Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

Two hundred soaring whips, even if a Green Realm expert could carry it down, would still be half-dead.

Who is Mu Qingge? Just a piece of junk. Not to mention the Green Realm, not even the second Red Realm, how dare you speak out nonsense and have to endure two hundred whips?

He is crazy!

Or do you want to take advance as retreat, and win the old general's unbearable?

For a time, all living beings, with different expressions, speculated about Mu Ge's intentions.

In the eyes looking at the high platform, there are contempt, ridicule, doubt, and indifference.

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 see what he was thinking at the moment. The Mu Qingge he knew should not be like this.

Beat! Teng whip didn't hold down for a long time, and Mu Ge looked at the torturer displeased.

The latter was swept away by her sharp gaze, but she didn't have the slightest sense of resistance in her heart.

Snapped--!

Um.

The sound of the whip covered up the muffled groan of Mu Ge clenching his teeth.

And after the whip fell, Mu Ge's new clothes were torn and blood leached out.

There was silence all around.

All eyes turned into shock.

Mu Xiong's tangled brows suddenly loosened, and his clenched fists also loosened. It's just a faint concern in his eyes, paying close attention to Mu Ge's situation.

I'm afraid he can't stand it.

Qin Jinhao's eyes were also surprised, his brows were lightly wrinkled, and Mu Qingge's stubborn appearance made him annoyed. This reminded him of her entanglement with him, even if it was the result of his deliberate guidance.

On the high platform, after the torturer swung the whip, he was also stunned, as if he couldn't figure out why he swung the whip.

What are you doing, keep fighting! The sudden pause made Mu Ge frown.

To bear this kind of criminal law, it must be done in one go. If it is interrupted in the middle, I am afraid that it will not be able to continue. It's all about willpower.

The torturer looked at Mu Xiong in the main seat. After the latter nodded indiscernibly, he clenched his teeth and waved the whip again.

Snapped--!

slap--!

Snapped--!

Whip after whip, every whip is a sound, without the slightest fraud.

Soon, the blood on Mu Ge's back was blurred, and the dazzling red dripped down her clothes, dripping with the falling pieces of meat at her feet. However, from beginning to end, Mu Ge never hummed or begged for mercy.

That still upright posture, like a sword waiting to be sharpened, shot straight into the sky.

In the entire barracks, only the sound of whips echoed.

Mu Xiong clenched his hands again, staring at the thin figure on the stage without blinking, his fingernails sinking into flesh and blood.

'Ninety...nine eight...one hundred...one hundred one...one hundred and three...'

I don't know when it started, all the soldiers under the high platform began to silently count the number of whips that Mu Ge received. The boy they looked down on, the dude who killed their five hundred brothers, the trash who couldn't cultivate, but at this moment, it was like his legs were cast into a high platform, bearing everything that ordinary people could not bear.

She said that the additional 100 whips were to comfort the 500 Heroic Spirits.

She is using her flesh and blood to see off the soldiers.

With silent behavior, he is admitting his mistakes to the soldiers.

Qin Jinhao's eyes were hard to see, but he couldn't hide his shock. Staring at the people on the stage, he felt that he seemed to have made a mistake. 'Is the blood of the Mu family always the blood of the Mu family? Even if it is a waste, it can gather the heart of the army! ' The hand hidden in the sleeve robe was clenched tightly, and the sound of the knuckles did not attract anyone's attention.