What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

The rain just now had brought plenty of chill, and the Qinghe Sect was close to the cold Jianyuan, so there were gusts of cold wind blowing from the bottom of the abyss on weekdays.

Without the stellar energy to protect the body, the physical sensations would be infinitely magnified, and even the cold Song Xianzhi's lips turned pale.

He knelt on the carved white jade platform, under the pressure, there was an unignorable tingling pain in his knees, and even a few faint blood flowers ooze out from the fabric.

The dull bell finally slowly settled down.

Then the surroundings became quiet, only the whistling wind remained.

The two law-enforcing elders floating in the air read out Song Xianzhi's various crimes expressionlessly.

Big and small, the rules and regulations were all committed by the original owner.

The most serious one is to use extraordinary means to kill Bai Jingyi.

Once this sentence was read out, it caused a sensation, and everyone was indignant for Bai Jingyi.

In fact, these crimes had been listed in the case a long time ago, but they were repeatedly shelved under the original owner's refusal to plead guilty and Yun Xuezun's strong protection.

Today, several crimes are punished together.

Song Xianzhi listened carefully to those unreasonable crimes for him, and then looked around.

I saw a huge piece of black under the stage.

Some people are expressionless, some are gloating, and some are full of joy.

It's just that among these people, there are no figures he is familiar with.

Song Xianzhi smiled, without a trace of disappointment.

In fact, it's good if they didn't make it over here, so as not to see the miserable state of their own pain.

"The disciple of Yun Ling, Song Zhizhi." The elder with a voice as deep as a Hong Zhong slowly closed the crime list in his hand, raised his eyebrows coldly, and raised his voice to ask: "This time, can you plead guilty?"

Song Xianzhi came back to his senses, raised his arms and kowtowed, without any hesitation, he paused every word, and said clearly: "Disciple Song Xianzhi, plead guilty."

His candid attitude made the originally quiet environment explode again, and everyone immediately talked about it.

There are also many people who are soft-hearted and feel that the 59 magic whip is a bit too heavy, but after all, it is only a small number of people, and they are quickly suppressed by others.

The two elders were not affected at all, they just nodded in agreement.

At the same time, a long whip that was as thick as a willow stick and full of silver light was also supported by two law enforcement disciples, and it was presented up quickly.

This long whip is the magic whip of law enforcement of Qinghe Sect - Lihun.

I heard that when this magic whip is whipped on people, it brings not only physical pain, but also spiritual torture. It whips people's body and consciousness at the same time, and it can draw out the most painful memories deep in people's hearts. .

And every whip can make the tortured person experience the pain again.

Song Xianzhi, who was born in a peaceful age, thinks he doesn't have any overly painful memories, but he is not very afraid of it.

But... this whip is a bit too thin.

As we all know, whipping someone with a thin whip is the most painful...

It's a pity that the overall situation has been decided, and it's useless to think about it.

Song Xianzhi straightened his body, watching the law enforcement elder slowly fall from the air with a long whip in his hand.

He glanced at Song Xianzhi who had a calm demeanor, and was not in a hurry to execute the punishment, but turned to face the audience, and asked again: "Do the audience still have any objections?"

The Qinghe Sect has always had the rule of pleading for mercy and commutation of sentence.

If someone intercedes for him, it means that this person is not a heinous sinner and has nowhere to turn.

It's a bit more relaxed.

Therefore, there is this question.

Song Xianzhi clenched the cloth on his knees, bowed his head and waited.

However, no one spoke.

Only a few disciples who had met Song Xianzhi in the Jing family at that time hesitated and couldn't bear it.

But what Song Xianzhi did before has become known to everyone, and they can't get rid of it, given their identities.

Even if it is useless to say anything, if you are not careful, you may become the target of public criticism and get burned.

No one in the audience spoke, so the elder turned around again and asked the peak masters and elders in the air for instructions.

Those people also flicked their sleeves and did not stop them.

It wasn't until a slightly familiar female voice appeared that Song Xianzhi slowly raised his head.

It was a woman in a red dress with a free and easy posture, with a sky-high arrogance in her eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of upturned winking eyes stared at him closely.

It was Shanye, the peak master of Huai'an Peak, and Yunling's fellow senior sister. She was usually straightforward, and she had long since disliked the original owner's villainous activities.

However, the other party didn't say anything good, but just looked at him sternly, and said: "Over the years, he has done so many unspeakable things, and he dared to harm his fellow disciples. How can he write if he is left alone?"

"If it wasn't for Yun Ling who insisted on stopping him, he would have been beaten up sooner or later. Now that he has confessed his crime in person, he just needs to be beaten. Where did all this nonsense come from?"

For some reason, Song Xianzhi's heart shrank, a little pantothenic.

Although he knew that this would be the result, he didn't care about other people's opinions.

But now that this moment really came, he began to feel uncontrollably sad.

I don't know if it's because of the original owner's residual memory, but at this moment, he seems to have really become the original owner, feeling his unwillingness and anger faintly.

He really wanted to refute something, but he couldn't speak, he could only kneel stiffly, his eyes blushing silently.

No one thinks he's right.

Still 59 lashes.

The verdict was finally settled.

With the sound of execution falling, the elder holding the whip was in a steady figure, and with a move of his big hand, the long whip was blown with a biting cold wind and pierced down through the air.

This whip, carrying spiritual power, was full of ruthlessness and determination when it fell.

However, when the silver whip as thick as a willow was thrown down, it tore the thin clothes like a barb in an instant.

The cold silver iron rolled over the flesh, and the pink flesh marks only stopped for a moment, and then countless blood beads scrambled out and soaked into the clothes.

The pain surfaced slowly, and Song Yanzhi bit the tip of his tongue desperately to prevent himself from screaming out in pain, but his body still couldn't help but threw himself forward a little.

Cold sweat fell together with physiological tears, adding a touch of crystal bright color to the jade flowers carved on the stage.

The long whip was embedded in his back, and even rolled to his ribs due to inertia, before being pulled back violently.

The moment he pulled it back, Song Xianzhi felt that all the bones in his body were about to be pulled away, and he gritted his teeth in pain and couldn't help moaning.

At the same time, memories that did not belong to him flooded up in his mind, although they were blurry, they made him feel so sad that life would be worse than death.

In the picture, there seems to be something important away from him, and the more he tries to grab it, the more self-defeating it becomes.In the end, all the figures went away from him, and he crawled on the spot, leaving nothing behind.

When the magic whip was pulled away, it seemed that it also took away all his positive emotions.He was left with endless pain and struggle.

Song Xianzhi held his numb heart in pain, tears streaming down his face.

There was a burning pain in his back, and his brain was buzzing. He tried his best to support his arms, so as not to let himself fall down.

However, he still underestimated the power of the caning. Just this lash already made him feel extremely unbearable. After the remaining 58 lashes, he probably won't die, but will lose half his life.

but……

Song Xianzhi clenched his fist, if he didn't do this, no matter where he went in the future, he would bear those stains and he would not live in peace.

Four or five more whips came down, and Song Xianzhi's nose couldn't help bleeding out, the clothes on his back were torn, and glaring and hideous scars were engraved on his originally snow-white and smooth body.

Song Lianzhi's eyes turned pale after being beaten, and he almost fell forward, but he tried his best to carry him down again, and stubbornly straightened his body.

The skin in his mouth was almost bitten once, and it was already bloody and bloody. In addition, the blood surging up from his throat stained his mouth with a strong rusty smell.

After enduring it for a while, Song Lianzhi gritted his teeth, thinking: long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, let him act faster, maybe he can feel better.

So he raised his head, forced a smile, and said with trembling lips: "Trouble, elder, speed up..."

His hair crown has been loosened, and the black hair spreads all over his shoulders, and is wet with a lot of sweat, and clings to his pale face.

In such a state of embarrassment, that smile was also extremely blunt, making him fragile and stubborn.

Many people around can hardly stand it anymore.

He obviously looked impatient, but he never called a stop from the beginning to the end, and even the painful groans that were instinctively uttered were all contained in his throat.

Seeing this scene, even the law enforcement elder, who had always been expressionless, sighed slightly.

But the line of law enforcement never tolerates private affairs. He can promise Song Xianzhi to speed up the speed, but he will not slow down the strength, let alone reduce the number of times.

The long whip fell again, like a torrential rain, and his thin back was bloody and bloody, and the blood dripped through his clothes and fell to the ground.

Five times in a row, Song Jianzhi pushed hard until his fingernails sank into his palm, his eyes blurred, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Sure enough...it feels better...

Raising his hand to wipe away the blood stains around his mouth, he adjusted it, then straightened his back again, signaling to the other party that he was okay.

However, his vision has long been blurred, and it seems that something has suddenly isolated him from the whole world.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and everything was separated from him by a layer of film.

However, the picture in my mind became clearer and clearer.

Slowly, Song Xianzhi saw the world in the eyes of the original owner, and felt what he felt.

That was a completely different scene...

In the Qinghe Sect in the picture, everyone loves him and loves him very much.

The disciples in the sect supported him, while the peak master and elders supported him.

He is carefree, innocent and innocent, and there is nothing that can make him unhappy.

Like the chosen child of this world, he stood on the highest point when he was born. As long as he stands, he is sitting on everything.

It's just that this scene is so beautiful, but it forms a dazzling contrast with the present.

It's a lot of irony.

The moment he fell to the ground, the memory was frozen.

Song Xianzhi, who had withdrawn and came back, still couldn't help thinking: It turns out that this is the feeling of falling from a generation of arrogance who has been favored by thousands of people to a cannon fodder that everyone hates...