stocking the prince to death

Chapter 1221
Where Di Ce couldn't see, Ji Moshui rolled his eyes vigorously.

Spicy chicken!

However, Di Ce seemed to have a sense.

Those long, narrow and deep eyes stared straight at Ji Moshui.

Ji Moshui: "..." Could this kind of perception be so powerful?

Ji Moshui deeply felt that maybe when she just opened the window and went out, this bastard was watching her jokes.

If she accidentally fell into the water just now, this bastard must be laughing at her in his heart.

Bastards!
Ji Moshui suddenly felt the deep malice brought to her by this world.

"Tomorrow I will take you back to the Demon Palace."

Di Ce said in a cold voice, and then turned back from the window with Ji Moshui's collar.

Ji Moshui: "..."

But when he moved back to the room, Di Ce did not let go, but looked at Ji Moshui coldly.

"I said, there will be punishment."

Ji Moshui's expression changed, and he wanted to escape, but found that his force value was not as high as others.

The saddest thing in life is provoking someone with a higher force value than you.

Then he was beaten into twists!

At this moment, Ji Moshui was not beaten into a twist, but Di Ce threw the skinny girl in front of him directly onto the chair, then took out the fairy rope, and tied her up directly.

This is the first time Ji Moshui has seen the fairy rope binding thing in real life.

However, Ji Moshui had heard of this artifact a long time ago.

So when he was tied up, Ji Moshui didn't even resist.

Because Ji Moshui knew that once this kind of rope resisted, it would become tighter and tighter.

Very skinny artifact.

"Tonight, I wronged you to sleep in a chair all night. Originally, I planned to guard you at the door, but obviously you don't cherish this opportunity."

Di Ce curled his lips into a smile.

"So tonight I will sleep on the bed and you will sleep on the chair. This is my punishment for you."

Small punishment and big commandment.

Ji Moshui: "..."

Ji Moshui felt that since she saw this young man and followed Di Ce, the whole world was not friendly to her.

Looking at Di Ce's arrogant smile at this moment, Ji Moshui almost wanted to rush up and grab his face.

But the power of the fairy rope is naturally very huge.

Just as Ji Moshui twisted his butt, the rope on his body suddenly tightened.

Ji Moshui felt that she was almost strangled into a dumpling.

Spicy chicken bastard thing!
……

at night
Seeing the young man's leisurely sleeping posture, Ji Moshui wanted to bite him with hatred.

Ji Moshui's face became more and more gloomy.

Lying on the chair, and tied her with fairy ropes, she couldn't sleep at all.

But this Emperor Ce slept very comfortably.

Ji Moshui gritted his teeth.

Thinking that when she returns to the Demon Palace, she must use the sound transmission talisman to properly complain to Aunt Yuan and Uncle Di!
This imperial policy simply refreshed all of Ji Moshui's cognition.

How can there be such bad people in this world?

She is only five years old, this is called abuse!child!
abuse!child!understand?
Ji Mo's sleepiness was gone.

Immortal cultivators don't get so much sleep in the first place.

Unable to sleep now, Ji Moshui simply meditated on the chair.

Originally planned to use it to practice this night, but Ji Moshui found out...

Spicy chicken!

The fairy rope even locked the spiritual power in her body.

How can she cultivate if she can't mobilize her spiritual power?

Wasting a night for nothing?

Ji Moshui's eyes suddenly turned bitter.

(End of this chapter)