In the dark room, Lord Ling Xiao saw Fu Qi closing his eyes and saying nothing, and casually formed a whip of energy and hit Fu Qi.
Fu Qi's arm was instantly torn apart.
Groups of black energy lingered around the wound, lingering for a long time.
The black air penetrated into the meridians of Fuqi like tarsal maggots. It was even more impossible to get rid of since the Fuqi could not circulate its spiritual power.
Fu Qi felt as if there were ants biting his meridians, and it was extremely itchy and accompanied by indescribable pain.
Even though the pain has been numbed by the bone-penetrating nails, the unbearable level at this moment has hit a new high.
Fu Qi opened his eyes suddenly, and all the meridians in his body were bulging.
Fu Qi's whole body was shaking because he was holding back the pain. But even so, Fu Qi did not even look in the direction of Lord Ling Xiao.
"Boy, you are boring like this." Lord Ling Xiao rubbed his wrist, his tone was strangely soft, "I originally thought that if you could make me feel comfortable, I would let your sect go."
"Well, it seems you are no longer worthy." Lord Ling Xiao finished speaking and turned around.
The gorgeous robe drew a graceful arc behind him, but where the robe passed, the ground was full of cracked gravel.
Fu Qi understood that it was just a warning given to him by Lord Lingxiao.
"What on earth do you want to do!" Fu Qi roared at Lord Lingxiao's back. However, due to the long period of pain, his voice was hoarse and weak, so this roar sounded a little less powerful.
Lord Ling Xiao turned around, looked at Fu Qi, his blue eyes flashed, and chuckled, "My spiritual pet ran away, and I like you very much."
Fu Qi stared at Lord Lingxiao's face.
The palace lord wore a bone mask on his face without any totems or patterns, and only a pair of eyes were exposed on the mask.
The most vicious light was shining in these eyes.
"You want me to be your spiritual pet?" Fu Qi smiled, but after just a few words, his meridians were stimulated, and a stream of dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin, and then dripped down.
Lord Ling Xiao tilted his head slightly and said in a brisk voice: "Are you happy?"
Fu Qi continued to laugh, "Of course I'm happy."
"It seems you agree." Lord Lingxiao said with satisfaction.
"Of course I agree." Fu Qi said with a smile, "It is my honor to serve a powerful person like you."
"No, no, no," Lord Ling Xiao waved his hand lightly, "I'm afraid you have misunderstood. You are not serving me, but you are serving as my spiritual pet. Spiritual pet, you know, is...well, what mortals say, give
I treat you like a dog, a dog, not a servant."
"You are not qualified to be a servant."
"You're just a toy."
"To please me, I will work hard for you."
Lord Ling Xiao's words were like loud slaps in the face, continuing to humiliate Fu Qi's pride.
Fu Qi also understood that if he really agreed, then all this would be just the beginning.
But now he had to grit his teeth and endure it.
What else should we do? Do we have to crush the talisman and wait for the elders of the sect to come to rescue us? But if this stall can avoid causing trouble to the sect, then don’t cause trouble. What’s more, the Lord of Lingxiao Palace is unfathomable.
Moreover, his words seemed to be harmful to the sect, so he couldn't involve the elders of the sect at this time.
If something were to happen, they would all be the fighting strength of the sect.
"So, do you still agree?" Lord Ling Xiao smiled, admiring the subtle changes in the expression on Fu Qi's face.
I saw Fu Qi's expression pause for a moment, and the next moment, I heard the scarred young man's calm reply: "Of course, being able to become the palace master's spiritual pet is also a great opportunity for this junior."
"Oh?" Lord Lingxiao smiled and waved, putting down the talisman.
The talisman lost its support and fell directly to the gravel-filled ground.
"You want to ask, what do I want to do to your Huayang Sect?" Lord Lingxiao asked softly.
Fu Qi raised his head and looked into Lord Lingxiao's shining eyes. He paused, swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and changed his words to: "How can a junior pry into the thoughts of the Palace Master without permission?"
"It's a pity," Lord Ling Xiao said, "I originally planned to follow your words and tell you, but since you are not interested, I won't waste my time."
Fu Qi handed me Chengcheng, pressed hard on the ground, and struggled to push himself up. He pursed his lips tightly and finally suppressed the surging anger in his heart.
"Also," Lord Lingxiao did not intend to wait for Fu Qi's reply. He admired Fu Qi's movements and said, "You called me by mistake. You have to call me master."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and touched Fu Qi's forehead, "A spiritual pet recognizes its owner, but a contract must be formed."