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Chapter 2084

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"I don't have any stick, so I'll use the whip instead." Ye Qingtang spoke unhurriedly. Her calm voice entered the ears of Meng Yao and the rest, but it was cold and sinister.

Before Meng Yao could speak, Ye Qingtang suddenly raised her hand and swung it. The long whip cut through the air and landed on Meng Yao's arm.

With a swoosh, the clothes on Meng Yao's arm were torn and a bloody wound appeared on her fair skin.

Bright red blood stained her clothes and Meng Yao broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

"Ah!"

"The first whip." Ye Qingtang looked at Meng Yao, who was in so much pain that her face was pale. She raised her hand and lashed out the second whip.

Meng Yao had never suffered such humiliation before. She instinctively wanted to dodge but Ye Qingtang's voice rang out.

"Double for those who dodge.

Four simple words, but it cut off Meng Yao's thoughts of dodging.

There was indeed such a thing in the academy's rules …

This time, Meng Yao did not dare to dodge at all.

In the Netherworld Academy, those who disobeyed the academy's rules would be expelled.

As the whip flashed, dazzling streaks of blood appeared on Meng Yao's body.

The sound of the whip striking flesh rang out continuously. That sound made the hearts of the other young girls who were standing at the side palpitate. They were afraid that the whip would accidentally land on their delicate skin.

After fifteen lashes, Meng Yao fell to the ground, looking extremely pathetic.

"You can leave now." Ye Qingtang kept the whip in a fair and just manner.

Ye Qingtang did not stand on ceremony with these fifteen lashes. If not for the fact that Meng Yao was strong enough, she would have already lost half her life.

When the other young girls saw this, they hurriedly pulled Meng Yao, who was covered in blood, up and ran away like they were flying.

Only Ye Qingtang and Mu Ziying were left under the tree.

Ye Qingtang picked up the rag doll that had fallen to the ground. When the doll was in her hands, Ye Qingtang realised that the doll was not made of cloth at all. Instead, it was carved out of a type of wood. It was just that the puppet was covered with a piece of cloth, so at first glance, it looked like it was made of cloth.

The doll was exquisitely made. Although it was only as tall as the girl's forearm, the joints could be moved. Even the five fingers were connected by a mechanism. It looked lifelike up close.

Ye Qingtang placed the puppet in Mu Ziying's hands.

Mu Ziying lifted her head in confusion and looked at Ye Qingtang.

Ye Qingtang wasn't considered tall for a man and could even be considered petite. But in front of the young Mu Ziying, she was much taller.

Ye Qingtang stood against the sunlight, her shadow enveloping the pathetic Mu Ziying.

Mu Ziying looked at the puppet in her arms and then at Ye Qingtang. She suddenly lowered her head and said, "Tutor Ye, this has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't meddle in other people's business."

"…"

This little girl's words were so infuriating.

Mu Ziying frowned and said, "Teacher Ye, you are not strong enough to become a teacher at the Netherworld Academy. Although you are here now, you have just arrived. If you meddle in other people's business, you will only bring trouble to yourself …"

Ye Qingtang was feeling a little helpless that this little girl did not know how to appreciate kindness. But when she heard Mu Ziying's words, a trace of a smile surfaced in her heart.

"You didn't say anything just now because you were afraid that things would get out of hand and I would be chased out of the Netherworld Academy?"

Mu Zi Ying remained silent for a long time, before nodding her head imperceptibly.

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