The whip of heavenly punishment is not superior to that of heavenly thunder.

At that time, the sky descended on the army, and there were thirty-three heavenly thunders. Now that the emperor has been abolished, thirty-three long whips, Bai Chu's cultivation at this time is more abundant than back then. She could bear that kind of pain back then, and she must be able to bear it now.

The wound is in the flesh, but that's it.

She slowly straightened her back, bright red blood flowing down the corners of her mouth, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The third whip fell, and the polar eye was suddenly blinding light.

Pain......

This pain, like a blade with fire, suddenly cut through the skin, and the burning pain spread into the blood veins and deep into the bone marrow. Bai Chu's whole body trembled, his hands unconsciously turned into claws, his sharp nails clawed fiercely on the ground, and a long mark was drawn on the bluestone ground.

The fourth whip, from the shoulder armor to the waist, everywhere it reaches, it is sore and burning, this time, even the waist can't be straightened.

Fifth Whip –

Her body sank suddenly, and the whip made of lightning fell heavily, cutting not her skin.

Bai Chu heard a familiar voice in his ear and snorted. She was shocked, turned her head, and saw a face that had been separated for a day, and couldn't help but scold: "Van Gogh, what are you kid doing here!"

Once the heavenly punishment is opened, it will not stop, and the heavenly punishment will not recognize people, but only fall where it should be.

The sixth whip came down quickly, across Van Gogh's back to his arms, his body twitched, his complexion changed, he wrapped his arms and hugged Bai Chu, and the corners of his thin lips raised a smile: "I heard that it was lively here, so I came over to take a look." ”

The purple robe, with a long mouth torn at the arm, the flesh and skin were rolled, and the blood was dripping, and the blood and purple were mixed together, dark and dull.

"Van Gogh!" Bai Chu stretched out his hand to push him, "How can anyone look at the excitement like this, if you want to see the excitement, run down to see it! Don't mess around here!"

Pulling the wound with a push, Bai Chu reflexively retracted his hand, in this gap, Van Gogh smiled and approached her again, avoided the wound on her body, and hugged her tightly, "Bai Chu, it's not interesting for you to do this, there are so many people below, how can you see it comfortably, you have a high platform, the geographical location is excellent, look at it, how wide the angle is, and it is not crowded." ”

Under the seventh whip, the crisp sound of hitting the skin and flesh made Bai Chu tremble.

Van Gogh's chin rested on Bai Chu's shoulder, and the voice floated softly into her ears, looking very unbearable: "It hurts." ”

"I've never seen anyone come to the door to be abused!"

She gritted her teeth to push him out, but before she could exert her strength, she heard a soft voice in her ear, "You still push? ”

There was a bit of ridicule in his lazy words, Bai Chu didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, he endured it, and finally retracted his hand, silently counting how many whips there were in his heart.

The square was full of people, and there was an uproar.

Even if he was deposed, he was still the former Fox Emperor. The people of Qingqiu, no matter at any time, have a kind of devout belief in the king.

Bai Chu was punished, and there were not many people in the square who really came to see the excitement, on the contrary, they were more worried.

Thirty-three lashes were sent from heaven, and the one who was punished was still a woman. Even if Bai Chu is not the Fox Emperor or the Emperor, in this case, even unsuspecting passers-by will have some pity for him.

What's more, she is still a goddess with good looks and noble status?

So, when the sky sent a whip, most of the people had a somewhat solemn look on their faces, staring closely at the high platform, for fear that the emperor would accidentally fall from the high platform.

When there seemed to be a purple shadow flashing on the high platform, and a man hugged the emperor from behind, everyone was furious.

Where did you come from?

Emperor Ji is also something you can get your hands on?!

When the long whip turned into lightning slapped the man's body, the skin and flesh opened, and everyone's temper was slightly reduced.

Who told you to hold the emperor, you deserve to be smoked! Alas, you still hold the emperor after being pumped?! Who is not afraid of death to eat the emperor's tofu openly?!

The high platform was too high, and everyone fixed their eyes, and only then did they see the person who suddenly appeared on the high platform.

Someone dragged his chin under his hand in the square and slowly analyzed: "It looks quite handsome, and it can barely be accepted as the face of the emperor." ”

"Hey, the fabric of that dress is good! It's a pity that it's broken. ”

"Dead open! Clothes are the point!"

"The clothes are not the point, the pattern on the man's forehead is!"

"Pattern, your sister - wait, what pattern? on the forehead?" Everyone was attracted by this voice, and they all narrowed their eyes and looked at it intently.

The magnificent light purple lines, derived from the ancient god patterns, are full of solemn breath at a glance.

In this way, the extra kid on the high platform is the Demon Venerable.

Since it's a demon venerable, let's eat this tofu after eating it, anyway, the emperor will have to eat it back sooner or later. The anger on everyone's faces gradually dissipated, and the corners of their mouths raised into laughter.

The emperor has fine skin and tender meat, what a pity it is to be injured? The man has rough skin and thick meat, and it is nothing to take a few more whips, but the whip of the Demon Venerable is well blocked. Alas, if it weren't for the fact that this kid of the Demon Venerable had seduced the emperor, the emperor would have made a mistake because of his lust?

Originally, everyone in the square was worried about Bai Chu, but at this time, all turned to watch the excitement. Anyway, this whip is not whipped on one's own people, and there is excitement and no white look.

The two people on the high platform naturally didn't have time to pay attention to Xiao Jiujiu under the high platform.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty whips passed, and every time the whip fell, a splash of blood was everywhere.

Flying blood splashed, Bai Chu's face was stained a lot, she saw that Van Gogh's face was getting whiter and whiter, and the cold sweat on her forehead merged into sweat droplets, crossed the arch of her eyebrows, wet her eyebrows, and slid down the contours of her face.

Bai Chu didn't dare to push him away anymore, for fear that he would pull the wound on his back if he moved. She carefully reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, her voice couldn't be softer, and she discussed in a tone: "Van Gogh, that's enough, you go out, is it okay to go out......

Van Gogh struggled to raise a hand and grasp her outstretched hand. The thin lips that had not been bloody for a long time were slightly pulled, "Why did you let me out?

"Because-" The words just came out of the mouth were halfway down, and a trace of inexplicable look quickly flashed across Bai Chu's eyes, and then glared at him fiercely, "Van Gogh, don't make trouble!"

"Remember the first time we were whipped together?" he grabbed her hand and pressed it to his cheek, "At that time, you were so desperate that you hid in front of me, and you dragged me by my clothes to block the whip for you, and you couldn't shake it off." ”

Of course, Bai Chu remembered that time, when they had not known each other for the first time, and they had worked together to do bastard things. At that time, she was too playful, and she and Van Gogh drugged Bai Xin and Chong on Bai Xi and Chong respectively, but the medicine did not succeed, but was caught and whipped.

In line with the idea of breaking together in trouble and punishing him, Bai Chu did not lead the whip that hit him to Van Gogh at that time.

At this moment, Bai Chu didn't look at him angrily, "Is it really masochistic and addicted, isn't it?

It was clearly seriously injured, but the dark jade-like eyes were full of brilliance, and there seemed to be a smile in them.

"Bai Chu, you haven't answered me yet, why did you let me out?" Another whip came down, he grabbed her tightly, there was not much strength in his voice, but he still smiled, and the heat hit her ear, "What, it's distressing?"

There was another crisp thud, and the blood that splattered from behind him splattered high and fell on the two of them. You don't have to look at it to know that there must be a blur of flesh and blood behind him.

Bai Chu looked at the smile on his face, and his heart was sullen. This feeling is very painful, sour in the pain, and a little sweet in the sour......

Bai Chu pursed his lips and pinched his face fiercely, "Van Gogh, you scoundrel!"

"The scoundrel's face is pinched, and it doesn't look good. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were smiling beautifully.

His face, where she had pinched it, was slightly red, and soon, it turned white again.

Bai Chu softened his strength and carefully stroked his side cheek, "Does it hurt?"

It's hard for him to be honest, "It hurts." ”

Bai Chu lowered his eyes and buried himself in his arms, "Van Gogh, why are you here?"

He hugged her, "You can't be left alone to bear the mistakes you have made together." ”

"You don't have to come. This is Qingqiu, not your demon realm. The long eyelashes that drooped slightly trembled slightly, and in the crisp whip sound in those ears, they finally couldn't hide the hazy water under their eyes.

"Bai Chu, if you have a scar, how can you marry me in six days?"

His voice was soft and warm, gently brushing her five senses like fluff, Bai Chu smiled slightly, stretched out his finger to touch his lips, where blood had just overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"You're so injured that you'll be embarrassed to marry me in six days?"

"I'm thick-skinned, and my injuries heal quickly. ”

The water light gushing out of the golden eyes finally burst out of the eyes, and the mist was clearly hazy. But the face of the person in front of her became clearer and clearer, so clear that it seemed to be deeply engraved into her bones, into her heart, and into her lungs.

"Crying?" his voice was hoarse, low and deep.

She buried herself in his arms angrily, her eyes rubbing against his clothes, "No." ”

"If you say no, then no. You didn't wipe your tears and snot on me. ”

"No snot!"

Laughter spilled down his throat, "That's tears." ”

"Van Gogh, you bastard!"

"Well, I'm a bastard. ”

The last whip was short, and it was a flash.

The clouds gradually dispersed over the sky, and the bright light sprinkled warmly.

Bai Chu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him fixedly, "How is it?"

Van Gogh raised his eyebrows and said in a relaxed tone, "Bai Chu, don't underestimate me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a light suddenly appeared in the clouds that had not yet dispersed, and it struck at Van Gogh.

"Smack-"

Van Gogh, who was just about to get up, was knocked to the ground by this blow.

Bai Chu was startled and reached out to help him.

Van Gogh leaned on her with all his weight, and coughed a few times, "Trick me, the punishment of heaven is also half-way......"

Before he finished speaking, his eyelids sank and he fainted directly.

Bai Chu looked at all the scattered clouds, supported Van Gogh, and frowned at the highest point of the main peak. There, Bai Xi met her gaze, ignored it, and turned around and walked in other directions.