Fu Shang's hands were tied up.
She tried to break free from the demon binding chain, but found that her strength was confined. The spirit power in her dantian was scattered and could not be condensed at all.
“..”
Fu Shang was a little angry.
This person had directly sealed her spiritual power.
Looking at the flustered and exasperated demon in front of him, fan Xiu turned his head away and walked forward, leaving only his back to Fu min. His snow-white Kasaya seemed as if it would never be stained by dust.
Fu min naturally wouldn't follow them obediently.
But she didn't know what the monk was up to, but her feet couldn't help but step forward.
The young girl's demonically beautiful eyes were filled with an evil aura.
A lazy voice sounded, casually teasing the monk in snow.
"Holy monk, what is the meaning of this? are you going to snatch me away just because you see my beauty?"
Fan Xiu's expression did not change.
He ignored Fu min's teasing.
