The stick fell without warning, devouring her in pain, her body was pressed tightly by the guards, and she could only bite her lip and endure it without resistance, and suffered this cruel capital punishment.

Time passed minute by minute, and the executioners were all guards, with internal force in their strength, and a stick hit her buttocks, almost tearing her apart, her hands were pressed, her fingers were clenched in pain, the green tendons on her back were protruding, and her palms were soaking.

The originally bewitching and bewitching face was even more painful and sweaty on her forehead, her thin lips were bitten tightly, her lips were bitten blood, and her face was as white as snow, but Nan Wuqing, who was standing on the side with admiration, looked at her with a smile and a slight expression.

"Ah......" endured to the end, she was weak and painful and whispered, seeing that the execution was halfway through, her body could not support it at all, the place where she was beaten was already blurred with flesh and blood, a pair of angry red eyes, almost unbearable to look at directly, but the execution of the guards showed no mercy, the stick was powerful, and viciously attacked to death.

Mo Gongyin bit her lip tightly, her vision gradually blurred, as if she had been torn to pieces, and her whole body seemed to be emptied, and she had no strength.

It hurts.......

It hurts.......

She felt that the part where she was beaten was already sticky, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the pain that pierced her heart was like being crushed and constantly invaded her body and her heart.

After a while, time seemed to stand still, the cruel capital punishment finally stopped, the guards who had held her shoulders let go, her hands lost their restraints, and she suddenly hung down weakly, her body crumbled and lost her center of gravity and rolled down from the stone bench, rolled half a circle on the ground, and the whole person lay on the ground, and the place where she rolled was stained with a lot of blood.

Mo Gongyin lay on the ground weakly, his eyes were hollow, his lips were bitten, revealing bright red blood beads, sliding across the corners of his mouth, but his face was strangely pale, his eyes were scattered, and his brilliance was gone. The official uniform on his body has long been wrinkled, and the injured parts have long been submerged in blood, and the vague flesh and blood stains can be seen faintly through the tattered clothes.

She tried hard to wake herself up, not to faint easily, panting heavily, trying to open her eyes, and hearing the thunderous heartbeat in her chest, it turned out that she was still alive. The heavy fingers trembled slightly, and her whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and she couldn't move at all, as long as she moved, the pain where she was beaten made her frown.

At this time, the sunny sky suddenly darkened, suddenly changed, dark clouds were thick, the whole sky was like a piece of black satin, the stars were shining, the light and darkness were uncertain, and the dark pressure was coming.

The gray sky, with no ray of sunshine, not a single cloud, not even a trace of wind, was so quiet that it was so quiet that it was so quiet that one felt that one did not exist in this world.

Nan Wuqing felt that the sky had changed, his eyes swept over Mo Gongyin who was lying on the ground, and coldly ordered: "Escort him back to Nanyuan." ”

Her shoulders slumped, and her wrists were grabbed tightly, dragging her up from the ground.

"Hiss........" Ying's eyebrows were tightened, his black eyes were cold and sharp, his hands were raised by two armored guards, and his legs were weak and unstable, but he could barely fall.

Biting his lip hard, he raised his head and glared at Nan Wuqing with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Wang, the style of doing things is really convincing to this palace." After that, the sarcastic sneer, the bewitching and miserable white face, enchanting and beautiful, the eyes were raised, looking at the gray sky, the luck broke free from the claws of the imprisoned hands, and the body was trembling and shaking.

Even though the wound hurt her numb, frowning, and biting her lip, she endured it until cold raindrops fell on her cheeks and hair.

The rain poured down, and the guards in the courtyard quickly found an umbrella to prop up for Nan Wuqing, and the rest of the people stood in the rain, while Mo Gongyin's thin figure stood in place, and the originally blood-red ground was cleaned by the heavy rain.

And where she stands like a statue, if it weren't for the extreme bewitching of her eyebrows and eyes, and her beautiful face evoked a residual smile, I thought she was unconscious.

Nan Wuqing's thick eyebrows were raised, his cold eyes looked at her, and he said gloomily: "Mo Gongyin, in the southern country, your identity as the prince of the Mo Kingdom is just a disguise, very cheap, no one is the same thing as being the prince of you?" Don't think that there is a city smoke to protect you, this king will take you out of line, I want to play you, there are many ways, but I don't want to play you to death at once, so you have to take good care of this rotten life that is not as good as a dog, so that you have a chance to fight with this king to the end. This king will let you slowly understand what life is worse than death, and will let you clearly know the pain of being played with in the palm of your hand. As soon as the words fell, his grim face pulled out a playful smile.

Tightening the corners of her clothes, the rain drenched her eyes, her face, her hair, especially the wounds, which were eroded by the water, and it was even more painful, and a pair of black eyes glared at Nan Wuqing with sharp resentment.

Thinking of someone who is plagued by illness every day, she hates, and hates even more the face that wantonly talks nonsense in front of her, listening to his words, she is angry, and deep in her heart it is like a fire burning her, all her internal organs are stirred, churning, and she can't breathe in pain—

"Don't look at this king with such eyes, because you are not worthy." Nan Wuqing's demonic eyes shot sharply at her, an arrow step, a pair of strong and powerful hands grabbed her throat, she was almost unsteady on her feet, she had to grab his wrist, staring at the pair of narrow eyes like ice and cold light, barely looking at it.

Mo Gongyin smiled coldly and reprimanded: "Treating a person who has no fight back like this, Prince Qing thinks it's funny, right?" ”

She really didn't understand, why did Nan Wuqing insult her so much and hate her so much? I can't figure out when she will get into trouble with this nasty person.

"You said it was right." Nan Wuqing's eyes were as dark as ink, revealing a demonic light, and he didn't deny it, but only exhaled lightly, "What, don't you think it's fun?" Want to try the feeling of open skin? As he spoke, the hand that was holding her throat was slightly strained.

"Cough ......." Mo Gongyin's eyes were cold, his throat hurt, his shaking body was slightly soft and weak, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "It also depends on whether Lord Qing has that ability." Raising his head, his beautiful face pulled out a bloodthirsty smile, and a pair of black eyes that were originally as black as night instantly changed into blood red. The eyebrows were sharp, the phoenix eyes were like blood, and the cold light shot directly, and the cold and murderous aura rushed to the face, and the pressure swept through the body in an instant.

In the next moment, her inky black hair flew wildly, her clothes were scattered, and her enchanting face instantly turned into a hellish Shura, and her blood-red eyes were like a sharp undercurrent shooting out a stunning cold light, handsome as she was as beautiful as she was and terrifying as she was.

It's like...... Look at the world, resist the wind Shura, as violent as a demon!

Her chest burned like a fire, so hot that she was mad about it, and she wanted to destroy everything in front of her. A powerful aura in her body flowed through every corner, almost tearing her apart, her hands hung down, and she stretched it out again, carrying the palm wind violently towards Nan Wuqing's chest.