Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

Two hundred whips, even if the master of the green world carries it down, it will be half dead.

Who is Mu Qingge? It's just a waste. Not to mention the Green Realm, even the Red Realm is not even the most insecure. You dare to speak up and have to withstand two hundred whips?

He is crazy!

Or do you want to advance as a retreat, and win the veteran general's intolerance?

For a time, all sentient beings speculated about the intention of Mu Ge.

In those eyes that looked at the high platform, there was contempt, sneer, doubt, and indifference.

Even Mu Xiong looked unpredictable, as if he was considering whether to stop Mu Qingge's madness.

Qin Jinhao's eyes were even more gloomy, and he couldn't see what he was thinking at the moment. Mu Qingge that he knew shouldn't be like this.

"Fight!" Mu Ge looked at the tormentor unhappyly.

The latter was swept away by her fierce eyes, and there was no sense of resistance in her heart. The whip held in her hand was raised high and swung down toward Mu Ge's straight back.

Snapped--!

"Ok."

The whip concealed Mu Ge's grunting gritted teeth.

After the whip fell, Mu Ge's newly changed clothes suddenly tore, and blood leached out.

There was silence all around.

All eyes turned into shock.

Mu Xiong's tangled brows suddenly loosened, and his clenched fists also loosened. It's just the faint concern in his eyes, paying close attention to Mu Ge's situation.

I'm afraid he can't stand it.

Qin Jinhao's eyes were also surprised, frowning, Mu Qingge's stubborn look made him bored. This reminded him of her entanglement with him, even if it was the result of his deliberate guidance.

On the high platform, after the torturer swung the whip, he was taken aback, as if he couldn't figure out why he swung the whip.

"What froze, continue fighting!" Mu Ge frowned after a sudden pause.

To hold on to this criminal law, it must be done in one go. If it breaks in the middle, I'm afraid it won't be able to catch it. This fight is willpower.

The torturer looked at Mu Xiong in the main seat, and after the latter nodded almost imperceptibly, he gritted his teeth and swung his whip again.

Snapped--!

Happiness——!

Snapped--!

Whip after whip, each whip sounded into the flesh, without any falsehood.

Soon, Mu Ge was already **** and bloody, and the dazzling red fell down her clothes, dripping with the fallen meat on her feet. However, from beginning to end, Mu Ge never hummed, nor asked for mercy.

That still upright posture rushed into the sky like a sword to be sharpened.

Throughout the barracks, the only sound echoed.

Mu Xiong's hands clenched again, his eyes staring at the thin figure on the stage without blinking, his nails sinking into flesh and blood.

‘Ninety...Nine-eight...One hundred...One hundred...One hundred three...’

I don't know when it started, in the hearts of all the soldiers under the high platform, silently counting the number of whips that Mu Ge had suffered. The young man they looked down upon, the dude who killed their five hundred brothers, and the waste that could not be cultivated, are now like legs cast into a high platform, bearing everything that ordinary people cannot bear.

She said that the additional one hundred whips were to comfort the five hundred heroes.

She is using her flesh and blood to see off the soldiers.

Using silent behavior, confessing his mistakes to the soldiers.

Qin Jinhao's eyes were difficult to understand, but it was hard to hide the shock. Staring at the people on the stage, he felt like he had made a mistake. ‘Is the blood of the Mu family always the blood of the Mu family? Even if it is a waste, it can gather the military spirit! The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the noise of the joints did not attract anyone's attention.