His gaze slowly withdrew from a distance, but he did not turn around, but from his mouth, his unapologetic order came out—

"Splash water on her and continue the execution."

The soldier behind him was stunned again, and then immediately arched his hand and said, "Yes, Lord Wang." ”

Feng Qinyu, who had fainted, was woken up by cold water, and the rain hit her body covered in bruises, and her face was already drenched in blood, and the rain washed her wounds, making her tingle.

She subconsciously snorted, and in the next second, a heavy whip fell on her again.

"Two Hundred ......"

"Two Hundred and One ......"

The vision was a little blurry, she barely held her eyes, the rain hazy her vision, in a trance, she saw Dongfang Yunlie standing in the rain, with his back to her, the back that seemed to be the king of the world, but it was full of loneliness and loneliness.

The whip on her body seemed to have numbed her with pain, and she didn't feel the slightest pain anymore.

It's just that I don't know how long it took, but she heard someone say in her ear: Lord Wang, the execution has been completed.

A relieved smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and then she fainted again.

Dongfang Yunlie slowly turned around this time, his eyes fell on Feng Qinyu, who had been lowered from the wooden frame, and there was no emotion in those unfathomable black eyes, and he was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

The soldiers put Feng Qinyu down from the wooden frame, and just as they didn't know what to do, Dongfang Yunlie took Feng Qinyu's faint and bloody body from their hands at this time.

At this time, Feng Qinyu did not have any intact places on his body, and everywhere on his body were wounds that had been whipped by whips, and the flesh that opened was dazzling blood red, and the blood seeped out little by little along the white skin.

With a blank face, he leaned down, carried Feng Qinyu back into the tent, and laid it down on his large, soft bed*.

"Uh......"

In a coma, Feng Qinyu snorted in pain, and her brows were tightly twisted.

Her bruised, bloodless lips were still trembling at this time, and it was clear that she was experiencing and enduring unparalleled pain.

Dongfang Yunlie's hand gently stroked her wound, and there was still no emotion in her seemingly calm eyes, and in the end, he could only hear him chuckling, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying coldness.

"Feng Qinyu, this is the end of annoying this king."

With that, he got up and strode out of the tent, "Pass the military doctor." ”

With his back to the military tent, he narrowed his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was full of absoluteness, "Feng Qinyu, this king will not let you die so easily." ”

He was telling Feng Qinyu, who was already unconscious, and he was also telling himself.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Qinyu finally woke up from his unbearable pain, his body was wrapped in gauze, and at this time it was still oozing dazzling blood red.

Her body was so painful that she couldn't move at all, and as long as she moved slightly, it would easily tug at the pain nerves in her body, making her grin in pain.

"You're awake."

In her ears, an old voice came from her, which also made her vague consciousness slowly clear.

In front of her, a person dressed as a military doctor was examining her wounds, and this military tent was ......

This is Dongfang Yunlie's military tent, she ...... How did it end up here?

She wrinkled her eyebrows, not remembering how she was lying on Dongfang Yunlie's bed.