Wuhen Huachi glanced at each other in unison, lowered his head and was about to say something, but he already received a dissatisfied look from Long Lilie.
He slowly picked up the tea, blew on the already cool tea, put it to the corner of his mouth, tilted his head slightly and sipped gently, glancing at the people in the hall from the corner of his eye.
"If it hurts, just scream out."
Eleven tried her best to keep her mind clear. The knuckles of her hands turned white, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. Sweat dripped down her cheeks. She knew that it was Long Lilie's voice, but she didn't allow herself to cry out in pain, knowing that he was watching.
She won't beg for mercy, cry, or die.
"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight,"
"ah--"
There was a sudden scream, and all eyes were focused on the main hall. Although this woman who suddenly broke in, although she had a beautiful face, she seemed to be a little stupid. She was wearing plain clothes inside out, her hair was a little twisted, and even
Even the shoes on my feet are not the same pair.
"Princess Long Ling?"
Long Ling's appearance was just an accident. The stick in the hands of the execution guard still fell on Eleven.
"Twenty-nine"
Eleven groaned, and his somewhat nihilistic consciousness suddenly became clearer.
"Don't hit!" When the guard raised the stick again, Long Ling suddenly came forward. Eleven barely opened her eyes. Looking at the silly princess in front of her who was also looking at her, she had no energy to say anything. She could only
Ruoyouruowu pulled a smile on her lips. In fact, she really wanted to tell her that there was only a little left and she wanted to leave here as soon as possible.
"Blood..." Long Ling seemed to be frightened suddenly. He looked at Long Lilie and kept shaking his head, "The emperor's brother beats people, Long Ling, does Long Ling have to be beaten too? No, don't hit Long Ling. The emperor's brother doesn't."
Beat the dragon feather!"
She ran out crying, just as suddenly as she came in
After a while of laughing and silly discussion, Long Ling's eyes returned to Eleven again.
The two guards raised their sticks high——
"That's enough." But at this moment, Long Lilie said coldly
"Huh?" Everyone looked at each other, and they were only thirty after a while.
"I've said enough, didn't you hear me?" His face darkened.
"The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die," the guard threw down the board and knelt on the ground.
Long Lilie walked up to Eleven, his lips curved in an evil arc, and his smile seemed cruel. "Can the queen still get up?" he asked kindly, but he didn't even reach out to help her.