Konoha Aogen

"This bitch from the shadow said that whipping is not as powerful as the 'Jin Hand', you fucking liar!" Perhaps cursing others in his heart can give him some comfort. When the pain exceeds a certain limit, Ghost Moth can't tell which is more painful and which is more painful than more. To her, what she was experiencing was the most vicious cruelty in the world.

After twenty lashes were finally finished, Mu Qing'er threw the cane whip to the ground with some boredom, pushed open the iron door and walked out.

Not long after, four guards from the "Execution Court" followed Mu Qing'er back into the execution chamber. Two of them, one behind the other, carried a "nanmu gurney" that had been covered with a "soft down quilt". The other two, one went to untie Gui Moth, and the other supported her with Mu Qing'er to ensure that she wouldn't fall after her hands and feet were taken off. Then the three of them put her on the "gurney" together.

Until he lay down on the "gurney", Gui Mo had a cotton handkerchief stuffed in his mouth. Mu Qing'er didn't move, and none of the guards dared to take it. Firstly, they always felt that their fingers would be bitten off, and secondly, no one knew whether she was willing to cry louder.

To the "Prison Guards of the Criminal Court" who were accustomed to whippings, the scars on Gui Moth's body were not shocking. It can even be said that the traces of water release are too obvious. However, thinking that the person who was being punished today... was the master of the execution court, several guards couldn't help but feel an inexplicable joy in their hearts. Of course, there is also the boundless fear that far outweighs the joy of peering into secrets. After seeing this scene, can Master Mo tolerate himself?

"Carry it to the prison cell and treat it like other people." Mu Qing'er repeated Ye Xuan's instructions indifferently, but she followed the guard who carried the "gurney" into the prison cell. When several imperial guards saw Mu Qing'er following them, they felt as if they were being pardoned.

The instruction to "be treated like other prisoners" had been received by the Criminal Court once at noon, and just now the palace master said it again. But... this means that after being carried to the prison cell, Lord Moth must be taken off the "gurney" and thrown onto the cold stone floor. Who will do this? Who dares to do this? At this time, the palace owner was present, and several guards gently placed the "gurney" on the ground in front of her, and hurriedly bowed to leave. As long as she sees it with her own eyes and doesn't care about it, that's her acquiescence.

Mu Qing'er leaned against the wall and sat down near the head of the "gurney". She put the index and middle fingers of her left hand into Gui Mo's mouth, took out a soaked cotton handkerchief, and threw it on the ground. At this time, the overflowing sweat in his pores was relieved by the dry and cold air outside the torture room. The severe pain in Gui Mo's wound was slightly relieved, but he still couldn't stop crying sadly. Mu Qing'er didn't know how to comfort her, or whether he should comfort her, so he just put his slightly cold left hand on her head.

At this time, Gui Mo was already exhausted, without his usual arrogance and laziness. He only whispered in the space between moans of pain: "Sister Qing'er, Sister Qing'er."

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..." What she feared most at this time was that Mu Qing'er would leave soon, leaving her alone in this cold prison cell.

There is another annoying point. The two wooden poles protruding from the front of the "gurney" pushed Sister Qing'er farther away. She could only feel her left hand gently rubbing the back of her head, but could not share her body temperature or smell the faint scent on her body. It takes a bit of fantasy to capture the fragrance, let alone resting your head on her slender legs. For Mu Qing'er, this is a relatively comfortable distance.

After Mu Qing'er sat for a while, an extremely uncomfortable cold came from her buttocks. At the same time, she felt that the layer of buttock meat between the "femur" and the "ground stone" seemed to be getting thinner and thinner. Of course it was impossible, but that was how she felt. Simple breath adjustment relieved the two inexplicable discomforts. Mu Qing'er then remembered that Xiao Mo seemed to have shown off that the prison cell she designed was somewhat different.

Looking around, I didn't notice anything obvious. This prison cell is larger than that of the "Criminal Law Department" and much cleaner. With three brick walls and an iron gate on one side, when passing by from the outside, you can have a clear view of the inside. She then thought that when she was escorting Gui Mo to the execution chamber, she passed several occupied cells. If she remembered correctly, everyone inside was huddled in the corner with their bodies in their arms.

Mu Qing'er somewhat understood. She sat leaning against the wall, but the coldness coming from her buttocks was completely different from what she felt on her back. The stone slabs on the ground were as cold and hard as ice, and they were made of strange materials that she didn't know where they came from. What would it be like for an amateur who has no true energy in his body, or a martial artist whose acupuncture points have been sealed by steel needles, to live in such a place for ten and a half days without cotton-padded clothes and bedding?

"Twenty lashes, one hundred days in prison. Treated like other prisoners." Thinking of the young master's treatment of Gui Mo, and looking at the "gurney" and thick velvet mattress under her body, Mu Qing'er shook her head gently. shook his head.

"I'm leaving." Mu Qing'er slowly stood up. The blood in Gui Mo's wound was condensing, and she didn't dare to move. The gentle cry that she had just started to cry suddenly became sad and urgent. "You are a criminal, it is inappropriate for me to guard you here." Mu Qing'er's voice was filled with rare warmth.

After that, Gui Mo only heard the "squeak" of the iron door opening and closing from behind him, and the crisp "click" of the lock being locked. She wanted to cry, but if she could only cry to herself, then forget it. Save the remaining strength to endure the pain.

I can't even faint, and I can't fall asleep. In the cold night, the ghost moth was biting the velvet mattress beneath him, shivering. Thinking that such suffering had just begun, she regretted very much why she had killed the beautiful businessman, gently crushed his hand bones, and let him escape crying, wasn't it the same?

Across the gurney and down mattress, the ghost moth still felt

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There was a faint cold feeling beneath him. Thinking of those prisoners who were whipped and thrown directly to the ground, tortured day and night by the bone-chilling cold, a trace of sympathy arose in my heart: "Isn't this 'Taiyin Stone' from the 'frozen soil' too vicious? Use it." Is this necessary to deal with 'thieving maidservants' and 'malfeasant guards'?"

The stagnation at the key points is gradually diluted by the infuriating energy in the body that is unwilling to remain silent. Finally, the inner breath driven by the master returned, dissipating the coldness under his body, and also dissipated the ghost moth's compassion for the weak. She felt much better. The gradually smoothing of her meridians could not stop the faint pain in her back. However, the true energy in her body washed away like a clear spring according to the rhythm of her own mind, but it effectively smoothed her mind.

The "pain in the body" and the "pain in the heart" are temporarily separated. The ghost moth, covered in wounds, reluctantly fell asleep.

Exile Diary - Excerpt (49)

Today I told Lin Jue: "If you can't come every night, then don't come!"

I thought he would try to please me when he saw me angry, but he actually said to me: "Li'er, I must let my grandma see her great-grandson before she leaves. I can't come every night during this period. You have always been the best I hope you can understand my difficulties."

I was so angry that I yelled: "What the hell are you talking about! You are useless to yourself, but you have become my fault?"

"I'm useless? I'm useless? Well, just because I don't know whose problem it is, that's why I can't come every night, you know! Grandma can hardly walk anymore, you know!" Lin Jue He was also angry. This was the first time he lost his temper with me.

"What? Does Ouyang Tong's old age count as my fault?"

"What did you call her!" Lin Jue roared and raised his right hand.

"You want to hit me? Just because I read her name, you want to hit me!" I was so shocked that my throat knotted up, and tears suddenly poured out of the corners of my eyes. Is he still the Lin Jue I know?

Xiaoyue and Xiaomei heard our quarrel and hid in the room, but Anese hurriedly came out of the house and protected me. Anese's arrival helped me regain my sanity from my rage. I can no longer anger Lin Jue. If he really hits me, will Anese tear him to pieces? I can't imagine it.

Lin Jue slowly put down his trembling right hand. Without coaxing me or apologizing, he shook his robe heavily, turned around and left.

Anese opened her arms slightly, as if she thought I was going to hold her and cry.

I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and took Anese back to the bedroom.

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