Chapter 63

Soon, the executor came, also dressed in black, about thirty years old.

Desert night tightly holds hands, he is not without punishment, a hundred sticks for him is not heavy or light.

He's not sure he'll get through it now.

Lift eyes to look at the square, a face of cold people, a bitter smile.

Well, after all, he couldn't compare with this cruel woman, nor could he get her.

The two men in black knelt down in front of Liu Rushuang on one leg, and the heavy voice sounded: "see the Lord, my subordinate!"

"Do it Liu Rushuang looked at two people lightly and said coldly.

"Yes." The man in black stood up and beat the heavy stick on the desert night.

"Ouch..." Just hit two or three times, desert night then vomited out a big mouthful of blood.

This is the price of provocation failure!

But he didn't regret it!

Several hall leaders have a good relationship on weekdays. They can't bear to look at them now. They turn their heads and look to other places.

Qinger trembled, some sympathy desert night.

Liu Rushuang has no expression. If she fails, how can she do without paying a price?

Like that tyrant to her humiliation, although she hated the tyrant's humiliation, but even more hated her own incompetence!

She will keep in mind the humiliation that tyrant has given her, and one day she will retaliate.

Think of here, the eye light steep fierce.

The perpetrator did not stop because of the spitting blood in desert night, but knelt down and continued to fight mercilessly.

Gradually, vomiting blood in desert night became more and more frequent. At the time of about 50 sticks, blood was vomited once almost every time one was punished.

In the eyes of the red, the sweat on the black face is also dripping.

If it goes on like this, if you can't fight to death, you will have to spit blood and die.

Lin Ye shook hands and went to Liu Rushuang and said in a gentle way: "Lord, forgive the desert night. It will kill people if you go on like this."

Liu Rushuang ignored Lin Ye's words, looked at the desert night desperately coughing up blood, weak look, light voice way: "give him a Buxue pill."

Hearing this sentence, the perpetrator temporarily stopped the criminal law and took out a blood tonic pill and handed it to the eyes of desert night.

The desert night frowned and looked up at the high woman. She was grateful in her eyes. She still cared about her.

He took the pill out of his hand and swallowed it.

"Go on." Liu Rushuang said mercilessly.

The remaining forty sticks still have to continue. Desert night closed his eyes and forced himself to make it through. He would get that woman one day.

"Pa, PA, PA..." The perpetrators continued to fight without any expression. If they let water, they would suffer more than that.

Looking at the desert night gradually unable to hold on, the night glared at Liu Rushuang, too vicious, thanks to him to take care of her everywhere.

Meiye tightly pursed her lips, the Lord is really vicious, and dare not offend her in the future.

In the eyes of the cold night, there is a worry.

When he was over eighty, Ling Ye fainted and fell on the ground, surrounded by blood.

Liu Rushuang looked at the man who fell on the ground and said in a cold voice, "continue."

The perpetrator hesitated for a moment, then continued to fight hard, his body was splashed with blood.

Desert night Mou son moved, but how also can't wake up, just feel the back good pain good pain, pain breathless.

Finally, the one hundred staff is over, desert night finger moved, fainted in the past, he loves that woman, he won't admit defeat.

Liu Rushuang looked at the desert night and said, "carry it back and treat it with the best wound medicine."

"Yes." The executioner lifted up the desert night and took it away.

Liu Rushuang stood up and said coldly to the remaining three Hall leaders: "who is not satisfied? You can come out and challenge the Lord. If you lose, you will be punished! "