Chapter 3081
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"Smack!"
Before the two could recover, another whip hit them, burning them as if they were scalded by a pair of fire tongs.
Only after the pain passed did they feel bone-deep pain!
"Three!"
"Four!"
…
The disciples of the discipline office counted as they hit them.
The coarse rattan ropes were like blunt knives, leaving bloody grooves as if they were going to cut their flesh into strips.
Yun Ai and Chu He were soon covered in blood. There wasn't a single part of them that was unscathed.
On the side, Yu Qingrou had already cried. She was paralyzed on the ground and didn't even have the strength to stand.
The other disciples of the Flying Fish Sect also cried sadly, not daring to look straight at them.
Only the people of the Spirit Turtle Sect were extremely excited as if they were enjoying a visual feast.
Especially Wu Zichen, who had been repeatedly humiliated by Mo Weiyi, as well as Yun Ai, felt the thrill of revenge and shouted proudly, "Why are you pretending to be a hero? If you have the guts, just hold it in and don't shout out, haha!"
Yun Ai and Chu He endured it, gritting their teeth as if they were going to break.
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
The whipping disciple didn't show any mercy, using all his strength with each whip.
Yun Ai and Chu He weren't made of iron after all, so they fainted at the same time.
"Yun Ai!"
"Senior Brother Chu!"
Yu Qingrou and the disciples of the Flying Fish Sect didn't care and rushed to the two of them, only to see their pale faces and weak breaths, as if they would stop breathing at any time.
Yu Qingrou knelt on the ground, crying and begging, "Please stop, please!"
The two whipping disciples looked at each other and said coldly, "We can't make the decision. We're just carrying out the orders from above. You should go and beg your sect master."
Beg the sect master?
Yu Qingrou knew it was impossible. She sat on the ground powerlessly, unable to do anything except for the pain.
At this moment, Wu Zichen shouted in dissatisfaction, "Hey! Aren't you quite tough? Why are you pretending to be dead? Do you not need to beat me if you pretend to be dead? "
"All of you, get out!" A disciple from the Admonition Department chased the people from the Flying Fish Sect away. Another disciple from the Admonition Department picked up a bucket of cold water that had been prepared in advance and splashed it on Yun Hai and Chu He.
Hiss!
The two of them gasped at the same time and woke up.
As soon as the wounds that went deep into his flesh came into contact with water, his entire body felt as if it was being pricked by needles. The intense pain traveled along his nerves to his brain, stimulating him to the point of being incomparably clear-headed.
"Hahahaha!" Wu Zichen began to mock them again. "I thought you guys were mute and couldn't shout anymore. Turns out you guys are only so-so!"
Yun Ai spat a mouthful of blood on Wu Zichen's face. He grinned and said, "I'm enjoying myself, ha … cough cough, haha!"
Wu Zichen's head and face were covered in blood, and his clothes were also stained with blood. He looked extremely embarrassed. He couldn't help but get angry and shouted, "Beat him! Beat them up! "
The two disciples from the Discipline Department crossed their arms and looked at Wu Zichen as if they were looking at an idiot. The scene became quiet for a while.
Wu Zichen sensed that something was wrong. Seeing the look of the disciple from the Discipline Department, he retreated to the side in embarrassment.
Next to him, a disciple from the Spirit Turtle Sect handed him a tissue. He quickly took it and wiped his face to hide his embarrassment.
The whipping disciple raised the rattan again and slammed it down.
"Ten!"
"Eleven!"
…
Yun Ai and Chu He had no strength left. Now they couldn't shout even if they wanted to.
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