Ling Xihua's heart shook.

The whip was too thick, and there were dried blood stains on it.

She's never seen someone whip before, but this thing, if you smoke it, you're going to die...

Something was gradually breaking away from Ling Xihua's consciousness and starting to get out of control.

Maybe it had already started to get out of control, but she didn't notice it.

I don't know why, the glass and eyeballs, guns and blood holes, people and leopards that I saw for the first time came to my eyes.

"Miss."

Ling Xihua was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at him slightly stiffly, "Huh? ”

Ah Chong pretended not to see it, but said, "Please remember that this is the loss of the bettor." ”

After saying that, Ah Zhong looked at the man on the other side, obviously had no objection, just looked in this direction like a good show.

Then Ling Xihua saw Ah Chong throw the heavy whip in his hand to the little man again.

The little man was stunned for a moment, and called him in shock, "Brother Chong!" ”

Ah revisited Ling Xihua.

"Miss, sit down."

Ling Xihua wanted to say something, but sat down obediently.

She always felt that the next scene would be hard for her to forget.

No matter what she thought, no matter what others thought, Ah Chong unbuttoned and took off his shirt expressionlessly, revealing his strong upper body.

Ling Xihua saw mottled traces on it, most of them were old, but there were also new ones, which had only scabbed over and were still bright red on them.

"I know how many."

The little man gritted his teeth, "Two, twenty." ”

Ah Chong looked at him and didn't speak.

The little man compromised, "I'm mistaken, it's forty." ”

Five whips can kill an ordinary person's whip.

It's forty.

"Mistaken?" The man who took a sip of tea raised his eyebrows, "Could that be a mistake?" ”

As soon as his voice fell, Ling Xihua's whole body trembled.

No one told her that the bet was a whip, a penal ...

If Ah Chong could hear this, he would tell her that it was wrong, it was not the criminal law, it was blood.

The stakes here are all blood.

Ah Chong's back straightened, and his indifferent eyes looked over to meet the gray pupils.

It's cold.

Much colder than him, the last time Ah Chong saw this kind of look was when he was at the Qin family's Dashao.

It's the kind of temperature that doesn't fall into the icy water without a wisp of winter, and it almost makes people freeze.

"Don't get me wrong." The man stood up, walked over, and under the gaze of everyone, took the whip from the little man's hand, and weighed it in his hand. "I mean strength, not hitting the wrong person, since you volunteered to replace it, I have no opinion."

When the words fell, the black whip flicked in his hand, and there was a "snap" in the air!

Then there was a crisp cracking sound.

Ling Xihua smashed the teacup in his hand.

Ah Chong just glanced at her lightly, and Ling Xihua could even see the reassurance in his eyes.

"Do you have any comments if I do it myself?"

Ah Chong clenched his fists, "Please." ”

When the first whip went down, don't talk about Ling Xihua, the little man's swarthy face turned white with fright.

A stream of blood was thrown and hit Ling Xihua's wrist.

Around is Ah Chong, and it was also shaken hard.

This man is too ruthless!

It was the longest forty lashes, and the quietest place of the day was braids and the sound of flesh flying.

If Ling Xihua hadn't been for the sake of his eldest lady's face and held on to his seat, the whole person would have been paralyzed.

The point is, the man, the man holding the whip in his hand, didn't get a drop of blood on it, and every whip looked at her. "Stealing the marriage in September: Teacher Qin, you have to hold it high!" The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.