Chapter 263:

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But things in the world are not as good as people want.
His eyes were confused for a moment, and then he grabbed the wattle tightly. It was said to be the thorn stick. In fact, it was the toughest cowhide whip. It was wrapped with spiny jujube branches with countless barbs. It was just a scratch, Helian Zheng. The palm of his hand has broken, and blood drops to the ground.
Unconsciously, he picked up the blue bear patriarch Hu Tejia and walked out. Hu Tejia followed inexplicably, and the people around him gave up innocently.
The figure flashed, Feng Zhi slightly blocked in front of him, said lightly: "Go back, you don't have to suffer for the fake name, the concubine is not the concubine, it's not that important."
Helian Zheng pushed her away and smiled, "I haven't done anything for you, you have to give me a chance."
Feng Zhiwei was stunned. He Lianzheng had already strode out. The palm blood was all the way away. He walked outside to enter the yard. Under the eyes of more than a hundred grassland nobles, he boarded the high seat that was originally arranged for him. , Kicked the case over, kicked the wattle to Hu Tejia, took off his jacket, revealing a pale honey-colored crystal strong skin, turned over and knelt to the crowd, shouting:
"bring it on!"
Shocked everyone over.
He Lianzheng was going to be lashed on the high platform, in front of everyone, with the respect of the prairie king!
He Lianzheng was kneeling, but his body was quite straight. He looked up at the room where the second living Buddha entered the courtyard and shouted, "Whoever rebels against the living Buddha will be punished by the thorn, and I won't need you to sentence me."
He sentenced himself to sentence, and that was to tell everyone clearly-I absolutely want to rebel.
The patriarchs were sitting in a daze, and no one expected that Helian Zheng had reached this point resolutely. In the final analysis, to observe the instructions and arrangements of the living Buddha, it was only a belief in the Huzhuo Department, not an iron rule. People have long been unable to remember to go against it, and in the Huzhuo teachings, there seems to be no clear statement on what to do after being punished by the Jing Tiao. In fact, no one has committed this one.
The Dama Living Buddha rolled his eyes, a little out of breath.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him coldly, using eyes to see him as a skeleton in advance.
"You go to stop him." She turned to Peony Flower Road, "There is no need to suffer for the nonsense of a dead old man."
Peony Flower looks strange, staring at Feng Zhiwei, sighing for a while, and said: "Fate... Let him go, you don't know Dama's prestige...it can't be solved otherwise."
"Snapped!"
The sound of the whip falling on the flesh made everyone tremble, and all sides were as quiet as death.
The barbed whip body almost just touched the back, which made the skin flesh open, and the blood was almost sprayed out. The whip body dragged down pulled the skin away from the deep grooves, but the skin on all sides immediately swelled up, those The blood flow quickly rolled down the rift, turning the lower skirt soaked, and a large scary crimson appeared on the golden robe.
The first whip went down, and Helian Zheng knelt on the ground trembling. His fingers were deeply stuck in the turf, but he smiled at the rushed Feng Zhiwei Lang: "Hey! I think it hurts , But like..."
"Snapped!"
The second whip fell and immediately flew the pretended and relaxed Helian Zheng's voice. Feng Zhiwei looked at his distressed face in an instant and gently said, "Don't talk."
"Snapped!"
He Lianzheng went to the next plant, but immediately supported himself with his elbows, and tried again to smile and smile at Fengzhi.
A lot of broken flesh had been stained on the wattle, and when it was waved, it was splashed on all sides. A drop of blood fell on Feng Zhiwei's face. She didn't wipe it, but suddenly stepped forward and raised her hand to grab the whip.
"enough!"
The blood-stained wattle immediately pierced her palm, and the blood gurgled out, mixing with the flesh and blood of Helianzheng.
"Zhiwei!" He Lianzheng didn't hum with flesh and blood, seeing her bleeding but frightened up, pulling the wound forward, Feng Zhiwei threw away the wattle and held it to the palm whip Hu Tejia said: "Three whips are enough, that is your king!"
Hu Tejia picked up the wattle and retreated silently. Feng Zhiwei stared at the blood on the ground slightly, and Helian Zheng sucked in his breath, trying to make a few jokes, but heard her whisper: "Who rules the divine power? Must be above the kingship? From me, no—allow—allow.

Sen Liang and her voice in her tone made Helian Zheng tremble, and Feng Zhiwei stopped talking. He helped him into the yard, pulled out an almanac, and threw it on the carpet, sitting trembling. The local Dharma Buddha said: "Jing Tiao is over, and the words are over. I will trouble you to choose the Jiri day when the king is in power. I think it has been good in the past three days. Choose it."
He didn't look at everyone's face after speaking, he helped Helian Zheng to the apse, ordered people to take the medicine box, fetch water and cloth, and personally give Helianzheng medicine.
That whip is not the usual whip, heavy and fierce. Helianzheng’s back is now swollen and swollen, which is terrible. Helianzheng lay on his head and said nothing, Feng Zhiwei tried his best to apply the medicine lightly and lightly. He shuddered violently.
"The pain is called." Feng Zhiwei carefully handled the whip marks, and picked out the barbs embedded in the skin a little bit, but unfortunately, beautiful skin is afraid to inevitably leave scars, "If you bear with me, I will not admire your hero spirit."
"I am... I'm afraid you feel bad for me." He Lianzheng raised his head, a layer of fine crystal sweat on his forehead, his eyes had turned into a deep purple color due to pain, and a slight nick in the corner of his mouth, but it was still there. laugh.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him, treated the last wound, gently patted him on the shoulder, and lightly said in a howling of Helian Zheng: "Distressed? A little."
"Forget...forget." Helian Zheng smiled wryly. "I still don't expect your distress to be better."
"Distressed doesn't work." Feng Zhiwei sat there with his cheeks hidden in the shadows inside the house. "It's better to be more practical than to waste time distressing."
Helian Zheng lying on the floor felt barely looked up at her, "What are you going to do?"
Feng Zhiwei said nothing in silence.
"Zhiwei..." Helian Zheng suddenly reached out and took her hand, "You changed, the first time I saw you by the carriage, although you are ruthless, there is still room for you, now you seem to freeze yourself Don’t say anything to others, but to yourself, and you don’t have room for it, which is bad.