"Hey! Let me see who's here." A rough man's voice came from far outside the execution room.
a while.
I saw a majestic middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, shirtless and wearing a pair of red trousers, walking slowly in with a dark iron rod in his hand.
"Master Criminal." When the two soldiers saw the middle-aged man, they hurriedly bent down and bowed.
"Yes!" The man nodded, looked at Mu Bai with a joking look on his face, grinned, showing two rows of yellow teeth, and said: "Boy, if you fall into my hands, I will definitely let you taste what it means to live without begging.
The feeling of not being able to die."
After hearing Master Xing's words, Mu Bai felt a deep feeling of disgust for this person.
This was the first time since childhood that he had tried the feeling of being imprisoned. He really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Perhaps this was the sadness of being a little person, and any resistance was so insignificant.
"Hehe..." The man sneered, spat into his palm, held the iron rod tightly with both hands, and walked to Mu Bai's side.
"Take off his pants for me!" the man ordered.
Upon hearing this, a soldier took off half of his wooden trousers, exposing his entire buttocks to the air.
Mu Bai felt a chill.
"Drink!" The man shouted softly, suddenly picked up the iron rod with both hands, and slapped it down hard with only brute force.
"Crack!"
The iron rod hit the flesh of Mu Bai's buttocks, and his flesh cracked instantly, sputtering out a burst of red blood.
"Humph..." Mubai groaned, and a sharp pain came from him. The pain made him almost faint, and his fists were pulled tightly, and his nails dug into the flesh.
This iron rod is embedded with a fire trigger magic circle. If Mu Bai dared to use his soul power to resist the blow just now, the magic circle will be triggered, and the iron rod will be instantly burned to iron red by the fire magic circle. If it is hit by
The pain on the skin and flesh can be imagined.
"Pah! Pah! Pah"...
Every time the man picked up a stick, he almost hit it down with all his strength. He hit him with more than fifty sticks in a row. What surprised him was that Mubai never opened his mouth and said a word of pain. His face