Chapter 263

But things are not as good as people want.

His eyes were confused for a moment, and then he firmly grasped the twigs. It was said that it was the most tough cowhide whip, and then wrapped the spiny jujube branches with innumerable barbed thorns. As soon as he grasped it, he Lianzheng's palm was broken and his blood dropped to the ground.

As if he didn't feel it, he pulled up the blue bear patriarch hutega and went out. Hutega followed him inexplicably, and the people around him stupidly got out of the way.

Figure a flash, Phoenix know micro block in front of him, light way: "go back, don't have to suffer for the false name of flesh and blood, big concubine is not big imperial concubine, not so important."

He Lianzheng pushed her away and said with a smile, "I haven't done anything for you. You must give me a chance."

Feng knew that he Lianzheng had already stridden out, blood in his palms all the way to the outside. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he boarded the high platform seat originally arranged for him, kicked over the table, and handed the strips to hutega. He took off his coat and showed his bright and strong skin. He turned his back and knelt down to the people Next, the big voice:

"come on

A big drink knocked everyone over.

He Lianzheng should be on this high platform, in front of all the people, with the respect of the king of the grassland, and be whipped by himself!

He Lianzheng was kneeling, but his body was straight. He looked up at the second living Buddha's room in the courtyard, and said in a loud voice: "those who disobey the living Buddha will be punished by Jingtiao. I won't have to be judged by you, but I will suffer it myself!"

He sentenced himself to punishment, and that was to tell everyone - I will absolutely disobey.

The patriarchs sat in a daze. No one thought that he Lianzheng was so determined to abide by the instructions and arrangements of the living Buddha. In the huzhuo tribe, it was just a belief, not an iron rule. It was just that people who had been indoctrinated by the divine power for thousands of years could not remember to violate it. In the huzhuo doctrine, it seems that there is no clear statement about what to do after being punished by Jingtiao In fact, no one has ever committed this one.

The Dharma living Buddha rolled his eyes and looked a little out of breath.

Feng Zhi looks at him coldly and looks at him in advance as a skeleton.

"You stop him." She turned to peony, "there is no need to suffer for the nonsense of an old man who is dying."

Peony's face is a little strange, staring at Feng Zhiwei, sighing for a long time, and saying: "life Let him go. You don't know Damar's prestige No, it can't be solved. "

"Pa!"

The sound of the whip falling on the skin made everyone tremble. For a moment, it was as quiet as death.

The body of the whip with barbed spines almost just touched the back, which made the skin split and the blood almost gushed out. The dragged whip body opened the skin deep ravines, and the skin on all sides immediately swelled up. The blood flow quickly rolled down the crack, making the clothes wet in a flash. A large area of startling crimson appeared on the golden robe.

When the first whip went down, he Lianzheng, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled. His fingers were deeply pinched in the turf, but he laughed at Fengzhi who was driven out: "Hey! I thought it was painful, but

"Pa!"

The second whiplash fell down, and immediately beat the pretended relaxed Helian Zheng's voice to fly. Feng Zhiwei looked at his twisted face in pain for a moment and said softly, "don't talk."

"Pa!"

He Lianzheng fell down, but immediately supported himself with his elbow and tried to look up again and smile at Fengzhi.

There were many broken flesh and blood on the twig. When it was waved, it splashed all around. A drop of blood fell on Fengzhi's face. She did not wipe it, but suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the whip.

"Enough!"

Blood stained thorns immediately pierced into her palm, blood gurgling out, and he Lianzheng's flesh and blood mixed together.

"Zhiwei!" He Lianzheng didn't even hum a sound when he saw her bleeding, but he was so frightened that he raised himself. He moved the wound forward. Feng Zhiwei threw away the thorns and held it. He said to the whip's hute, "three lashes are enough. That's your king!"

Hutega picked up the thorns and retreated silently. Feng Zhi was gazing at the blood on the ground. He Lianzheng breathed his breath. He was trying to make a joke. However, she heard her say in a low voice: "who stipulates that divine power should be superior to royal power? From me on, no - promise - promise. "

Her voice was cool and determined to hear he Lianzheng tremble all over, but Feng Zhiwei had stopped talking. She helped him into the inner courtyard, took out an almanac and threw it on the carpet. She shivered at the local Dharma living Buddha and said, "the Jingtiao is coming. After that, please choose the auspicious day for the king to take the throne. I think the last three days have been good. Let's choose from it 。”

Without looking at the faces of all the people, he helped helianzheng to the back hall, and ordered people to take the medicine box, draw water and cloth, and personally give him medicine.

The whip was not ordinary. It was heavy and fierce. He Lianzheng's back was swollen and broken. He Lianzheng was lying down and said nothing. Feng Zhiwei applied the medicine as lightly as possible. He felt his body trembled.

"Cry for pain." Feng Zhiwei carefully deal with the whiplash, a little bit to pick embedded skin barbs, but it is a pity that the beautiful skin is afraid to leave scars, "if you bear with me, I won't admire your heroism.""I am I'm afraid you'll love me He Lianzheng raised his head, a layer of fine and crystal sweat on his forehead, his eyes had turned into dark purple color because of pain, and his mouth had a little tiny scar, but he was still smiling.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, took care of the last wound, gently patted him on the shoulder, and in the howling of he Lianzheng, he said lightly: "heartache? A little bit. "

"Forget it Forget it He Lian Zheng wry smile, "I still don't expect your heartache better."

"Heartache has no effect." Feng Zhiwei sat there, cheek covered in the shadow of the house, "it's better to do something practical than waste time to love."

He Lianzheng lies on the carpet and looks up at her, "what do you want to do?"

Feng Zhiwei was silent.

"Zhiwei..." He Lianzheng suddenly stretched out his hand and took her hand. "You have changed. For the first time, I saw you by the carriage. Although you are cruel, you still have room. Now you seem to freeze yourself. Don't say to others, you are to yourself. It's not good."

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