Even if a Green Realm expert could carry two hundred Teng whips, he would still be half dead.
Who is Mu Qingge? Just a waste. Not to mention the Green Realm, not even the Red Realm, the lowest level, how dare you speak so wildly and have to endure two hundred Tengfeng
He is crazy!
Or do you want to make progress while retreating, to gain the old general's intolerance
For a time, all living beings speculated on Mu Ge's intentions.
There was contempt, ridicule, doubt, and indifference in the eyes looking at the high platform.
Even Mu Xiong looked unpredictable, as if he was considering whether to stop Mu Qingge's madness.
Qin Jinhao's eyes were even darker, and he couldn't tell clearly what he was thinking at the moment. The Mu Qingge he knew should not be like this.
"Hit!" The whip did not come down for a long time, and Mu Ge looked at the torturer displeased.
The latter was swept away by her sharp eyes, and he could not resist at all. He raised the soaring whip in his hand and swung it hard towards Mu Ge's straight back.
Snapped!
"Um."
The sound of the whip covered up the muffled grunting of Mu Ge's gritted teeth.
After the whip fell, Muge's new clothes were torn immediately and blood leaked out.
All around, there was silence.
All eyes turned into shock.
Mu Xiong's tangled brows suddenly relaxed, and his clenched fists loosened. There was just a hint of concern in his eyes, paying close attention to Mu Ge's situation.
I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on.
Qin Jinhao was also surprised in his eyes, and frowned slightly. Mu Qingge's stubborn look disgusted him. This reminded him of her entanglement with him, even if it was the result of his deliberate guidance.
On the high platform, the torturer was stunned after swiping the whip, as if he couldn't figure out why he had swung the whip.
"Why are you stunned? Keep fighting!" The sudden pause made Mu Ge frown.
To withstand this kind of criminal law, it must be done in one go. If it breaks in the middle, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it. It's all about willpower.
The torturer looked at Mu Xiong in the main seat. After the latter nodded almost imperceptibly, he gritted his teeth and waved the whip again.
Snapped!
Bang bang!
Snapped!
One whip after another, each whip penetrates the flesh with a sound, without any falsehood.
Soon, the flesh and blood on Mu Ge's back was covered with blood, and the dazzling red color flowed down her clothes, and the fallen meat pieces dripped at her feet. However, from beginning to end, Mu Ge never hummed or begged for mercy.
The still upright figure shot straight into the sky like a sword waiting to be sharpened.
The only sound that echoed throughout the military camp was the sound of whips.
Mu Xiong clenched his hands again, staring at the thin figure on the stage without blinking, his nails already sinking into the flesh.
'Ninety... ninety-eight... one hundred... one hundred one... one hundred three... '
I don't know since when, all the soldiers under the high platform began to silently count the number of whips Mu Ge received. The young man they looked down upon, the playboy who killed five hundred of their brothers, that loser who couldn't cultivate, was now like his legs being cast into a high platform, enduring everything that ordinary people couldn't bear.
She said that the additional 100 lashes were to comfort the 500 heroic souls.
She is using her flesh and blood to see off the soldiers.
With silent actions, he admitted his mistakes to the soldiers.
Qin Jinhao's eyes were hard to read, but he couldn't hide his shock. Staring at the people on the stage, he felt that he had made something wrong. 'Is the blood of the Mu family always the blood of the Mu family? Even a waste can unite the morale of the army! The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the sound of cracking bones did not attract anyone's attention.
(End of chapter)