[At the same time, the underground palace of the Holy Water Sect]

Fang Tianhang got up from Aunt Mingquan's body, but instead of standing up, he climbed out of bed backwards, silently making shackles from wood and handcuffing himself.

His muscular body was covered in whip marks and candle oil burns, and he looked a little miserable. He had always maintained a smile on his face that was extremely flattering to that of a eunuch. He knelt on the thick carpet in shackles.

After a while, Lei Qianqi also woke up. This is a stocky young man like the legendary Japanese man of ancient Gabroyle. He wore a short braid that turned to the sky, a mustache on the side of his mouth, a stubby figure, an ugly appearance, and a seven-fold thunder system vitality in his body was irritable and arrogant. He got out of bed a little reluctantly, clumsily learning to restrain himself from Fang Tianhang. Aunt Mingquan sensed his movement, opened her eyes slightly, looked at him with some satisfaction and some contempt, and then closed her eyes again, as if she hadn't slept enough.

The two big men knelt on the carpet like pet dogs, not daring to make a sound. They all know what kind of big person the glamorous "girl" who is naked and lying on the gorgeous big bed is, her background, and how unattainable her status is. Both of them knew that that woman was not only beautiful in appearance, not only superb in cultivation, but also extremely powerful in the Divine Sword Sect and the Iron Palm Gang combined. With one word, she can make these two righteous sects disappear overnight.

Therefore, in front of her, the two of them didn't dare to have any other ideas except to be pets and the most lowly dog slaves, and the slightest idea of maintaining dignity was unacceptable.

Fang Tianhang is a standard official fan, since he knew the true identity of this Mingquan aunt, he really regarded himself as a dog, a pet dog, and would never treat himself as a person again. In front of Mingquan, he could not hesitate to trample on his dignity as a man, and loudly insult his master and even his father, just to win Mingquan's temporary favor. He did all this, just to let Mingquan mention himself to the court of the Southern Empire a little, so that Fang Tianhang could become a big official such as a political envoy or an envoy overnight, and it was even possible to become a big official when he entered Ducheng. For Fang Tianhang, not to mention the political envoy, even a five- or six-grade official like a lieutenant of the salt road or a military road or even a deputy lieutenant can make him happy for a lifetime.

Lei Qianqi is not like this, he doesn't have a very clear concept of being an official, he and Mingquan just met by chance, and then Mingquan used gold and silver treasures and invisible glory and wealth to "surrender" to be his male favorite. He came to have a tryst with Mingquan this time, just to use Mingquan's existing Holy Water Sect and the strength of the Interpretation Sect to suppress, or just nominally, suppress the Demon Pavilion, and avenge the Demon Pavilion's "killing" of the young talents of the Iron Palm Gang.

Of course, this is what he says, not what he thinks, and what he really thinks is known only to himself.

Lei Qianqi's feelings for Mingquan are close to love, of course, it is an extremely dangerous love between a male pet and a female hostess. A man's instinct makes him always want to press on Mingquan, instead of always being pressed under Mingquan, but the gap in status and power, coupled with the gap in cultivation, has always made him unable to succeed, so while he is wholeheartedly loving Mingquan, he also shows a tendency to rebel and disobey from time to time.

No, Senior Aunt Mingquan opened her eyes slightly, saw the "dishonest" Lei Qianqi, and without saying anything, she took out a leather whip from the brocade quilt and slapped it on his face. The transparent wind exploded, and Lei Qianqi and Fang Tianhang were both whipped by the leather whip, and a scar of flesh and skin sprayed blood and a little bit of bone residue, appearing on their flesh hideously......

Fang Tianhang, who suffered from the unwarranted disaster, was more seriously injured than Lei Qianqi, but he didn't complain at all, and the scholar puppy made a very ugly "Wang" sound. And Lei Qianqi quickly lowered his head and lay down honestly.

Hearing Fang Tianhang's shout, Mingquan threw the whip to the ground with satisfaction, and lay down again without moving.

......

It is a very luxurious small room, and the walls are covered with all kinds of soft tapestries, and it is said that the ancient tapestries from the Western Regions are woven with extremely intricate and regular geometric patterns, which look very elegant and even have a little sense of sacredness. Aunt Mingquan lazily lay on the big bed that was enough for three people to lie side by side, her snow-white body was surrounded by a large pile of heavy and soft silk brocade quilts, which looked even more crystal and luxurious, and her whole person was like a figure carved from ivory at this time, and between the thick and soft fabrics of the room, she showed a kind of temperament that only ancient Gabriel had, like a noble lady in the European Middle Ages. She lay down in the midst of the large pile of brocade quilts like flowers, and fell asleep again in a groggy state.

Three hours later, Mingquan was looking at her again, her black eyes staring at a certain pattern on the beam of the room for a long time, before she finally made up her mind to sit up lazily and clapped her hands.

Fang Tianhang and Lei Qianqi had been lying on the carpet and didn't dare to move, and the wounds on their bodies were quickly healed under the nourishment of their respective vitality.

Two beautiful-looking disciples of the Interpretation Sect walked over and waited for her to be dressed neatly. Master Mingquan looked at the large pool of fishy white translucent stains left on the luxurious brocade quilt with great interest, paused, and finally couldn't help but stretch out a white and tender perfect finger, gently scrape a little transparent mucus from the unsightly stain, and put it on the tip of his tongue to taste. That was the trace left by her and Fang Tianhang and Lei Qianqi's "three-person game".

After the disciples of the Interpretation Sect waited for her to get dressed, they were busy cleaning up everything in the room. A female disciple had just picked up the leather whip thrown on the carpet when she was snatched by Aunt Mingquan. "Okay, ropes and leather whips, shackles and the like, you don't need to put them away, Lei Qianqi will come again later, keep them for him, and also, those used candles, replace them with new ones! brocade quilts and the like, just wash them casually, don't be too clean, the deity likes the taste here!" she said and tightened the leather whip in her palm, wearing her plain white blood-red floral robe, standing barefoot on the carpet, looking indifferently at the high and bulging backs of the two big men, as if admiring the two stone arch bridges.

With adoration and trembling faces, the two Interpretation Sect disciples picked up bloody wooden shackles (or shackles) from the ground, large bundles of rope covered in dripping wax, and other torturous gadgets such as mouth balls. These things are not very terrifying, and there are no sharp blades or sharp teeth, but the two disciples of the Interpretation Sect looked at it in a cold sweat, as if they were looking at some terrifying torture instrument. As the newly recruited personal servants of Mingquan's aunt, they hold the most unspeakable dark privacy of Mingquan, and at the same time, they are also worried about keeping her secrets all day long. They know that Aunt Mingquan kills people for these secrets. (To be continued.) )