After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Pu Ran had already swung the whip four times, and as she continued beating, Song Zhao still felt that she was a very nice person.

I never whipped his leg once.

His consciousness was floating in and out, and he was in a daze. His skin felt like it was covered with chili oil and was burning with pain.

The girl held him down and chanted Buddhist scriptures with ethereal Sanskrit sounds. It seemed that the "Mantra King Sutra for Removing Sins" was really removing his sins bit by bit along with the whipping.

Song Zhao's slender white neck drooped limply, his face pressed against the bed, his pair of slender eyes were unfocused under his bangs wet with sweat.

"It can eliminate all karma, destroy all sins and sufferings, and cut off all demonic karma. It can make those who do not believe in it develop respect and faith, and eliminate hunger and frugality, and bring them abundance and happiness..."

There was the sound of Buddhist chanting in my ears, accompanied by the sound of whips.

He no longer had the strength to resist, so even when his acupoints were untied, he was still like a dying fish on the beach. He instinctively opened his lips and breathed rapidly, but only the dry air cut his lungs.

"It will cure all diseases and keep away unnecessary deaths, and will also enable sentient beings to forever eliminate regrets and gain peace and happiness."

The boy's body was covered in blue and red, with tears in the corners of his eyes. He lost the ability to think, and mumbled in a broken and hoarse voice: "Cure all diseases and keep away from unnecessary death, and also make sentient beings..."

After a pause, she lowered her eyelashes to look at his profile.

He wiped away Song Zhao's tears gently with his fingertips, and the force of his whipping hands unconsciously decreased a lot.

Song Zhao didn't know that his unconscious murmurs pleased her, nor did he know that the stone called him a good boy in its heart.

Pu Ran stopped beating and finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures at the same speed. Song Zhao followed her, word by word, until the last syllable ended, he was still blinking blankly.

The mist seemed to be silently asking her: Why don’t you recite anymore?

Pu Ran laughed, rolled off the bed, threw the whip away casually, and said, "I haven't finished beating you yet. You still owe me two more whips. Remember, you have to pay me back in the future."

His dark eyelashes trembled, and Song Zhao closed his eyes tiredly. His drowsy brain turned slowly, and he cursed Pu Ran in his heart as a scoundrel.

I only whipped you once, and the rest were given to other maids. How come I owe you two more?

"You passed out from the pain after just a few lashes? You refuse to accept that I call you a squeamish person."

He hummed in his heart.

How about you try it? See if you are a pampered person.

"Be a good person in the future. If anyone calls you disabled, hit him. Don't take it out on innocent people. You may not be very capable, but you have a bad temper. I've spoiled you."

Song Zhao was so angry at her that his heart ached, but his body seemed to have fallen into water. His clothes were wet and heavy, and he was unable to open his eyes or make a sound to reply.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly, Song Zhao felt someone taking off his shoes and socks, rolling up his trouser legs, and slightly cool and soft fingertips pressing inch by inch on his leg skin.

What is she going to do!

He screamed in his heart and struggled desperately, trying to break through the shackles of drowsiness with a strong sense of resistance, but his body was like a sleep-deprived person and he couldn't move at all.

I can't open my eyes.

After struggling for a long time, he actually lay quietly with his eyes closed and was very quiet.

"what."

He heard the man's questioning tone.

“It’s actually different from what I thought.”

Pu Ran looked at the slender calf that she was holding in her palm. The lines were smooth and the muscles were well-proportioned, which was completely different from the muscle atrophy she had imagined.

She injected more spiritual energy into the investigation and became even more confused.

"Your legs are no different from those of a normal person, so how come you are disabled?"

"Nothing wrong, or are you too sensitive and provoked by others, so you have a stress disorder and can't stand up?"

Weakness in the limbs caused by stress-induced trauma, followed by hysterical paralysis.

She rubbed and pinched that leg, and even tapped it from time to time, completely unaware that Song Zhao was actually still conscious and was about to burst with shame.

The boy's whole body was flushed with peach pink, and he was like a dead fish being bullied by her.

He accepted his fate.

"Your mental state is really poor, but after this beating from me, your previous stress trauma is nothing, right?"

Yes, that little bit of excitement was nothing compared to this time.

When had Song Zhao ever been beaten like a slave and cried for mercy?

The evil anger in his heart was squeezed and twisted into a ball, and he was so angry that he could not only stand up, but also run, jump and kick people.

Pu Ran sighed deeply: "You won't be able to leave in the future, right? Then won't I have accumulated another merit?"

It seems that sooner or later I will complete my merits and be accepted as a disciple by the Buddha!

really not bad.

Song Zhao: Bah!

People like you are not worthy of reciting Buddhist scriptures. Only Buddha would be blind to accept you!

Fortunately, he couldn't make a sound, otherwise Pu Ran would have beaten him to death.

Puran positioned the poor creature on the bed, put his head on the pillow, straightened his legs, and considerately covered him with a small quilt.

Without saying hello, she just opened the door and walked away.

Of course, she had already packed those pieces of Poria cocos and red ginseng cakes in her arms, ready to take them to Liu Yin to eat.

Sister, I’m having a pretty good life today, but of course I can’t forget my little follower.

Song Zhao was lying on the bed with his eyelashes still wet and stuck together. The wound on his back was pressing against the bed, almost waking him up from the pain.

He cursed Pu Ran in his heart, wishing he could eat his flesh alive, and fell into a sleep in a daze and completely unwillingly.

You bitch, you didn’t even say goodbye before leaving.

……

small theater

Song Zhao: Just wait, I will catch you no matter where you are!

Puran: Ah, you didn’t fall in love with me, did you? (covering his mouth in surprise)

What is this called?

Men are cheap.jpg