I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

Such is life, full of ups and downs.

Xiang Jiuxian never thought that one day he would come to the dungeon.

And strictly speaking, this is still his own dungeon.

In the dim dungeon, all kinds of odors are mixed together, the damp environment, and the walls are covered with moss.

The environment is poor, and no one has ever doubted the firmness of the dungeon.

Xiang Jiuxian was dragged by several people to the depths of the dungeon.

On the way, it attracted the attention of many prisoners.

Even those who returned, whistled to welcome the new friend.

"Fix him on it!"

Lin Baiqi shouted with a fierce expression.

The soldiers at the bottom obeyed, and four people came up, one raised their feet, the other raised their hands, and lifted Xiang Jiuxianping up.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You are courting death!! I am today's god child!!"

Xiang Jiuxian noticed a trace of abnormality, and was a little flustered, struggling subconsciously.

However, not only was he seriously injured, but also the Cultivation Base was sealed by the city lord of Qixiong City. At this time, he really didn't have any strength to use.

He couldn't think of a way to deal with the situation in front of him.

"Crack."

Metal clasp.

Xiang Jiuxian was fixed on a large-shaped shelf.

In the dim environment, the shimmering candles illuminated the torture instruments not far away.

When Xiang Jiuxian saw it out of the corner of his eyes, he frowned and stared fiercely at the few people in front of him, as if he wanted to remember their faces deeply in his mind.

In those eyes, an inexplicable aura surged for no reason. The soldiers below shrank their necks, but for no reason, they felt a trace of fear.

"Look at your sister!"

Lin Baiqi stepped forward and slapped Xiang Jiuxian on the face.

Immediately, there was a crimson palm print on the dark, pockmarked face.

A crisp sound echoed in the dungeon.

Xiang Jiuxian's teeth were almost broken.

"You are courting death!!" Xiang Jiuxian said word by word.

"court death?"

With disdain on his face, Lin Baiqi retreated a step and picked up the whip beside him, "I see, it's you who is courting death! My son of the fairyland, how could you be such a despicable person that you can pretend to be!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whip cut through the air, and with a slam, it landed heavily on Xiang Jiuxian's body.

This whip did not cause any substantial damage to Xiang Jiuxian, but it made him take a breath of cold air.

"You, you, you, and you! Take a whip each and hit me! Hit me until he tells you to!"

Lin Baiqi pointed to several soldiers and instructed.

"Yes!"

Several people spoke in unison, picked up the whip, and whipped it hard.

Xiang Jiuxian endured the severe pain and kept silent.

Remaining silent is the only dignity he has left.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

It didn't take long for Lin Baiqi to lose sight of them. With a wave of his hand, he stopped all the soldiers and reprimanded them, "One by one, it's the same as not having a meal."

"Hit people, it's not like this, look good, I'll only teach it once!"

While speaking, Lin Baiqi picked up a whip and shouted loudly, "I told you to pretend to be the Son of God!", and then the whip made a beautiful arc in the air like thunder.

"Snapped!"

"I told you to pretend to be the Son of God!"

"Snapped!"

"I told you to pretend to be the Son of God!"

"Snapped!"

With every whip, he vented his admiration for the Son of God and his disgust for the person in front of him. Soon, those soldiers also learned the essence, and while shouting "I called you a fake son of God", they brandished the iron whip with all their strength.

Xiang Jiuxian was so aggrieved that he almost fainted.

...

The next morning.

Lin Baiqi came to the dungeon again.

At this time, Xiang Jiuxian was lying on the thatch covered in blood.

"You all go down."

Lin Baiqi waved his hand and told all the soldiers to exit the cell.

He wants to meet the Nine Immortals alone.

With the departure of the soldiers, the dungeon suddenly became empty.

With a cold face, Xiang Jiuxian slowly got up from the ground without saying a word.

"Good morning, Lord Kamiko."

An inexplicable smile appeared on Lin Baiqi's face.

Xiang Jiuxian thought that the other party was here to tease his own, so he didn't answer.

Lin Baiqi asked with a look of surprise: "What? Is it possible that Lord Shenzi is used to being a prisoner and has forgotten his true identity?"

Xiang Jiuxian's breathing became heavier, "Do you know my true identity?"

"Naturally know."

Lin Baiqi nodded, walked beside Xiang Jiuxian, and said softly, "You are Xiang Jiuxian, the only god son of the Tongxian Kingdom, and the strength in the world can rank in the top five existences!"

"Then why are you..." Xiang Jiuxian almost blurted out.

"Why?" The corner of Lin Baiqi's mouth rose uncontrollably, and said, "I can tell you... Is it because of fun?"

"Fun? Haha...fun?" Xiang Jiuxian was angry, an unprecedented anger.

If the previous suffering only made him feel aggrieved, then now, he feels incomparably angry.

But his reason prevailed, and he asked, "What's your purpose in doing this?"

Lin Baiqi still said casually: "The purpose? Didn't I just say it, because it's fun, step by step, the high-ranking son of God is turned into a prisoner. The most interesting thing is that he is caught by his own people and sent to the dungeon. of."

Having said that, a black string flew onto Lin Baiqi's body, and instantly bound Xiang Jiuxian's wrist, and then continued: "To tell you the truth, in fact, that day, what you used to wash your face was not at all. What is Bailing Qingquan water, but a poison that I specially formulated. The effect of this poison can cover up a person's appearance to the greatest extent.

Even the mud on your face, I did it on purpose. "

"Also... the reason why the city lord thinks you are a fake is because there have been several counterfeiting incidents in the city in the past few days, and the attention is not low..."

The Son of God asked angrily, "So, you planned all this?"

Lin Baiqi said leisurely:

"You can say that, by the way, there is one more thing, I forgot to tell you, everything that happened in the past few days, I have recorded it with the photo beads, maybe at a certain moment in the future, it will spread all over the Tongxian Kingdom , At that time, hehe, you may not be able to keep the image of the Son of God.

What do I want to call you then... how about just calling you little black? "

After he finished speaking, he ignored Xiang Jiuxian's reaction and took him directly, swaggeringly, out of the dungeon.

Xiang Jiuxian was very anxious. He didn't know where he was at this time. The Lin Baiqi in front of him was not simple at all. If he was really taken away, the consequences would be disastrous.

He started yelling and yelling regardless of his image, trying to expose Lin Baiqi's true face.

But he soon discovered sadly that no matter what he said, no one would believe it, and even bystanders would think that it was him who had a delusional disorder.

In this way, in the public eye, the Son of God was taken out of the dungeon like a prisoner of war.