The cat wants to be pampered, and the godly husband feeds the little dried fish madly!

"Lu Gou, what do you sleep on?"

"God, you are finally here."

When Su Zihe heard the voice, he looked coldly, it was the woman who made the wish, Miao Ling.

"why you?"

Su Zihe obviously wanted to step into Lu Fengqing's room, which would never go wrong, but at this moment, he was standing in a strange place.

The damp basement, the old Miao Ling, and the musty smell in the air that Su Zihe didn't like.

Su Zihe glanced at the ground, he was standing in a summoning formation.

"What's going on? Are you calling me?"

Miao Ling knelt down in front of Su Zihe.

"Sir God."

"Who taught you to make this formation to summon me?"

After hearing this, Miao Ling did not answer Su Zihe, but Su Zihe knew very well that this formation, without someone's instruction, definitely could not have been thought up by this woman alone.

"God, I beg you, withdraw my wish!"

"You still have not answered my question."

Miao Ling ignored Su Zihe's words, pulled Su Zihe's trousers, and continued:

"I am willing to give Ding Mo the 30 years. I don't need to add it to me, but just withdraw it from Ding Mo."

Su Zihe frowned, seeing Miao Ling's pleading appearance, he had already thought of it.

That Ding Mo should have regretted it, people are like this, most of them are based on appearance.

Su Zihe looked at Miao Ling who was kneeling on the ground:
"It can't be done. My god told you back then that once this wish is granted, it cannot be withdrawn."

"Please... withdraw..."

"I reminded you at the beginning that human nature is unpredictable. That is the decision you have made, and this god cannot change it."

Miao Ling suddenly became excited:
"No! You are a god, you can do it."

Su Zihe withdrew Miao Ling's hand, and said coldly:

"Your matter is a foregone conclusion."

Miao Ling knelt on the ground and said nothing. Even if Su Zihe could imagine that kind of mood, he couldn't help him. The choice is like this. Whether it is good or bad, after careful consideration, you have to bear the consequences yourself. This is cause and effect .

Miao Ling suddenly kowtowed to the ground:
"Please God."

Su Zihe sighed:

"A wish is irrevocable."

"Then...then what I want on Ding Mo's body for 30 years, I can exchange it with the things on my body."

Su Zihe looked at the persistent Miao Ling and shook his head:

"There is nothing in you that can be exchanged for these 30 years."

"Is there really no other way?"

"No, I asked you who taught you to set up this formation, and you refused to tell me, anyway, there is no other choice for what you want, so you can do it yourself."

Su Zihe turned to leave, but Miao Ling's hand grabbed hold of his trouser leg again.

Miao Ling's voice began to tremble:
"He's trying to kill me."

Hearing this, Su Zihe stopped, turned his head to remind:
"You can choose to call the police."

"No, I choose to find you."

"I can't help you."

"But you are a god..."

Miao Ling's voice became gloomy and delicate, and then she let go of her trouser leg, and stepped back to stand a little further away.

Su Zihe didn't think much about it, thinking that she had figured it out, but when Su Zihe took a step, Miao Ling pulled the Baina belt that had been prepared in advance...

Su Zihe didn't arrive first, there was a cloth belt under the formation, covering his feet.

Although this kind of cloth strip couldn't trap him at all, Su Zihe looked at Miao Ling completely angry.

"Dare to disrespect the gods!"

Su Zihe's feet were wrapped in the Baina belt, and Miao Ling held the other end of the Baina belt with her other hand, her eyes were gloomy, and her attitude was completely different from before.

As if Miao Ling hadn't heard Su Zihe's words at all, she was lifeless, exuding a sense of fatality.

Su Zihe could tell that this woman had killing intent around her body, and she was still facing him.

However, Su Zihe is not afraid, only mortals can be killed by mortals, and he himself is still immortal.

"A mere mortal, you are too bold!"

Miao Ling looked at Su Zihe silently with her eyes like a dead fish, then pulled back hard and began to slowly tighten the Baina belt.

Su Zihe wanted to break the cloth strap with one foot, but found that his divine power could not stop stepping on it.

Su Zihe was taken aback, this is impossible, it's just a rag belt.

In Su Zihe's hand, blue fireworks immediately lit up, and he threw them directly at the cloth straps on his feet.

The cloth tape, which should have been burned to ashes immediately, was not burned at all.

Su Zihe suddenly felt bad, and appeared in front of Miao Ling in a flash, and grabbed Miao Ling's neck:

"You want to kill God!"

"No, I don't want to."

Su Zihe didn't intend to give her a chance to defend herself at all, and directly sent her to see the King of Hades.

But Miao Ling, who was strangled by the neck, suddenly smiled. No matter how she looked at her thin and pale face, this smile made people shudder, especially when she was strangled by the throat of fate.

At almost the same time, Miao Ling looked at Su Zihe's tied feet, and tightened the Baina strap all of a sudden.

"what!"

When the Baina belt tightened his ankle, Su Zihe was so painful that he lost weight, and looked at Miao Ling with bloodshot eyes. The pain of his soul being squeezed made him faint instantly.

"This god will never let it go..."

Miao Ling squatted down and looked at the unconscious god, reached out and touched Su Zihe's cheek, and said softly against Su Zihe's face like a bone:
"It's not that you let me go, it's whether I want to let you go, but unfortunately, I don't want to."

Miao Ling pinched Su Zihe's chin, smiling extremely strangely.

"Ding Mo, now that I have a god, I can play with you slowly."

Su Zihe was tightly bound by Miao Ling with Baina straps, and Miao Ling also had a short one of the same material in her hand.

Miao Ling glanced at Su Zihe, and directly slammed on the god's body.

"Uh……!!"

Su Zihe woke up suddenly from the pain that pierced his flesh and pierced his soul. His pale and pure color was enough to prove how unbearable the whipping on his soul was.

Su Zihe struggled a few times, and found that the cloth straps on his feet just now had bound his whole body.

And after his soul was whipped, he obviously couldn't move.

It was no ordinary strap, and he couldn't break free at all.

Rather than saying that this is not an ordinary belt, it is better to say that this belt is so special that it exists to control him.

"What did you use to bind this god?"

Su Zihe ordered weakly but without lack of momentum.

"Curiosity? Can't you struggle?"

Miao Ling stared at Su Zihe on the ground high, with a sneaky and gloomy smile:

"Baina belt."

Baina... Baijia's, the thing that can trap his soul must be the purest thing in time, so only newborns.

Su Zihe suddenly realized that the cloth straps, which seemed to be tattered and patched together, should be pieced together from the newborn's clothes.

"How dare you imprison the gods! I will never let you go."

Miao Ling lashed Su Zihe's eyes with another whip. His eyes were bloody and blood slid down his cheeks.

"what!!!"

"It's not good if you can't distinguish your identity. Do you have the right to speak now?"