"Oh? You don't care anymore?" Shen Lang finally paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Licheng at his feet with interest.
Zhang Licheng raised his head and looked up at Shen Lang, his face redder than a monkey's butt. It was obvious that he was punished by Shen Lang with a whip, and he was asked to bow his head and submit, not to investigate or care about it. This kind of frustration and humiliation
The feeling was really unbearable for him.
But the situation is always stronger than the person. Now he needs help from Shen Lang, and he can't defeat Shen Lang as a puppet, so he has no choice but to bow his head.
"Yes! Don't worry about it. From today on, I, Zhang Licheng, will never cause trouble to you again." Zhang Licheng said.
"Oh, that's really embarrassing, but I still want to argue with you." Shen Lang smiled broadly, but the whip in his hand fell fiercely again.
"Ah...what do you want! How can you let me go!" Zhang Licheng was really angry and annoyed this time. But Shen Lang smiled even happier, so bright and cold,
He also smiled without any mercy towards his enemies, just like a devil.
"It's not that great. I don't care what kind of cooperation you want to discuss with me, but I know that you gave Zhou Shushu thirty lashes before. Of course, this debt must be recovered first, and the thirty lashes will be dealt with first." Shen
Lang said naturally.
"Thirty lashes? Thirty lashes are enough!" Zhang Licheng gritted his teeth and said.
"Really? But why do I feel like it's not enough?" Shen Langxiao asked, "Then tell me, how many whippings did I get just now?"
"I..." Zhang Licheng was speechless. Being whipped by Shen Lang's whip was an extremely humiliating thing. How could he seriously count how many whippings he received?
"Don't you know how to count by yourself?" The smile on Shen Lang's face became more mocking: "Let's start from the beginning. This time you count carefully... By the way, you have to count out loud so that I can hear it clearly.
Get a number so I can tell how many lashes I've received."
"You..." Zhang Licheng looked up at Shen Lang, and his heart was extremely angry. After being beaten, he still had to count? And Shen Lang had to hear it?
humiliation!
This method of humiliating people is not clever, it can even be said to be very common.
For example, he knew that in some wealthy families, when the master used a riding crop to teach a lowly slave, the lowly slave would help the master count while being beaten, and after the beating, he would kneel down to thank the master for the whip...
This is a method used to deal with subordinates, a method used to deal with lowly people! But he is not a subordinate, but a monk! Even the most superior among the monks, he is the elder of Chixiao Peak! How can his noble status be compared with those
A lowly, low-class person? How could he stand being treated like this?
"No! This is absolutely impossible!" Zhang Licheng said.
"Then you can try not to count." Shen Lang whipped him.
"Cooperation! I'm here to discuss cooperation!" Zhang Licheng shouted.
Shen Lang remained silent and didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.
"Treasure! Don't you want to know what treasure is hidden in the cave?" Zhang Licheng thought he had revealed his trump card.
Shen Lang remained silent, still too lazy to pay attention to him... Well, in other words, Shen Lang at this time was only willing to use a whip to pay attention to him!
"Fairy fruit! There is a spiritual root of heaven and earth in the cave that is pregnant with fairy fruit!" Zhang Licheng held on to the last glimmer of hope and told the truth.
Shen Lang's expression was stern, and his whips fell like rain. While Zhang Licheng was talking nonsense, he was whipped a dozen more times.
Zhang Licheng was silent and understood. Shen Lang was such a stickler. If he was told to count the whips, he must count them seriously. He had no room for bargaining on this matter.
If he doesn't follow Shen Lang's request, Shen Lang will never stop even if he makes outrageous claims.
"One!" After a long time, Zhang Licheng, unwilling to accept the humiliation, still shouted out the first number.
Shen Lang didn't say anything, he just looked down at Zhang Licheng, the smile on his lips was a bit cold and a bit disdainful, and then he whipped him again, and he hit harder and harder, and the more he hit, the more hateful he became.
"Ah!...Two! Three!" Zhang Licheng screamed out the numbers. Every time he read out a number, his whole body trembled with humiliation. It was as if he had really become the lowest slave in the world at this moment, and
Shen Lang is the master who controls his life and death.
"Forty...nineteen, twenty...twenty-nine...thirty!" With the first and second sounds, the following things naturally became much simpler, especially when he read
At the age of thirty, I even forgot about my previous humiliation, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in my heart.
It was like the last ray of cold wind in the cold winter was about to disappear, and the spring breeze from the east was about to blow in his face! All the pain would go away, and the moment he had been waiting for for a long time was finally coming!
However, just when he thought that all the hardships would be over, the joy would come, but the joy did not come.
"Ah..." Another whip fell, this was the thirty-first whip, and Shen Lang missed the appointment.
Zhang Licheng raised his head angrily and resentfully, but only saw Shen Lang's indifferent face. Then he understood Shen Lang's true thoughts and a true truth.
At this time, Shen Lang seemed to be in control of everything. The whip was in his hand. Of course, he could whip him as much as he wanted. There was no need to abide by any agreement or reason. And if
With fish and meat on the chopping board, he could only pray, please, and imagine, but there was no way he could do anything about it.
This is like when the master's young master wants to teach his slave a lesson, of course he can give him as many whips as he wants. If he is given less, the slave is lucky; if he is given more, the slave can only endure the humiliation and continue to count.
Those numbers.
This is just like the big figures in the spiritual world who never bother to preach any truth, but only like to use their fists to teach others to abide by their own principles.
Principles, or rules? The rules of the game in this world are originally formulated by the strong for the weak to abide by. How can those powerful beings use their own rules to restrain themselves?
The so-called law of the jungle has always been the law of the jungle. The rules of the human world may be more complicated, but it has always been the case.
Zhang Licheng, who was angry and unwilling to accept the pain and resentment, only hesitated for a third of a second before he wisely chose to obey the rules of the game set by Shen Lang and shouted continuously: "Thirty-one! Thirty-two! Thirty-three.
..forty-four…”
The original high-pitched and angry voice gradually became weak. If only thirty lashes were given, the pain would have a clear end. Zhang Licheng at least still had hope in his heart. But at this time, he couldn't even imagine when Shen Lang would stop.
Don't even know.
The physical pain may be bearable, but the mental humiliation and the fear of not knowing when the pain will end shattered Zhang Licheng's will and what was left of his backbone.
"Forty-eight...please!" Zhang Licheng begged for mercy repeatedly: "Mr. Shen, please...please stop, please let me go, I will never mess with you again in the future."