The whip of Heavenly Punishment is not as good as that of Heavenly Thunder.
When the troops were sent from heaven, there were thirty-three thunders. Now the emperor is abolished, and thirty-three long whips are. Bai Chu's cultivation is more abundant at this time than before. She could bear such pain back then, but now she must be able to bear it.
The injury is just the flesh.
She slowly straightened her back, bright red blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth, and cold sweat broke out from her forehead.
The third whip fell, and the sudden dazzling light was seen.
pain……
This pain seemed to be a fire-like blade that suddenly slashed the skin, and the burning pain spread into the blood vessels and penetrated into the bone marrow. Bai Chu's whole body was trembling, and his hands turned into claws unconsciously. His sharp nails grabbed the ground hard, and a long trace was drawn on the bluestone ground.
The fourth whip is sore and sore from the shoulder armor to the waist, wherever it reaches, and this time it can't even straighten your waist.
The fifth whip—
Her body sank suddenly, and the whip turned into lightning fell heavily, cutting through her skin.
Bai Chu heard a familiar voice in his ear and groaned. She was shocked and turned her head. She saw a face that had been separated for a day. She couldn't help but curse: "Van Gogh, what are you here for?"
Once the heavenly punishment is activated, it will not stop. The heavenly punishment does not recognize people and only descends to its position.
The sixth whip quickly descended, crossing Van Gogh's back until his arms. His body twitched, his face changed, he closed his arms and hugged Bai Chu, and raised his thin lips and smiled: "I heard that it's lively here, I'll come and take a look."
The purple robe and a long mouth torn apart from the arms, the flesh rolled up, and the blood and purple blended together, dark and dull.
"Van Gogh!" Bai Chu reached out and pushed him, "Nothing can be so fun to watch. If you want to watch the fun, just run down to watch it! Don't mess around here!"
After pushing the wound, Bai Chu shrank his hand reflexively. In this gap, Van Gogh laughed and approached her again, avoiding the wound on her body, and hugging her tightly. "Bai Chu, you are not interested in this way. There are so many people below, how can you see it comfortably? Your high platform has a great geographical location. Look, the view is so broad, and it is not crowded."
The seventh whip was hit, and the crisp sound of the skin and flesh made Bai Chu tremble.
Van Gogh's chin was pressed against Bai Chu's shoulder, and his voice drifted into her ears softly, looking very unbearable: "It hurts."
"I have never seen anyone come to the door to get abused!"
She gritted her teeth and wanted to push him out. Before she could use her strength, she heard a soft voice in her ear, "You still push? You still push him if you hurt. If you push again, it hurts to death."
There was a bit of teasing in his lazy words. Bai Chu didn't know whether he should be angry or laughed. After enduring, he still retracted his hand and silently counted how many whips there were in his heart.
The square surrounded by people was filled with uproar.
Even the deposed Fox Emperor is still the former Fox Emperor. The people of Qingqiu have a pious belief in the king at any time.
Bai Chu was punished, and there were not many people who actually came to watch the fun in the square. On the contrary, they were more worried.
Thirty-three whip from the sky, but the one who was tortured was still a woman. Even if Bai Chu was not the fox emperor or the emperor, in this case, even passers-by who were unaware of the situation would feel a little pity for him.
What's more, she is a goddess with good looks and noble status?
So, when the whip from the sky, most people had a serious look on their faces, staring at the platform, for fear that the Emperor would fall off the platform by accident.
When a purple shadow seemed to flash on the high platform, and a man hugged the emperor from behind, everyone was angry.
Where did the disciples come from?
The princess is also something you can get involved in?!
After the long whip turned into lightning thrust hard on the man's body, his skin was blooming, and everyone's temper was slightly cured.
Should! Who asked you to hold the Emperor's Princess? You deserve to be sucked! Alas, you still hold the Emperor's Princess until you are sucked?! Who is not afraid of death and eat the Emperor's Princess tofu openly?!
The platform was too high, and everyone fixed their eyes and saw a little clearly the person who suddenly appeared on the platform.
Someone pulled his chin in the square and slowly analyzed: "I look pretty handsome, I can barely accept the princess's face."
"Hey, the fabric of that dress is good! It's a pity if it's broken."
"Don't open! Is the clothes the point?"
"Clothes are not the point, what is the pattern on that person's forehead?"
"Your sister in Huabiao - wait, what pattern? On your forehead?" Everyone was attracted by the sound, and they narrowed their eyes and looked at it carefully.
The magnificent lilac pattern is derived from the ancient divine patterns. When you see it, you will feel a solemn breath.
In this way, the extra boy on the platform is the Demon Lord.
Since it is the Demon Lord, just eat this tofu. The Emperor will come back sooner or later. Everyone's anger gradually dissipated, and they raised their lips and smiled.
The Emperor's skin is tender and tender, how a pity is it to be injured? A man is thick and thick, so it's nothing to get a few more whips. The Demon Lord's whip is blocked well. Oh? If the Demon Lord hadn't hooked the Emperor Lord and led the Emperor, would the Emperor's whip betrayed because of his sex? It's outrageous! Why didn't the whip hit that sky harder?
The people in the square who were worried about Bai Chu turned to watch the fun at this time. Anyway, the whip was not whipped on their own people, so if there was fun, I wouldn't watch the fun.
The two people on the high platform naturally had no time to pay attention to Xiao Jiujiu below the high platform.
Twenty whips passed by in a blink of an eye, and every whip fell, and blood splashed everywhere.
Blood splattered, and Bai Chu's face was stained a lot. She saw Van Gogh's face getting whiter and whiter. The cold sweat from her forehead merged into sweat, which cut through the eyebrows, wet her eyebrows and slid down the outline of her face.
Bai Chu never dared to push him away, for fear that he would pull the wound on his back as soon as he moved. She carefully reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, her voice was so light that it could not be any more light. She was discussing tone: "Van Gogh, enough, you go out, okay?"
Van Gogh raised one hand and grabbed the tenderness she stretched over. Her thin lips, which had not been blood-colored, were slightly pulled, "Why did you let me go out? It would be bad to block the whip for you?"
"Because--" As soon as he said the words, a strange look flashed through Bai Chu's eyes quickly, and then he glared at him fiercely, "Van Gogh, stop making trouble!"
"Do you remember the first time we were whipped together?" He held her hand and pressed it on his cheek. "At that time, you kept hiding towards me, and pulled me to block the whip by pulling my clothes, and couldn't even shake it away."
Of course Bai Chu remembered that time, not long after they first met, and they had worked together to do many mischiefs. At that time, she and Van Gogh put medicine on Bai Qing and Chong Si separately. The medicine was not done, but they were caught and whipped.
In the idea of tragedy and punishment, Bai Chu often led the whip that hit him on Van Gogh at that time.
At this moment, Bai Chu looked at him in anger, "I'm really addicted to abuse, are you? Go out immediately!"
It was obviously seriously injured, but his eyes were full of brilliance, and there seemed to be a smile inside.
"Bai Chu, you haven't answered me yet, why did you let me out?" Another whip was whipped down. He clenched her tightly, but he still smiled, and the heat plunged into her ears, "Why, I feel sorry?"
Another crisp sound, the blood splashed from behind him splattered high and fell on both of them. It was obvious that he must be bloody behind him.
Bai Chu looked at the smile on his face and felt depressed. This feeling was very painful, with soreness in the pain, and a little sweetness in the soreness...
Bai Chu pursed his lips and squeezed his face hard, "Van Gogh, you are a scoundrel!"
"If the rogue's face is broken, it will not look good." His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were smiling beautifully.
The place on his face that was pinched by her turned red slightly, and soon, it turned white again.
Bai Chu softened his strength and carefully stroked his cheek, "Does it hurt?"
He is rarely honest, "It hurts."
Bai Chu lowered his eyes and buried it in his arms, "Van Gogh, why are you here?"
He hugged her, "You can't bear the blame for the mistakes you made together."
"You can't come. This is Qingqiu, not your demon world." The long eyelashes drooped trembled slightly, and in the crisp sound of whips in the ears, it finally couldn't hide the hazy water light in the eyes.
"Bai Chu, if you have a scar on your body, how can you marry me in six days?"
His voice was soft and gentle, and it gently brushed her five senses like fluff. Bai Chu smiled slightly and stretched out his finger to stroke his lips. Blood had just flowed out of the corners of his mouth.
"You are so embarrassed to marry me in six days?"
"I'm thick-skinned and my injury heals quickly."
The rippling water light from the golden eyes finally burst out from the socket, and the mist of the water was clearly hazy. But the face of the person in front of him became clearer, so clear that it seemed to be deeply engraved into her bones, into her heart, and into her lungs.
"Cry?" His voice was hoarse and deep.
She buried her arms in anger, rubbing her eyes against his clothes, "No."
"If you say there is no, then there is no. You didn't wipe my tears and nose."
"No snot!"
A smile spilled out of his throat, "That's tears."
"Van Gogh, you bastard!"
"Well, I'm a bastard."
The last whip was very short and passed in a flash.
The clouds gradually dissipated above the sky, and the bright light was pouring down.
Bai Chu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him, "How is it? Are you still standing up?"
Van Gogh raised his eyebrows, and said in a relaxed tone, "Bai Chu, don't underestimate me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the clouds that had not yet dispersed and he rushed towards Van Gogh.
"Ba"
Van Gogh, who was about to get up, was pulled to the ground.
Bai Chu was shocked and reached out to help him.
Van Gogh leaned on her body and coughed a few times, "I'm playing tricks on me, and there are also some divine punishments given by God..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyelids sank and he fainted.
Bai Chu looked at the clouds that had all disappeared, supported Van Gogh, frowned and looked to the highest point of the main peak. There, Bai Qian met her gaze, ignored her, turned around and walked in other directions.