Two hundred lashes later, Xiao Jun Mo Huang's entire back had been beaten to pieces, and his back was covered in blood.
Luo Chen and Chong Ying had already left long ago.
The palace man threw her roughly into the woodshed, locked the door and walked away.
Xiaojun Mohuang huddled in the corner of the woodshed, huddled up in a pile of straw because of the pain in his back, shivering constantly.
Her little face turned pale from the pain, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and the small lump looked very pitiful.
Xiaojun Mohuang was completely drowsy, and he didn't know how long it had been.
The sound of unlocking came from outside the woodshed, and she reluctantly raised her head, thinking it was Luo Chen.
"Chen... Brother Chen, I really didn't tear her clothes off. It was really... she really tore them off herself."
Xiaojun Mo Huang felt happy and began to defend himself again.
But as soon as she finished saying this, her neck was tightly held by two hands.
"Mo Huang, your life is really worthless. You were beaten two hundred times and you're not dead yet!"
A cruel smile flashed across Chongying's childish face. Seeing that she was thinking about Luo Chen, she felt angry and strengthened her hands.
"Go to hell. Brother Chen won't come to see you, a loser. If you die, I can rest easy."
Xiaojun Mohuang was severely injured after being beaten with two hundred lashes. She strangled his neck with both hands and was unable to resist at all.
It became more and more difficult for her to breathe, and her eyes gradually went dark. Finally, after struggling for a few times, her eyes went completely black.
Jun Mohuang was thrown out of the dream and suddenly opened his eyes.
There were so many thoughts in her mind that she felt like she had slept for a long time, and even the faint light in the room felt dazzling.
"Having a nightmare?"
Di Lingtian had been staying by her side. When he saw her waking up, looking restless, he stretched out his hand to hold her gently in his arms.
"Well, a very strange dream. Fortunately, it is a dream and not real."
Jun Mohuang leaned in his arms, and her chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down.
She could only vaguely remember that strange dream.
Di Lingtian reached out and gently rubbed her back: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
"Well, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a dream."
In her 21st life, she grew up in Jun's orphanage, so her surname was Jun.
As for Jun Mohuang from Cangyuan Continent, she grew up in Jun's family. No matter what kind of environment she had, it was completely different from the environment and encounters in her dreams.
There is no such thing as Ying'er and Brother Chen.
So although she sympathized with what happened to Xiao Jun Mo Huang in the dream, she didn't pay much attention to it after waking up from the dream and quickly forgot about it.
"Ling Tian, how long have I been unconscious?"
The two of them stayed together for a while, and Jun Mohuang suddenly thought of something important. The Qianhuan Academy's lost qualifications for the competition had not yet been restored.
"Five days."
"Five days! The star power ranking competition has begun. I haven't found a way to restore my academy qualifications yet..."
The day they faced Lingxiao Sect happened to be four days before the star power rankings. Five days had passed and the star power rankings had officially begun.
Jun Mohuang hurriedly wanted to get out of bed and put on his shoes, but Di Lingtian didn't let go.
"Why are you so anxious? Lingxiao Sect has already issued a battle notice, specifying that it will fight to the death with Qianhuan Academy, so Qianhuan Academy's qualifications are still there."
Di Lingtian took out a post from the space ring and handed it to Jun Mohuang.
"What's more, even if this didn't happen, Huang'er, do you think I would just stand by and watch."
With a flick of his sleeve, the originally extinguished night pearl in the bed curtain was lit up with his spiritual energy.
Under bright light, Jun Mohuang could read the posts clearly.
(End of chapter)