Tang Jingyue was helpless and said: "If it doesn't work, transfer him to Ling Yatou's office to do odd jobs."
"I don't believe it anymore. The dignified Young Master of Kunlun can't suppress a wild boy from the countryside?"
Pei Chuan's eyes lit up and he immediately agreed: "This is possible."
"In terms of talent and status, only senior sister can suppress him."
"He was convinced by the pressure."
Lingxi said depressedly: "Are you sure this is his punishment?"
"I can only come to the headquarters four days a month. How can I ask him to do any chores?"
Tang Jingyue said solemnly: "The punishment is small, but the important thing is to make him do his duty honestly."
"With you, he won't have the guts and won't have the chance to get into trouble."
"As for experience, let's start by sharpening our temper."
"When you are not at the headquarters, ask him to guard the gate of the villa."
"No matter what, I will never give him a chance to become a monster."
Pei Chuan praised: "Uncle Master did this skillfully, not hurting the muscles and bones of the headquarters, and indirectly restraining Tesco."
"He can learn more by following Senior Sister."
"When Uncle Xinglan asks in the future, he won't be able to find fault with us."
"Perfect, I have no objection."
Lingxi thought hard, hesitated for a long time, and finally reluctantly agreed: "Okay, for Uncle Xinglan's sake, let him come to my place to do odd jobs."
"Sweep and mop the floor, water the flowers, and organize the documents."
"Well, try not to throw garbage into the trash can. Give him something to do."
Tang Jingyue said happily: "Is it settled?"
"Then I'll inform Gong Tan that he will be beaten if he deserves it and punished if he deserves it."
...
Headquarters guard hall, a dark secret room.
Suning waited and waited, but did not wait until Lingxi summoned him.
My knees were sore and my stomach was hungry.
He has the mental strength to reach the 18th level of martial arts, but it is difficult to penetrate Lingxi's office.
Speaking of which, he still had himself to blame.
In order to protect Lingxi, he and Dao Huo'er teamed up to set up three formations outside the office on the 23rd floor.
A soundproof array, a defensive array, and a hidden killing array.
On weekdays, the soundproof array is turned on.
The activation eyes of the remaining two formations are controlled by Lingxi.
The power is great, although it is not as good as the real force of the 18th level, but if the formation is broken by force, it will definitely attract the attention of Lingxi.
This resulted in Suning not daring to act rashly and could only wait silently.
Then, at almost eleven o'clock, during lunch time, Gong Qin, the commander-in-chief of the inner sect, walked in.
He sat upright on the wooden chair above and said with a gloomy face: "I promulgate the order of Elder Jingyue. Yigou has no respect for his elders. He committed the above crime, but as a new disciple, I will be open to the public."
"Twenty lashes will serve as a warning to others."
Suning is in chaos and suffering.
Damn it, what about the "lawsuit" we agreed on?
He also specially recorded the audio to serve as evidence, so it won’t be used?
"Commander, I have something to say."
Suning said solemnly: "I have evidence that Liu Yang is blackmailing me. I want to see Elder Jingyue and Young Master."
Gong Qin ignored him and said, "You have no right to complain here."
"Do it."
Following his order, five Guard Hall disciples pushed Suning to the ground aggressively, and one of them raised a whip as thick as a bamboo pole high.
Under the dim light, Suning felt terrified.
Twenty lashes? Why use such a thick whip? This is going to kill him.
Without the support of martial arts cultivation, who can ordinary people bear such punishment?
Just when he was considering whether to use his mind to stun these people, one of the disciples put a thick piece of brown paper into Suning's clothes.
"Snapped."
He was not allowed to think too much, the first whip had already fallen.
No pain, no itching, and a bit comfortable.
Suning was full of suspicion: "What the hell are you doing?"