against the skin, so that even the muscle lines of the calves were clearly visible. The maids put on a second thickened long black silk, the contraction force of the double fabric made the legs completely together, the knees could not be bent, the ankles were tied at right angles by the red ropes and silk, the toes were stiff as stones, even perception became blurred. Even more cruel is that two servants set up her legs, forced her feet together into a large red embroidered shoes embroidered with a lotus - shoe size is already on the small side, the two feet crowded in one place, the toes were pressed curled deformation, the satin material of the shoe surface strangled the ankles swollen, the side of the shoe hidden brass buckle "click! The hidden brass buckle on the side of the shoe "clicked" tightly, locking both feet in the shoe, even the slightest movement can not be done. Red silk tied into a dead knot at the root of the thighs, and the waist and abdomen of the silk cloth connected to form a tight whole, she can only be like a worm like twisting in place, every struggle is replaced by the double friction of the silk and stockings, the inner thighs of the skin was rubbed hot, the pain of her shivering. The great shame flooded her like a tidal wave. Once upon a time, she was the senior sister that all the disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect admired, and even the clear wind had to make way for her when the Flowing Frost Sword was unsheathed, but now she was like a fish on a chopping board, letting others toy with her at will. "Oooh--" she let out an angry cry from the depths of her throat, accumulating her whole body's strength to violently struggle, actually hard to get rid of the two maids' clamp. But her legs were bound stiffly, just staggering out half a step, she lost her center of gravity and fell heavily on the green stone board. The moment she landed, all the bones in her body were like being shattered, the red silk rubbed against the ground, strangling her skin with hot pain, the hands wrapped into a red ball were padded under her body, and her knuckles felt a sharp pain that drilled through her heart. She could only wriggle on the ground like a bug that couldn't turn over, the hem of her ultra-short dress flipping up to reveal more skin wrapped in black silk, causing the surrounding henchmen to roar with laughter. "Haha, this bride is quite good at making a scene!" "Master Zhuang, look at her appearance, how fresh she is!" Those laughs pierced into her ears like needles, Mulan Xue's tears surged out, and through the thin silk cover, she clearly saw that Shen Lie was holding his arms, sizing her up with a teasing gaze, as if he was watching an amusing farce. Her body had long been numbed by the red silk strangulation, but the pain in her heart was becoming clearer and clearer - the powerlessness of the empty dantian, the humiliation of being treated as a plaything, and the worry about Luo Han Yan, like countless thorns in her heart. "What's the point of crying? It's only good to look this fresh." Shen Lie squatted down and used his fat thumb to wipe away the teardrops seeping out from under her covered head, the rough touch made Mulan Xue violently incline her head, but he grabbed her hairband and pulled it hard, the pain caused her eyes to go black. Two maids rushed forward, like dragging a sack like to set her up, this time came from the distance the vibration of the drums and music - eight-carried sedan chair has been parked in the main door of the Shen House, sedan chair gilt and jeweled, carved with complex luan and phoenix pattern, red silk winding sedan chair poles light can be seen, looks gorgeous to the extreme, but let Mulan Xue's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Four strong man came forward, will she even people with the restraints together lifted into the sedan chair. Just as she sat down, three leather straps popped out from the bottom of the sedan chair, respectively fastening her waist, abdomen and thighs, and the dark grooves in the sedan chair walls on both sides also stretched out a fine web of ropes, like a spider's web, firmly fixing her to the sedan chair, and even turning her neck became difficult. "This sedan chair was specially built for madam, to ensure you are stable." The butler's frivolous voice came from outside the sedan chair, and only then did Mulan Xue realize that the sedan chair curtains had not been lowered, the small windows on both sides were completely open, and even the roof of the sedan chair was only covered with half a piece of tulle - where is this a sedan chair, it was clearly used to display her in a cage. Shen Lie mounted on a high horse, a red silk dress lining him more and more greasy, he waved his hand, the drums and music sounded again, the tour officially began. Sedan chair was carried through the main street of Lok Ha Town, the street was crowded with "onlookers" of the townspeople, at first there were some sparse congratulatory sounds, but when people see the sedan chair was wrapped in red silk binding Mulan Xue, the discussion gradually changed flavor. "This bride how to be tied?" "Look at that appearance, really a beauty embryo, is too ill-behaved." "Lord Shen Zhuang's blessing, let's just take a look." Luo Hanyan was prepared for this, she was quick on her feet, her left foot firmly stepped on her ankle, bent down and grabbed the cotton and linen square towel stacked on the dresser next to the bed - it was specially prepared by Shen Lie for decorating the new room, the texture was thick and sturdy. She balled the square towel into a fist-sized ball of cloth in three or two tries, and ignoring the maid's horrified stare, she forcefully stuffed it into her mouth, and the ball of cloth just filled her mouth to overflowing, so that even the tip of her tongue was pressed against it, and she couldn't make half a sound. The maid's cheeks instantly bulged red, her eyes glaring round, tears falling down like broken beads. "I'm afraid you'll spit it out and add to the trouble." Luo Han Yan coldly whispered, her gaze sweeping over the corner of the room, quickly discovering the white bandage that Shen Lie had prepared to deal with the sudden wound. She quickly fetched the bandage, squatted down and wrapped it around the maid's mouth, from her chin to the top of her head, one circle tightening over the other, the edges of the bandage tucked into her hair bun to secure it, and finally tying a strong knot at the back of her head. At this moment the maid, in addition to a pair of eyes full of fear and despair exposed outside, the whole face is wrapped tightly by the bandage, even breathing can only through the nasal cavity difficult to carry out. The maid who was completely gagged and tied up completely panicked, like a fish out of water wriggling madly on the cold ground, her body sometimes curled up into a ball, sometimes violently unfolded, her back rubbed painfully on the bricks and she didn't care about it. She kept swinging her head back and forth, rubbing her cheek against the ground in an attempt to loosen the bandage on her mouth, but Luo Han Yan wrapped it tightly and densely, and the bandage embedded itself into her skin like an iron hoop, so no matter how much she rubbed it, it didn't move at all, but instead, it rubbed her cheeks with a fiery pain. Fear drowned her like a tidal wave, and cold sweat dripped down her forehead, soaking the broken hair on her forehead and sticking to her tear-stained cheeks. She only had one crazy thought in her mind: it's over, if I let these two female thieves escape, the Banker will never spare me! Shen Lie's ruthlessness she had heard of - last month a maid accidentally broke his precious porcelain vase, was broken legs and thrown to the back of the mountain to feed the wolves. She is just a maid who relies on odd jobs to make a living, and does not know how to use half kung fu, Luo Hanyan's technique of bundling people is extremely professional, the cowhide rope follows the curve of her body and twines around her wrists, ankles, and waist, all of which are the most tricky "Death Row Buckle", and the rope has long since sunk deep into the skin and flesh, strangling her body, and every time she moves, it looks like there are countless needles sticking into her bones. Every time she moved, it was as if countless needles were sticking into the cracks of her bones. She tried to use her hands tied behind her back to feel around, her fingertips scratched through the rough knots, but she couldn't even distinguish the outlines of the knots - those knots were skillfully hidden by Luo Han Yan in the hollows below her shoulder blades, which were tightly fitted to her skin, and she couldn't even begin to touch them by virtue of her sense of touch. Between the struggles, the hair bun on her head was ripped apart, and her dark hair was draped messily over her shoulders, stained with sweat and dust like a mass of withered grass, and the fat and powder on her face was washed away by the tears, and she was black with a white color, making her look exceptionally lousy. "Well ...... oooo......" her struggles became more and more violent, using her knees against the ground to try to hold up her body, but just as soon as she exerted her strength, the rope around her waist strangled her, and her eyes gushed and blackness, and an agonizing muffled sound came from her throat. The skin at her wrists had been rubbed to the point of redness, and the rough surface of the cowhide rope had rubbed through her flesh, blood dripping down the knots, accumulating into small beads of blood on the ground, but she didn't dare to stop - the thought of Shen Lie's punishment sent chills down her body, and she could only grit her teeth and continue to wriggle, her desperate whimpers coming out through the bandages, blurred and weak, and standing out in the silence of the cave room. the silent cave room was exceptionally clear. The bronze mirror on the dressing table was polished to a shine, clearly reflecting her appearance at this moment - the black silk dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her figure, the old wounds on her wrists and neck were still glowing with a light red color, forming a piercing contrast with her fair skin. Mu Lan Xue was just about to turn her face away when the maid pressed her shoulder, the cold fat powder pounced on her face, hiding the haggardness of staying up all night, but also making her extra embarrassed. "Madam's skin base is good, a little retouching will be gorgeous." The maid said while carefully outlining the shape of her eyebrows with a fine eyebrow pencil, the touch of the tip of the pencil across her brow bone made her body tense up, but she could only sit stiffly. The hairstyle was done in an extraordinarily elaborate manner. The maids used peach wood combs to smooth out her long hair, parted it into a fine braid, wrapped it around the top of her head and coiled it into a chignon, and fetched hairpins made of gold foil to fix it - the heads of the hairpins were carved with complicated twining lotus patterns, and when inserted into the chignon, they were heavy, causing her scalp to ache slightly from the pressure. The rest of her hair was pulled into a bun that hung over her shoulders, tied with a red silk ribbon, and embellished with tiny pearl struts that made a tiny sound with the slightest movement. Finally, the maid put on gilt round earrings for her, the rubies on the earrings swayed gently with the movements, mirroring the gold ornaments on top of her head, setting off her complexion more and more fair. If she ignored the exposed black silk dress on her body, at this moment, she was wearing gold jewelry on her head and rubies in her earrings, clearly a look of a noble mistress, but this exquisite dress fell on her, but only a strong irony. Mu Lan Xue looked at her unfamiliar self in the mirror, her cheeks flushed red, those gold ornaments pressed on her body like shackles, making her breathless even more than last night's red rope. She was just about to raise her hand to pull the hairpin on her head, when the maid quickly pressed her wrist: "Lady don't move, this hairstyle took half an hour, if it's messed up you'll have to do it again." Right at this moment, two big waisted servants carried a black lacquered wooden plate into the room, the plate was covered with scarlet brocade, on top of which was placed a set of red lacquered leather chains with a cold light - each section of the chains was polished smooth and rounded, but with an impenetrable texture, and at the end of it was attached to a special locking clasp. Mulan Xue's heart instantly raised to her throat, and the fear she had just suppressed tumbled up, "What are you going to do?" "Master Zhuang ordered, today's honored guest is coming to the door, to make sure that madam behaves appropriately." The leading maid's tone was flat, but carried an unquestionable toughness. The servants stepped forward to hold her arms, clipping her hands behind her back, and the cold lacquered leather chains instantly wrapped around them. The chains fit the curves of her arms, each section was stuck tightly, from her wrists all the way to her shoulders, crossed behind her back and then firmly locked with the "death row clasp", the very end of the chains also wrapped her hands into a tight sphere, the lacquer leather completely covered her palms, and there was not even a gap for her fingertips to move around. "The chains are wrapped in special lacquer leather, they won't abrade the lady's skin." The maid stepped forward to explain, reaching out and patting the chain's connections, "These hidden buckles are all linked, as long as there is a spot that is not unlocked, the entire set of chains will not be able to move." Mulan Xue tried to move her arms, the chains did not move at all, but instead strangled her shoulder blades with gusts of pain, her hands were wrapped into a sphere of extraordinarily bizarre touch. The binding of her legs made her even more desperate. The servants brought her legs together, and the red patent leather chains started from her ankles, wrapping upward section by section, pulling hard with each wrap to ensure that the chains fit tightly against the black silk, locking them with a hidden buckle at her knees, and extending them to the base of her thighs, connecting them to the chains around her waist. The most brutal part was the paws - the chains were divided into tiny links, securing her toes one by one, and finally bound together with the paws into a side-by-side shape . "The black silk of the ice silkworms on the lady's body is exceptionally tough, sharp knives can't even cut through it, from now on you won't need to wear shoes, you can just step directly on the stockings and walk." The maid squatted down, wiped her black silk wrapped instep with a handkerchief, her tone carried a few hints of inviting credit, "This stocking is not only indestructible, but also wear-resistant, even if it hits the ground every day, it won't be broken, the banker has thought it through for you." Mulan Xue stiffened, looking down at her legs that were bound straight by chains, the black silk was close to the soles of her feet, even the coldness of the ground could be vaguely felt. She tried to stand on tiptoe, the chains immediately sent a piercing strangling pain, her toes were fixed to death, not even a hint of bending could be done. Although it was not as perverted as yesterday when she was tied to the table, at this moment, she was like a human stick fixed by chains, her arms were clipped behind her back, her legs could not be bent, and she could only stand stiffly or be helped to walk, adding a few points of despair compared to the previous bondage. Mulan Xue was so angry that she was trembling, tears were rolling in her eyes, but she bit the red silk in her mouth and refused to fall. She twisted her body hard, trying to break free from Shen Lie's grip, but the chains didn't move at all, but instead made the black silk rub against her skin even more, bringing about a strange numbing itch. Those teasing words stuck into her heart like needles, embarrassing her even more than the chains on her body - she was once a chivalrous woman who fought with a sword in the jianghu, but now she had become a plaything for these two evil thieves to watch for fun. "Unh! Unnnnnnnnnnnnn--!" Mulan Xue's throat squeezed out muffled angry curses, the red silk was clenched to death by her teeth, and the words were stuck behind the fabric and scattered into a blur of airy sounds. She stared roundly, the anger under her eyes almost burned through this humiliating scene, but the more she struggled, the clearer the "rustling" sound of the black silk rubbing against the chains became, instead it was like matching the two men's teasing. "Look, so anxious that you're almost talking nonsense." Shen Lie laughed and reached out to pat her reddened cheeks, "Don't be in a hurry to scold, so that you can properly recognize this 'baby'." He pulled over the red lacquered leather chains that crossed behind Mu Lan Xue's back, and his fingertips scratched through the cool and smooth locks, "This is not ordinary lacquered leather, it is tanned with Jiao Long leather mixed with vermilion sand, the knife can't be cut, the fire can't be burnt, it's so soft that it can be attached to the skin, and it's so tough that it can lift up a heavy stone." The white-haired man came over to watch the fun, and used his folding fan to knock on the raised dark lines on the chains, "These lines look nice, but in reality they are all dark locks, right?" "White brother has good eyesight." Shen Lie triumphantly ripped open the collar of his coat, revealing the bronze key hanging around his neck - the key handle was carved into a hideous beast head, and the teeth patterns were so complex that they looked like coiled snakes, "There are a total of eighteen dark locks from head to toe, all controlled by this key. Unless someone can squarely knock me down and remove it from my neck, no one will be able to undo the restraint." He paused, his eyes swept over Mulan Xue's taut side face, with a few hints of meaning, "But don't worry, before practicing the 'Beautiful Girl Leaving Soul Power', I won't touch you - this evil power is most jealous of the damage to the virgin body, and your innocence. can still be preserved for the time being." Mulan Xue's strength was instantly drained, and even her struggling movements stopped. She is too clear about the characteristics of the dragon skin - the teacher's books have recorded this rare material, soft as silk but stronger than steel, ordinary martial arts can not be destroyed. Eighteen secret locks with the only key meant that she was completely trapped in this humiliating "shackle", and unless there was a miracle, there would never be a day to break free. Despair is like a cold tide, seeping into her skin along the cracks of the chains, freezing her fingertips to numbness. But Shen Lie's sentence "innocence can be preserved for the time being", and like a thin driftwood, let her in the despair caught a sliver of respite - it turned out that last night he did not force the "bedding", is not It turns out that last night he did not force the "bedtime", is not a soft heart, but for the practice of kung fu needs. Although this makes her humiliated, but also means that in the senior sister to bring help, she does not have to bear the most unpleasant violation, more a few points to live on the bottom of the air. "By the way, that assassin who broke into the manor last night, there was no trace of him after searching all night." The white-haired man suddenly changed the topic, with a few points of chagrin in his tone, "Rather, she stirred up a lot of things, otherwise you, the lady, would have been able to 'serve the bed' last night." Shen Lie's face sank, but also helplessly waved his hand, "Forget it, a small thief only, can't turn big waves. Waiting to capture your two senior sisters, then free up your hands to search her is not too late." "The assassin ...... didn't catch it?" Mulan Xue's heart skipped a beat, and her originally chaotic brain instantly woke up. Who else could be the one who left last night by flipping through the window but senior sister Luo Hanyan? Not being caught meant that the senior sister had escaped! This thought was like a ray of light that pierced through the fog of despair that wrapped her - if her senior sister was safe, she would have a chance to find her master, find help, and she would still have hope! And the news that Shen Lie was practicing to preserve her innocence added more weight to that hope - she had enough time to wait without having to be instantly crushed in fear and humiliation. She blinked away the moisture in the corners of her eyes with all her might, and when she lifted her head again, the despair in the bottom of her eyes had been replaced by a stoic light. Shen Lie was still complaining about the assassin with the white-haired man, completely unaware of her change. Mulan Xue quietly moved her leather-wrapped fingers, and although she couldn't bend them, she could clearly feel the stinging pain in her palm - it was the wound pinched by her fingernails when she clenched her fist just now, and the pain kept her awake. As long as her senior sister could bring help safely, not to mention the eighteen dark locks, even if it was a brick wall, she could still wait. She stared at the bronze key swaying on Shen Lie's neck and silently memorized the key's appearance in her mind - not only was it the key to unlocking the constraints on her body, but it was also the credentials that would uncover the plot of these two evil thieves to use a chivalrous woman to practice evil arts in the future. At this moment, she is no longer a purely passive prey to bear, but in the humiliation of the hidden sharp waiter, every bit of sobriety and stoicism, are for the future counterattack when the fatal blow. "This is the real mistress of our Shen Family Village, Mrs. Mu!" The leading maid used a silk handkerchief to dust the non-existent dust on Mu Lanxue's shoulders, her tone was full of exaggerated respect, "The banker honors madam, this outfit is all good material imported from the Western Regions, ordinary people can't even see it, how honorable!" Before the words fell, the seated Mulan Xue suddenly twisted her body violently, the black one-piece socks rubbing against the red leather belt made a piercing "rustling" sound. The corners of her mouth, which was sealed by the dark red gag, kept wriggling, and a suppressed and painful moan was squeezed out of her throat, transparent saliva slowly seeped out along the gap between the gag and the skin, snaked across the jawline, and dripped down on the leather belt that was crossed in front of her chest, haloing a small piece of wet mark. Her eyes were red, tears rolled down like broken beads, two deep tear marks were etched on the carefully painted tails of her eyes, dappling the gold powder, forming a blinding contrast with her "honorable" appearance. Su Qingyuan's sisters' hearts tightened as they watched - the so-called "respect" and "honor" was just a more refined form of imprisonment. The despair and resistance in Mulan Xue's eyes was the same as when they were being dragged and crawled, clearly a prisoner under the sword who had lost her freedom. The maid seemed to have long been accustomed to this scene, and only impatiently patted Mulanxue's arm: "Lady be at peace, don't lose your honor." After saying this, she turned around and greeted the other maids, "Let's go and reply first, let them wait here." The footsteps of the maids completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the heavy wooden door locked with a click, isolating the back hall from the outside world. The sweet rose fragrance in the air finally faded a bit, Su Qingyuan was the first to move - the red shell rubbing against the ground made a "duk-duk" sound, she arched her back and belly, using the toughness of the shell wall to squirm with difficulty, and moved towards Mulan Xue's direction. Su Qingyi followed closely behind, white stockings rubbing over the brick floor, leaving a few faint gray traces, the two left and right, quickly stick to the side of Mulanxue's chair. Mulan Xue sensed their proximity, the original violent struggle of the body slightly calmed down, only the throat is still overflowing with tiny moans. She laboriously turned her neck and looked at Su Qingyuan with red eyes, the bottom of her eyes surging with a light that was a mixture of despair and hope. Su Qingyuan understood, and aimed the edge of the red shell at the loosest leather belt at Mulan Xue's waist and abdomen, and tried to gently rub it - although the surface of the red shell was smooth, it had subtle lines, and she hoped that she could rub off the stitching of the leather belt, or rub out a little loose gap. Su Qing Yi also followed her sister's example, using the red shell on her shoulder to rub against the straps on Mulan Xue's wrists. The black one-piece socks were strangled tightly by the leather straps, every time Mulan Xue moved, it drove the leather straps to rub against her skin, it hurt so much that she was trembling all over her body, her tears gushed out again, but she bit down on the mouth of the stopper, and refused to make a louder sound. Red shell and leather collision "rustle" sound, became the only movement in the back room, the three people's breathing with rapid undulation, every rubbing are poured out all their strength. Half an hour passed quietly, Su Qingyuan's forehead was already filled with sweat, sliding down her cheeks and dripping on the red shell. She stopped moving, through the candlelight to carefully measure the leather belt on Mulan Xue's body - those seemingly simple binding, in fact, hidden mystery, in the leather belt cross the node, are embedded with a nail cap size of the dark locks, the lock core is dark red, and the color of the leather belt is almost blended into one, without a closer look is simply undetectable. These dark locks will leather belt firmly locked, not to mention rubbing, even with a sword cutting, I'm afraid it is difficult to hurt a little bit. "The locks ...... are dark locks ......" Su Qingyi's voice was muffled by the carnelian tape, she stretched out her fingers wrapped in red shells and gently tapped one of the dark locks. Mulan Xue's body stiffened violently, a mournful whimper escaped from her throat, she twisted her wrist forcefully, trying to let them see the tiny lines engraved next to the dark lock - the lines were exactly the same as the lines of the jade pendant on Shen Lie's waist, a mark unique to the Shen family. Su Qingyuan's heart sank completely. She recalled the string of silver chain hanging between Shen Lie's neck at the banquet, the pendant was an exquisite small box, at that time she only thought it was an unusual ornament, only now did it dawn on her - what was contained in that box must be the only key to open these secret locks. Mulan snow and they, but is Shen Lie collection of two "treasures", a red shell sealed, a leather belt binding, seemingly different situations, in fact, are firmly clutched in the palm of his hand, and even the possibility of escape, are hung on his neck by that string of keys, completely extinguished. He waved his hand, and two men in black immediately stepped forward, but instead of escorting the hostages, they fetched a pair of specially-made Xuan Iron Shackles - the shackles were polished exceptionally smooth, without the burrs of unusual torture devices, and had obviously been specially prepared. "These shackles are just symbolic restraints, they won't hurt you." Shen Lie's tone carried a few moments of deliberate gentleness, "Don't dawdle, follow me back to the estate, don't worry, I won't treat you like I treat others." He never dreamed that he would one day be able to make a super-top-notch female warrior like Ling Frost bind her hands. Once upon a time, when he heard of her mighty name in the jianghu, he felt that it was a luxury to even look at her from afar, but now that this flower of the high ridge had been planted in his hands, this sense of accomplishment of yanking someone down from the clouds into the mire made his blood boil. "I want to see them safe and sound with my own eyes." Ling Frost's voice was hoarse as hell, yet it still carried an unquestionable firmness. She could clearly feel the internal strength in her body - although she was poisoned by the snake and seriously injured, but with the "no trace of snow" light skill, if she tried her best to break out, she might not have no possibility of escaping. But she did not dare to bet, once she escaped, Shen Lie will certainly vent his anger on Mu Lanxue and Luo Hanyan, then not to mention rescue, even their bodies may not be able to retrieve. What's more, she is now internal energy depletion, body snake venom, even if by chance to escape, at least need a year and a half to recover martial arts. Shen Lie will never give her a chance to take revenge, and when she returns from her injuries, I'm afraid that her sisters will have already become his cauldron for practicing kung fu, and even their bodies and bones won't be left. Instead of this, it would be better to follow him back to the village first, not only can protect the senior sister, but also wait for the opportunity to find a chance to rescue. "Good." Shen Lie smiled more and more arrogantly, snapped his fingers, and two black-clothed men immediately escorted the bound Luo Han Yan over. Luo Han Yan's ecstasy hadn't completely receded yet, her eyes were lax, and only when she saw Ling Frost did she barely struggle to cry out, "Eldest Sister, don't mind me! Run!" Ling Frost looked at the tear stains on her senior sister's face and her wrists, which were bound red, and her heart ached as if it was being stabbed by needles. She braced herself to stand up, and just as she took her first step, she stumbled due to the sharp pain in her chest, and the pant leg of her gold and white silk stockings scraped over the gravel on the ground, leaving a shallow mark. But the next second, something marvelous happened - that stain was actually like being wiped away by an invisible hand, gradually fading away, the pantyhose became as clean as new again, and even the breach that had been scraped out by the red snake scales before was also slowly closing up at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and ultimately restored to its intact form. Ling Frost gritted her teeth and did as she was told with extreme humiliation. She could clearly feel the touch of the stockings rubbing against her, and as her legs came together, the stockings fit tighter, every inch of movement amplified. Shen Lie squatted down, picked up the Binding Immortal Silk, and started winding it from her ankles-as soon as the silk threads touched the stockings, it was as if they were alive, fitting tightly onto the stocking material, emitting a faint silver light, and starting to absorb the residual internal energy in her body. "This stocking of yours is incredibly tough, so I'll simply use it as a trick." Shen Lie's voice carried a hint of bizarre excitement as he pulled out a special silver needle from his pocket, threaded it through the Binding Immortal Silk, and actually directly sewed the stockings of her legs together, "In this way, your legs will no longer be able to be separated, and even if you have supreme lightness of being, you won't be able to exert half of it." The moment the silver needle passed through the stockings, Ling Frost's body trembled uncontrollably - not because of the pain, but because of the humiliation that went deep into her bones. The silk thread was sewn from her ankles all the way to the root of her thighs, each stitch precisely securing the stockings of both legs together, and her originally agile legs were completely bound, only able to remain in a side-by-side staggered position. She could feel the tightness of the stockings being pulled, and every breath drove the skin of her legs to rub against the stockings, making her want to kill herself immediately. "Even if my legs are tied, I can still stand." Ling Frost forced herself to endure the humiliation and stabilized her body with her internal force - an ordinary person whose legs were sewn together like this would have long fallen to the ground, but with her deep internal force foundation, she still stood with a straight spine, and her legs wrapped in the gold silk white stockings were still as stable as a rock even though they couldn't be separated, and this resilience made Shen Lie's eyes grow more and more complicated. "Very good." Shen Lie stood up and picked up the jar of glue that emitted a ghostly blue glow, "This is 'Xuan Iron Glue', when it encounters Qi, it condenses, even if it is Tianshan Ice Silkworm Silk, it can be firmly glued." He stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Ling Frost's wrist, pulling her hands behind her back, "Combine your hands and align your fingers." Ling Frost struggled desperately, the fingertips of her long white gloves gouged Shen Lie's arm dead center, but she was unable to break free because her internal strength was absorbed by the Binding Immortal Silk. Shen Lie's strength was immense, forcing her hands to merge behind her back, then opening the lid of the Xuan Iron Glue and spreading the glue evenly on her gloves - the cold glue emitted a pungent odor just as soon as it came into contact with the gloves, and then began to heat up as if it was going to melt the gloves and her skin together. "Hold her down!" Shen Lie shouted to the black-clothed men at the door. Two black-clothed men immediately stepped forward and pressed Ling Frost's shoulders to death so that she could not move. Shen Lie, on the other hand, pressed her hands with the Bronze Seal, and the runes on the seal instantly lit up, intertwining with the ghostly blue light of the Xuan Iron Glue. Ling Frost only felt a sharp pain coming from her hands, her gloves felt like they were glued together raw, fingers to fingers, small arms to small arms, and even her big arms were firmly fixed, completely unable to separate, and she couldn't even bend them. "Let go of me!" Ling Frost finally couldn't help but roar out in anger, her voice carrying a tearing tremor. She could feel the stiffness of her hands being immobilized, the binding sensation of her legs being sewn together, as well as the internal energy that was constantly being absorbed within her body, and the paralyzing sensation brought about by the snake venom, all of these pains intertwined together, almost destroying her sanity. Shen Lie loosened his hand and admired his own "masterpiece" - Ling Frost was wearing a spotless moonlight white sword robe and white silk stockings, but her legs were sewn together by the Immortal Binding Silk, and her hands were glued together by the Xuan Iron Glue, like a holy statue in bondage, and that wretchedness was intertwined with a noble appearance, letting the desire for conquest in his heart get extreme. His desire for conquest in his heart was supremely satisfied. He withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and turned to draw out a roll of golden rope from the bottom of the ebony treasure chest, the rope body was woven with fine cloud patterns, which complemented Ling Frost's platinum attire, "This 'Golden Silk Immortal Binding Rope' was specially prepared by me for you, with a platinum color scheme that matches the 'Golden Sword Snow Clothes' identity." Ling Frost's face completely sank, looking at the roll of golden rope glowing with cold light, her fingertips curling futilely in her stuck gloves - she could feel the faint evil aura emanating from the rope, clearly belonging to the same class of treasures restraining internal energy as the Immortal Binding Silk. Shen Lie went around behind her, his rough fingertips crossed her arm that was fixed by the Xuan Iron Glue, felt the tightness of the muscles under the glove, and the corner of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, "Although the Xuan Iron Glue is able to stick to your glove, it's ultimately not stable enough, it's better to use the ropes to tie it up solidly before resting assured."

Ling Shuang's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. The perspiration trickled down her pale cheeks, soaking the wisps of hair at her temples and dampening her clothes. Even the white silk wrapped around her face was slick with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, making her look utterly disheveled. Her white silken stockings were already drenched, sticking unpleasantly to her legs. The once fair skin beneath was flushed a faint red from being trapped and suffocated, her breathing rapid and heavy, her chest rising and falling with each breath that carried a stifling heat. Luo Hanyan was no better off. Her cat ears, wet with sweat, clung to the sides of her face. Beads of sweat slid down her forehead from her wounds, causing a subtle sting. Her entire body was wrapped in black tape, preventing any sweat from escaping. It could only trickle down the seams of the tape, soaking her clothes until they were thoroughly damp. The scent of her body mingled with the smell of sweat, becoming overwhelmingly noticeable. She, too, was panting, her chest heaving violently. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and humiliation. From behind the silk scarf stuffed in her mouth, only faint, rapid whimpers could escape, making even breathing a struggle. Chi Ying frowned, instinctively taking a step back to avoid the mingled scent of sweat. A flicker of disgust crossed her eyes, yet it was tinged with amusement. "I never expected you two delicate, righteous beauties, after being suffocated for so long, to become so disheveled. The smell of sweat all over you is truly unpleasant." As she spoke, she reached out, grabbed Ling Shuang's arm, and dragged her out of the carriage. Then, she bent down, grabbed Luo Hanyan by the scruff of her neck, and unceremoniously pulled her out as well, tossing them onto the open ground in front of the dilapidated temple. They landed heavily on the cold ground. The dizziness from the stifling heat had not yet subsided when the chill from the ground stimulated them, causing them to shiver involuntarily. They remained tightly bound, the hemp ropes around their necks still untied, the silk scarves in their mouths and the silk on their faces still tightly wrapped. They could only twist their bodies in vain, emitting urgent whimpers from their throats, their eyes filled with anger and unwillingness. Their hearts seethed with resentment, constantly complaining: "It's all your fault we're in such a mess, almost suffocating us!" But with their mouths sealed shut, all their complaints and anger had to be bottled up inside. They couldn't even utter a complete sentence, forced to let the rage burn within their hearts. Now that she was free, Chi Ying finally had the leisure to carefully examine their restraints. She squatted down, first approaching Luo Hanyan. Her fingertips gently prodded the black tape wrapped around her body, a hint of surprise in her eyes. This tape was mixed with a strange potion, extremely adhesive, tightly binding Luo Hanyan's arms and legs. Her arms were folded together, pressed tightly against her chest, and her thighs and calves were also forcibly bent. Her entire limbs were tightly wrapped with tape, making it impossible to separate them. She was like a small cat whose limbs were bound, unable to move, curled up on the ground, even her struggles appearing clumsy. Chi Ying then reached out and tugged at Luo Hanyan's tape. The tape was incredibly tough, like iron, unyielding and completely immovable. She then looked at Luo Hanyan's hands. Her fingers were completely encased in black tape, forming balls. Not even her fingertips were exposed. Through the outer layer of the stockings, the glue seeping from the tape was clearly visible. It was mixed with solidified adhesive, firmly sticking her fingers together, rendering them unable to extend, not even a sliver of space. She then leaned down to examine Luo Hanyan's feet. The black stockings were already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to the tops of her feet. Through the stockings, it was clear that her soles and all her toes were firmly stuck together by the adhesive. Even though Luo Hanyan twisted her feet with all her might, her toes remained motionless. She could only feel the tightness and stinging sensation from the glue, unable to even curl them slightly. Afterward, Chi Ying moved to Ling Shuang, carefully inspecting her restraints. Ling Shuang's long white silk gloves were tightly fastened together at the back, her fingers interlaced, completely unable to separate. A faint scent of adhesive lingered between the seams of the gloves, sticky and pungent. The white silk stockings on her legs were even more exaggerated, as if her legs had been forcibly stuffed into the same stocking tube, firmly secured together by adhesive, clinging to her skin without any gap. Her legs could only remain in a closed position, unable to even separate slightly. Even with all of Ling Shuang's efforts, she could only make her stuck-together toes perform clumsy wiggles. They were completely unable to extend, let alone exert force. Chi Ying extended her fingertips, gently tugging at Ling Shuang's long white silk gloves, then pulling at her white silk stockings. Her fingertips could clearly feel the toughness of the fabric. After testing the adhesion of the gloves and the resilience of the stockings, a look of understanding flashed in her eyes, followed by a playful smile. She finally understood why these thin silk stockings and gloves could restrain a peerless master like Ling Shuang. The person who bound them was a genius. These gloves and stockings were clearly Ling Shuang's own treasures. The fabric was incredibly tough. Even after being dragged, rubbed, and jolted along the way, her long white silk gloves and white silk stockings remained clean, unstained, and as pristine as new. Yet, these two pieces of her own incredibly resilient intimate apparel had now been bonded together with adhesive and turned into tools to restrain her. Ling Shuang, the once glorious senior disciple of the Lingyun Sword Sect, was now firmly trapped by her own treasures, utterly incapable of struggling. Chi Ying looked at the humiliation and unwillingness in Ling Shuang's eyes and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, her heart filled with irony. In this world, there was probably nothing more ridiculous and ironic than this.

Ling Shuang struggled, twisting her legs glued together, trying to bend her knees. But the silk stockings and glue held too fast. Her legs remained pressed together, and even the slightest movement sent a piercing pain through her, pulling at her aching muscles and making soft sounds. Luo Hanyan tried to wriggle her taped arms, but they were folded and secured, her fingers unable to bend. The tape held her fast. Even with all her strength, she could only manage tiny movements, unable to break free from Chi Ying's embrace. Instead, her slight movements caused Chi Ying to instinctively tighten her arms, holding them even closer. They knew, deep down, that escaping without waking Chi Ying was impossible. Even if Chi Ying were awake, in their current state of exhaustion and with their multiple restraints, escape was out of the question. Chi Ying's arms were like iron bands, locking them in place. Held in her embrace, they were like lifeless dolls, forced into rigid poses, their struggles clumsy and weak. Ling Shuang painstakingly turned her eyeballs, her gaze passing over Chi Ying's shoulder to meet Luo Hanyan's. Despair and unwillingness filled their eyes, a bone-deep helplessness. Trapped in layers of custom restraints, toyed with by the demonic sect's witch, and now held so tightly, they had no hope of escape. Words choked in their throats, but their mouths were sealed by silk scarves and fabric, leaving them only with faint, desperate whimpers. These moans were filled with grievance, resentment, and utter despair, sounding particularly desolate in the small, stuffy carriage. They stared at each other in despair, the light in their eyes dimming. All their strength was gone, even the will to writhe fading. They could only be held by Chi Ying, like discarded toys in the dark carriage, silently enduring the endless humiliation and hopelessness. They couldn't utter a complaint or a protest, only those weak whimpers, speaking of their current pain and helplessness. After an unknown amount of time, crisp birdsong from outside pierced the carriage seams, waking the three sleepers. Chi Ying slowly opened her eyes, a trace of lingering sleepiness in her crimson gaze. She rubbed her eyes, then looked down at the two still firmly bound figures in her arms. A faint, mocking smile touched her lips. She then released her arms, gently placing them on the carriage floor. The day had fully broken. Light filtering through the carriage seams illuminated the mess within: sweat stains on the floor, scattered hair, and the still-tight restraints on their bodies, their faces marred by disheveled silk. Chi Ying stretched, stood, and moved her limbs. Her voice was lazy but carried an undeniable authority. "It's dawn. Time to move. Don't delay me from returning to the sect to report." She turned and exited the carriage, returning shortly with two large, thick burlap sacks. The sacks were rough, sturdy, and dark, emitting a faint smell of dust and mildew, clearly old and hastily found. Without hesitation, Chi Ying approached Ling Shuang. Ignoring her desperate struggles and the resistance in her eyes, she bent down and pulled a sack over her, leaving only her head exposed. The rest of her body was tightly wrapped, further constricting her already glued and taped form, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult. Next, she pulled the other sack over Luo Hanyan, also leaving only her head visible. The black sack clung tightly to her taped body, blending with the black tape, revealing only a pair of despairing eyes and drooping cat ears. With the sacks on, the two beauties lost all freedom of movement. The already stuffy carriage, combined with the thick, unbreathable sacks, made them instantly feel hotter. Their backs were soaked with sweat, the sticky moisture sliding down their skin, soaking their inner clothing and stockings, then seeping into the sacks, making them damp and clingy, a suffocating discomfort against their skin. Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan painfully turned their eyeballs, meeting each other's gaze in renewed despair. The anger and unwillingness were gone, replaced by a bone-deep hopelessness and helplessness. Trapped by layers of restraints, mouths sealed by silk, and now tightly bound in burlap sacks, they had no room to struggle. They could clearly feel the stifling heat and pressure from the sacks. Sweat streamed down their cheeks, dripping onto the sacks, creating small damp patches. Their skin, suffocated, turned red and hot, an itchiness and heat intertwined, almost driving them mad. But they had no choice. They were forced to curl up in the carriage, struggling to alleviate the unbearable heat and confinement. However, being so tightly wrapped in the sacks, combined with the tape and glue restraints, made their movements incredibly clumsy. All they could do was repeatedly crawl and fall on the carriage floor, then crawl and fall again. Each fall, the sack colliding with the rough wooden planks, brought a sting. Sweat seeped out more and more, sticking to their skin, and the sacks grew heavier, making them more exhausted, their strength to even writhe draining away.

They saw life through the carriage windows, they were so close to rescue, so close to being discovered in their plight, yet each time, Akage skillfully thwarted them, each glimmer of hope turning into deeper despair. Luo Hanyan could no longer hold back, a suppressed, desperate whimper escaping her throat. Her cat ears, wet with tears, clung tightly to her cheeks, her body trembling. The unwillingness and despair threatened to drown her. Ling Shuang's face was ashen, the silk at the corner of her mouth soaked with tears, clinging to her skin. Her eyes were filled with numbness and a dead stillness. She recalled the figures she'd seen through the carriage window twice, the woodcutter's silhouette, the sound of the merchant caravan's hooves, and found it all incredibly laughable. They had tried with all their might, cast aside all their dignity, attempting to grasp that sliver of hope, but before Akage, it was all in vain. She even began to doubt if she would ever truly escape, if she was destined to be taken back to the demon cult by Akage, forever imprisoned in this cramped carriage, forever enduring this endless humiliation and suffering. Akage watched the two women in the carriage descend into complete despair, a deeper amusement glinting in her eyes. She once again peered through the gap in the carriage window, gently kicking the carriage wall with her foot. Her voice was cold and cruel, "Face reality, you'll never escape. Even if you see more people through the window, no matter how hard you try to call for help, I will skillfully resolve it. Your hope is merely a joke in my eyes." As she spoke, she urged the horses forward. The carriage wheels crunched over the gravel on the road, emitting a "rumble, rumble" sound. A heavy silence filled the carriage. Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan no longer struggled, allowing their bodies to curl up in the corner, their eyes vacant as they stared through the window gaps. The greenery outside remained, but to them, it had become meaningless. Two chances to seek help, two missed opportunities. They had seen a chance for rescue through the window, only to miss it. This despair, more than the pain of their restraints, more than Akage's wanton humiliation, was utterly crushing. The carriage remained hot and humid, a mixture of sweat and glue. Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan huddled in the corner, the hemp rope around their necks securely tied to the wooden bars inside the carriage. Their fingers and toes were still firmly glued together, and the tape and stockings on their bodies remained incredibly resilient, showing no signs of loosening. They no longer thrashed, no longer whimpered, but simply curled up, gazing through the window gaps at the rapidly passing desolate scenery. Their eyes were so vacant, not a single spark of light within them. The missed opportunities for rescue had completely shattered all hope in their hearts. That bone-deep despair, like a cold tide, enveloped them, and they could no longer break free. They knew in their hearts that from now on, even if they saw passersby through the carriage window again, even if they tried to call for help, it would only be easily resolved by Akage. There would be no possibility of rescue. The carriage continued to move forward. After about another hour, it finally left the main road entirely and entered a desolate, secluded dirt path. There was not a trace of human habitation around, only vast weeds and rocks, and not even the shadow of a bird could be seen. Akage guided the carriage, feeling the bumps of the road. Recalling the women's attempts to seek help just moments ago, the amusement in her heart gradually faded, replaced by a surge of anger. She hadn't expected these two women, so tightly bound, to dare to try and seek help repeatedly. Such disobedience. She suddenly pulled the reins, stopping the carriage, dismounted from the front, her face icy, her eyes filled with ferocity. She strode quickly to the carriage door, opened the latch with a "click," and yanked the door open forcefully. Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan inside the carriage stiffened, instinctively curling up together, their eyes filled with terror. Akage bent down and entered the carriage, looking down at them. Her voice was cold, laced with a playful anger, "I never expected that even bound like this, you'd dare to secretly seek help. Truly disobedient! It seems the previous lesson wasn't enough. I need to punish you properly, to make you completely abandon any thought of seeking help!" As she spoke, a wicked smile curved Akage's lips. She slowly bent down and raised her hands, peeling off the thick black stockings from her legs. She had worn them for a long time, and they clung tightly to her legs. As she peeled them off, they felt slightly sticky. After removing them, she crumpled them into a ball and casually tossed them aside. A sour, pungent odor instantly permeated the air, the smell of sweat and staleness accumulated from prolonged wear, acrid and nauseating, instantly filling the small, stuffy carriage. Akage, holding the sticky, sour ball of stockings, first approached Ling Shuang. Ignoring her desperate attempts to turn her head away, her eyes filled with resistance and fear, Akage forcefully pinched her chin, forcing her mouth slightly open. Even though her mouth was stuffed with silk, Akage roughly pulled it aside and then shoved the crumpled stockings into her mouth, pressing them firmly against her tongue. The sour smell exploded in Ling Shuang's mouth, making her tremble and her stomach churn violently. She felt an extreme nausea and tried with all her might to spit out the stockings, but as soon as she moved, Akage pressed down on her head, rendering her immobile. Next, Akage took out a roll of white tape from her waist – the same color as Ling Shuang's white silk long gloves and white stockings. She raised her hand, pressed it against Ling Shuang's cheek, and firmly taped her mouth shut, from corner to corner, wrapping it layer upon layer without leaving any gaps. Her mouth was sealed shut, forcing her to breathe carefully, let alone spit out the stockings in her mouth. Ling Shuang could only reluctantly hold the sour, sticky ball of stockings in her mouth. The pungent odor drilled down her throat, and waves of nausea washed over her repeatedly. Tears streamed uncontrollably, but she didn't even have the strength to lift a hand to wipe them away. After dealing with Ling Shuang, Akage took another crumpled ball of thick black stockings and walked over to Luo Hanyan. Luo Hanyan's body stiffened with fear, her cat ears pressed tightly against her head. She shook her head desperately, trying to dodge, but her neck was tied by the rope, making evasion impossible. Akage still roughly pinched her chin and forced the stockings into her mouth. That familiar sour smell instantly made Luo Hanyan's eyes water, and a muffled whimper escaped her throat. Her stomach churned, and she too wanted to spit out the stockings, but Akage held her shoulders firmly. Subsequently, Akage took out a roll of black tape – the same color as Luo Hanyan's black stockings and black tape. She skillfully sealed Luo Hanyan's mouth shut as well. The tape adhered tightly to her cheek, which was already wrapped in silk, blending seamlessly with her black attire, leaving no room for looseness. Luo Hanyan's toes wriggled desperately within the glued-together stockings, her body struggling violently, but she could only endure the sour stockings in her mouth. Nausea caused her body to convulse, yet there was no possibility of spitting them out.

Ling Shuang's feet were shackled by heavy leg irons, firmly locked to the bedposts, rendering her unable to even stand. Luo Hanyan's foot was also chained to Ling Shuang's leg irons, binding the two together completely, like conjoined twins. Whatever they did, they had to do in unison, and even struggling became a futile hope. They were forcibly placed on the bridal bed in the new chamber, utterly immobile. Beside them stood two expressionless maids, watching them constantly. The moment they detected the slightest movement, they would immediately step forward to restrain them, giving them no chance to resist. At this moment, Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan finally understood that there was no possibility of escape. Desperate whimpers escaped their taped-shut mouths, faint yet filled with endless sorrow. They harbored a single, humble wish: even if they couldn't escape, even if they had to remain confined like this, at least they could have the foul-smelling stocking removed from their mouths and replaced with something slightly cleaner, even just a piece of ordinary cloth, anything was better than being tormented day and night by the stench. But even this most basic wish was unattainable – their mouths were sealed shut by tape, rendering them unable to speak, unable to voice their plea, only able to endure the nauseating odor spreading within their mouths, allowing despair to completely consume them. Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan lay side-by-side on the cold bridal bed, their bodies tightly bound, able to clearly feel each other's breath, yet unable to utter a single word of comfort. They looked at each other's pale faces, their bodies covered in scars, the cold collars around their necks, the heavy chains on their feet. The last glimmer of light in their eyes extinguished completely. This time, they had truly fallen into a desperate abyss, with no hope of escape, destined to endure endless humiliation and torment within this cage of despair. Meanwhile, in another sumptuously decorated room in Shen Family Manor, the demoness Chi Ying finally regained consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision gradually clearing. The first thing she saw was a sea of red silk – crimson drapes hung on the walls, layers of red curtains cascaded around the bed, and exquisite ornaments filled the room, exuding a sense of oppressive confinement amidst the luxury. She herself lay on a large, ornate bed in the center of the room. Chi Ying instinctively tried to raise her hands to struggle, only to find her entire body stiff and immobile. Only her head, from the neck up, could move freely, her eyes darting around to survey the surroundings. The rest of her body felt as if it were filled with lead, unable to lift even a finger, and turning over became an impossible dream. She instantly realized that Shen Lie had administered a special anesthetic. This anesthetic hadn't kept her unconscious but had paralyzed her entire meridians, leaving only her head functional. His intention was to keep her conscious, to make her experience this inescapable confinement. A chill instantly spread from the depths of her heart to her entire body. A flicker of panic flashed in Chi Ying's eyes, quickly replaced by intense rage. She had roamed the demon sect for years, a top expert of the new generation. When had she ever suffered such humiliation? Yet, panic involuntarily surged within her – she had personally witnessed Shen Lie's methods against Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan in the demon sect's plaza. The layers of binding and meticulous restraint had left the two beauties utterly powerless to escape. Those ruthless and thorough methods of confinement were more stringent than any she had ever seen. Chi Ying muttered to herself: "This brat Shen Lie, in terms of martial arts, he's at most a five out of ten, not top-tier. But when it comes to restraining people, he's at least a ten, even more skilled than the demon sect's elders who are masters of torture and confinement. Even though I'm fierce and my martial arts are strong, now, conscious and completely paralyzed, without the strength to resist, facing Shen Lie's peculiar methods of restraint, I can't help but feel nervous, experiencing a sense of powerlessness for the first time." Just then, the room's door slowly opened, accompanied by steady, unhurried footsteps approaching the bed. Chi Ying turned her eyeballs towards the doorway. She saw Shen Lie, dressed in a brocade robe, a confident, wicked smile playing on his lips, slowly walking in. His gaze fell upon her, filled with greed and possessiveness, as if admiring a treasure about to become his. Shen Lie stopped by the bedside, looking down at Chi Ying, his voice laced with a hint of mockery and dominance. "Demoness, you're finally awake. How do you like my special anesthetic? I know you're skilled in martial arts and have a rebellious nature, so I specifically used this anesthetic to paralyze your body, keeping you conscious so you can properly savor the feeling of being firmly bound and unable to control yourself." However, Chi Ying did not erupt in the furious roar Shen Lie expected. Instead, her demeanor instantly changed. The arrogance and ferocity in her eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a touch of娇柔 (jiāo róu - delicate and soft). Her gaze softened, and her voice became coquettish, deliberately ingratiating and pleading. "Master Shen, please be merciful! I have no enmity with you. Taking away those two young ladies earlier was merely a misunderstanding. You see, although I took them, I didn't let them suffer any substantial harm. Not only that, but I also disciplined them for you, making them lose their previous stubbornness, so they can follow you more obediently in the future. Please spare me this time." As she spoke, she rolled her eyes, her gaze filled with flattery, completely devoid of the pride she once held as a demon sect expert. Her tone softened to the point of being almost subservient, attempting to win Shen Lie's pity with this posture, hoping only to escape her current confinement and avoid subsequent punishment. After all, she knew that Shen Lie's methods of restraint were far more stringent than she had imagined. If she were truly imprisoned by him long-term, the consequences would be worse than torture. Rather than resisting head-on, it was better to bow her head and beg for mercy for now, and then find an opportunity to escape. Shen Lie looked at her drastically contrasting demeanor, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He felt a sense of admiration. Compared to those from the righteous sects who always put on airs and only spoke harsh words or rigid principles, this demoness was far more interesting. She knew how to act according to her circumstances, capable of both yielding and asserting herself, understanding how to read the situation. She acted only in her own best interest. This perceptiveness and decisiveness were indeed formidable. He slowly leaned down, his fingertips gently caressing Chi Ying's cheek, his voice filled with a mix of mockery and certainty, completely shattering her hope. "You are indeed clever, but unfortunately, you've miscalculated. I have no intention of extracting any value from you, nor do I need you to bring me any benefits – you yourself are the greatest reward to me. From now on, you will be imprisoned in Shen Family Manor, my eternal plaything, and become my cauldron for practicing cultivation. You will never escape for the rest of your life."

What was more terrifying was that this symbiosis would cause the clothing to fuse with her body. Even if an outsider wanted to help her undo the restraints, they wouldn't know where to start—the clothing was connected to her skin. Any attempt to tear it off forcefully would only cause her excruciating pain, even damaging her flesh. There was no possibility of her restraints being removed by anyone else. And at this moment, Chiying was still in the dark, unaware of this horrifying truth. She continued to twist her head and roar in resistance, a faint glimmer of hope lingering in her heart, believing that if she could just endure this period, she would eventually find a chance to break free. Little did she know, her fate had already been meticulously arranged by Shen Lie, and more cruel confinement awaited her. Shen Lie watched Chiying's futile struggles, a cold smile curving his lips. He raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to bring out another set of restraints they had prepared—an exquisitely intricate and beautiful silver metal net. This net was finely woven, thin as a cicada's wing, yet exceptionally strong. Its mesh was uniform, resembling the web-like patterns on Spider-Man's suit, exuding a chilling metallic sheen. From a distance, it looked like a delicate piece of jewelry, betraying no hint of its purpose as a restraint. The subordinates immediately stepped forward, carefully unfolding the silver metal net. While Chiying's body was immobilized, they slowly draped it over her. The net clung to her full-body black latex suit, adhering tightly to her skin without any slack. Every inch of the mesh perfectly conformed to her body's curves, extending from her neck to her ankles, securely encasing her entire form as if custom-made for her. Even the slightest contour was met with a seamless fit, as if this silver, web-like pattern had grown directly from her skin. The openings of the metal net were designed with extreme ingenuity. Before the subordinates could even begin to secure them, the edges of the net automatically fused together, seamlessly connecting with her skin. From a distance, no seams were visible, making it appear as a natural, integrated metallic pattern that tightly ensnared her body, leaving no room for air. Chiying could clearly feel the cold touch of the metal net. The hard texture, combined with the tightness of the latex suit, made her body increasingly rigid, and even her breathing became more restricted. This was not the end. To ensure this metal net could never be removed, several subordinates produced small, sharp crimson iron skewers. They approached the openings of the metal net with extreme caution. The crimson skewers carried a scorching heat. The subordinates worked with precision and slowness, using the skewers' high temperature to gradually melt and fuse the edges of the metal net together. Once melted, the metal cooled and solidified, integrating with the original net and completely sealing all openings, leaving no trace of any possible disassembly. Chiying could clearly feel the burning sensation at her neck and abdomen. The heat from the melting metal penetrated through the latex and her skin, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She let out heart-wrenching screams, but lacked even the strength to dodge. She instinctively tried to twist her body, but the metal net had already secured her firmly. Coupled with the constriction of the full-body latex suit, her body remained motionless. She could only endure the subordinates' actions, allowing the metal net to become an inseparable part of her body. Upon closer inspection, the silver metal net was intricately carved with demonic horn patterns at regular intervals. The patterns were delicate and exquisitely shaped, appearing as beautiful adornments that echoed the demonic symbols on her full-body suit, yet harbored a hidden danger. These demonic horn patterns, though ornate, were actually the net's locking points, firmly securing her limbs, abdomen, and torso. This rendered even the slightest movement impossible, completely transforming her into a prisoner bound by both the metal net and the symbiotic suit. Shen Lie surveyed his "masterpiece" with satisfaction. He raised his hand, signaling the subordinates to withdraw. After bowing respectfully, the few subordinates who had completed their task quietly exited the room. Immediately after, several maids in uniform, their faces expressionless, entered carrying makeup boxes. They walked directly to the bedside and, without waiting for Chiying's reaction, stepped forward, pressed down on her immobilized body, and forcibly began to apply makeup. The maids' movements were swift, yet their technique was somewhat rough. Disregarding Chiying's struggles and screams, they first applied powder to whiten her cheeks. Then, they took out a tube of blood-red lipstick and forcibly pried open her lips, carefully applying the color. The lipstick was glaringly vibrant, almost spilling over her lip line, exuding a strangely seductive allure. Next, they took out dark eyeshadow and blended it layer by layer into her eye sockets. The eyeshadow was exaggerated and heavy, making her already sharp eyes appear even deeper and more menacing.

The two women beside Mu Lanxue, slender and with similar features, were clearly the renowned twin heroines of the martial world, Su Qingyuan and Su Qingyi. All three were encased in bizarre red shells, so rigid and unyielding that they could not bend or stretch. They could only writhe slowly on the soft brocade like three crimson grubs, their struggles futile. Each movement caused the shells to rub against their skin, inflicting sharp, stinging pain, yet offering no possibility of escape. Mu Lanxue, Su Qingyuan, and Su Qingyi watched as Ling Shuang, Luo Hanyan, and Chi Ying entered, their eyes filled with shock, pity, and helplessness. They recognized Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan, and were stunned that their former esteemed fellow disciples had fallen into such a pathetic state. As for Chi Ying, wrapped entirely in black silk and metal netting, they had heard rumors, but never imagined that this demoness from the cult would also become Shen Lie's prisoner, just like them. They desperately wanted to speak, to tell Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan of their plight, to reveal their identities, to comfort and encourage each other. But their mouths were sealed shut by tape on the inside of the red shells, leaving no gap. All they could manage were faint, muffled "wuwu" sounds. The unspoken words, the unexpressed grievances, were trapped in their throats, unable to form a single complete sentence. The three women, like crimson human cocoons, struggled on the bed. The red shells gleamed eerily in the candlelight, a stark contrast to the ropes binding Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan, and the black silk and metal netting encasing Chi Ying. The six women on the bed were finally gathered. Heroines of the righteous path, a demoness of the cult, once of different statuses, even enemies, now shared the same fate: bound layer upon layer, mouths sealed, unable to speak, unable to resist, left only to endure endless humiliation and despair on this vast prison bed. There was no possibility of salvation. Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan exchanged a look, their eyes filled with despair and humiliation. They were bound so tightly by the connecting ropes that not an inch of space remained, the collars around their necks chafing painfully. The thick black stockings in their mouths still emitted a pungent, sour odor, and even their breaths were labored. The pride they once held as renowned heroines had been utterly crushed in this absurd wedding. They had never imagined they would be forcibly abducted, compelled to participate in a wedding ceremony, and even forced to share company with the demoness who had once tormented them. This feeling of their purity being utterly defiled and their bodies being at the mercy of others brought them to the brink of collapse. Chi Ying's situation was even more tragic. Compared to Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan, her restraints were more severe, her humiliation deeper. The thick black silk bodysuit clung tightly to her skin, and the silver metal netting wrapped around her like shackles, causing every inch of her skin to ache. Coupled with the restraint of the immortal worm, even death seemed like a distant hope. She had once been a high and mighty demoness who toyed with others at will, but now she had become Shen Lie's plaything, forced to participate in a wedding ceremony with her former "plaything." This immense disparity and shame made her tremble with rage, yet she couldn't even struggle. What drove the three women to despair even further was their sudden realization that, compared to their own inescapable restraints, the situation of Mu Lanxue, Su Qingyuan, and Su Qingyi, encased in the red shells, was outrageously extreme. The bizarre red shells were smooth and seamless, as if they had grown from their skin, encasing the three from head to toe without a single gap. From a distance, they resembled three crimson-dyed human cocoons, eerie and alluring. Unlike the connecting ropes of Ling Shuang and Luo Hanyan, or Chi Ying's black silk and metal netting, these three were completely enclosed by the red shells, with no exposed skin. Even their features were covered by the shells, with only their eyes visible and tiny holes for their nostrils, barely allowing them to breathe and see. Surprisingly, they were not fixed motionless. Instead, they could twist and struggle freely, but no matter how they twisted or rolled, they could not break free from the shells' confinement. Their movements were clumsy and bizarre, like wriggling worms, as if they had always been this way, not restrained, but transformed by the red shells. Ling Shuang painfully turned her neck, her gaze fixed on the three figures encased in red shells, her heart filled with shock. She had never seen such a bizarre method of restraint. The red shells were smooth and seamless, fitting so tightly that there was not the slightest looseness. Even as the three struggled desperately, the shells remained firmly attached to their skin, showing no signs of detaching. Luo Hanyan was also stunned. The sour smell in her mouth made her feel nauseous, but she could no longer care about that. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. Such seamless red shells offered no escape, and not even a crack to pry open. Chi Ying trembled with rage, the metal netting digging into her skin, yet she couldn't help but stare intently at the three women, her jealousy and humiliation intensifying. She had considered her own restraints to be extremely severe, but compared to the confinement of these seamless red shells, her metal netting and black silk seemed almost "loose." What terrified her even more was that after being reshaped by the red shells, the three women's figures had become even more alluring. Their breasts and buttocks were squeezed into an unusually full shape by the shells, while their waists were impossibly slender, and their feet became small and delicate. It was clear that the red shells had completely reshaped their bodies. They could see clearly that these three women, encased in red shells, had no ropes or shackles, yet were firmly controlled by the shells. The shells were like natural skin, fitting seamlessly, with no gaps to exploit. Even if they were thrown outside the estate, outsiders seeing these bizarre red shells would likely not know how to begin to remove them, let alone break this confinement. The red shells were not just restraints; they were a complete transformation of their bodies. The full curves, slender waists, and small feet were all "appearances" bestowed by the red shells. They could never return to their former forms, destined to remain forever encased in the red shells, transformed into Shen Lie's playthings. Ling Shuang, Luo Hanyan, and Chi Ying's despair deepened. They had initially thought their own restraints were the ultimate form of confinement, only to discover an even more outrageous method. They were bound by ropes and metal netting, at least their skin was visible, and they could feel external contact. But the three women encased in red shells had no exposed skin, and even their attempts to resist appeared clumsy and ridiculous. This despair of being completely transformed and seamlessly confined was more suffocating than their own predicaments. The three women collapsed on the bed, their strength utterly drained by despair. Instinctively, they slowly turned their heads to look back. As expected, Shen Lie, accompanied by two subordinates, was carrying a large black wooden chest. The chest was incredibly heavy, and when placed on the ground, it made a dull thud that slightly shook the bed, exuding a heart-pounding sense of oppression. This, intertwined with the eerie aura of the red shells on Mu Lanxue and the other two, made the entire room even more sinister.