The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground - Chapter 747

A cold voice resounded in the execution hall.

Kui Qing tightened his grip on the whip, and a faint sneer appeared on his plain face, and he sneered.

“Lord Fu Yue is still as stubborn as ever, just don’t know if he will be as strong as he is now after a few whips?”

As soon as the voice fell, he raised the whip in his hand.

The long whip slashed through the air, causing bursts of torrents, and the air shattered with the sound of shattering.

Just hearing this voice, you know that Kui Qing has no reservations, and he has made a killing.

Mu Changying stood, not dodging, not dodging, not panicking, and her back was still as straight as a pine and cypress, arrogant and unyielding.

His eyes were calm, as if what he was about to meet was just a trivial matter.

“Snapped–“

With a crisp sound, the whip hit her back.

The clothes were torn apart in an instant, the snow-white white skin was ripped apart, and the bright red blood stained the clothes on the back.

This bleak beauty made Kui Qing’s vision a great enjoyment, and the bloodthirsty factor was even more eager to move.

“Snapped–“

Another whip fell.

Mu Changying’s fingers were slightly bent, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and she snorted.

Seeing her back straight, Kui Qing was slightly annoyed.

This woman really hates riding horses. It all fell into his hands, and she was stubborn like a cow. He couldn’t believe that she couldn’t tame this woman.

“Lord Fu Yue, how does this taste? I have soaked this whip with hundreds of medicinal materials.”

“My lord, you have never been defeated, and you have never tasted this taste. This time I finally got a chance, so I must taste it well.”

“But it’s a pity, my lord, your flawless and beautiful back is probably going to leave scars.”

Kui Qing is like a fly, chatting non-stop, making people upset.

The blue veins on the back of Mu Changying’s hand bulged slightly, and the murderous intent flashed away in the calm eyes.

She endured the pain, but there was no anger in her voice, “Shut up.”

A faint voice that didn’t sound provoked at all.

While Kui Qing felt bored, his heart to conquer this “fierce horse” became more determined.

He was brutal, the whip fell, and his back was scarred and blood dripping.

“Snapped–“

The last whip fell.

Seeing that Mu Changying had no anger, Kui Qing’s eyes filled with anger, “Master Fu Yue, why didn’t you beg me just now?”

As long as she speaks and satisfies him, he will definitely not be so cruel.

Mu Changying turned to him calmly, “Those who fail the mission are not qualified to beg for mercy.”

The unsalty voice made Kui Qing froze in place.

After a long time, the anger in his eyes disappeared, and he lowered his head and smiled, “Master Fu Yue, no wonder you are the competent subordinate of the sect master.”

This kind of mental awareness is really not something that ordinary people can have.

Mu Changying endured the pain, raised her foot, and walked past him.

The fingers that have been bent moved slightly, flicking the fingernails of the tail, and the colorless and odorless transparent powder overflowed.

“Let’s go.” He hooked his lips and left the execution hall.

She has been beaten ten times, and the interest should be more or less worthy of her, right?

“…” Kui Qing stood on the spot and inhaled the powder without noticing it.

He looked at the whip in his hand and felt inexplicably annoying.

Damn it, why do you feel that this whip is not easy to use?

He frowned, threw the whip on the ground, and walked to the room on the side of the execution hall.

He pointed to a few women standing by, “Go, take the whip inside and burn it, and prepare a new one.”

Surprise flashed in the woman’s eyes, “Yes…”

This whip, if I remember correctly, it was made by the master of the punishment hall with great effort, right?

Damn, it’s not easy to find a better whip than it is.