If Gong Yanmo wanted to resist, he would never come again.

Now that I have come to surrender myself, I naturally have no thoughts of escaping.

Are you doing this now to humiliate him?

"Brother, what are you doing?!"

Feng Lingyan became angry and clenched her fingers.[

Yun Haotian ignored her and only looked at Gong Yanmo: "Brother Gong, the emperor's life is on my side. I have offended you."

There seemed to be light fluctuations in Gong Yanmo's eyes.

He naturally knew that the old emperor was afraid of his martial arts and did not really come to accept his guilt, so he wanted to use these shackles to trap him...

He sneered slightly in his heart.

With his skill, not to mention that such shackles are made of black iron. If he wants to break them open, it will still be effortless...

It seems that the old emperor still underestimated him.

He smiled softly and sighed: "That's all, that's all. Since Gong is here to accept the crime, naturally he will do whatever he wants. Just put on the shackles."

He didn't wait for the imperial guards to come and "serve" him.

He first put on the shackles, then picked up the shackles and buckled them himself...

His movements were like flowing water, without any stagnation.

In an instant, the shackles weighing more than one hundred kilograms were fastened to his body.

Feng Lingyan's face changed slightly, feeling that her father had indeed gone too far.

She bit her lip and was about to say something.

Gong Yanmo smiled at her: "Don't worry, little rabbit. I'll be fine. Lord Long Live is just giving me a small punishment..."

His wrist moved unconsciously in the shackles.

Click! Click! There were two muffled sounds, and four sharp nails suddenly popped out from the circle holding his wrist.

With a few puffs, it penetrated deeply into Gong Yanmo's wrist.

Blood flowed out instantly.

Gong Yanmo snorted, his face turned a little pale. He looked at the prince: "Prince, what is this?" [

Feng Lingyan didn't expect that there was such a perverted mechanism in such a shackles, her face changed drastically, and she wanted to rush over: "Fan Xiang!"

Sanskrit?

Yun Haotian's expression changed and he grabbed Feng Lingyan's hand: "What did you call him? Fanxiang?"

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Chapter completed!