On the cold early winter night, most of the masters of powerful families have washed up and entered the warm bed.

The world is dark and silent.

However, the eldest princess's mansion, which is closest to the palace, is now in a solemn and depressing atmosphere.

On the spacious venue, a tall man in green clothes was kneeling, his ink hair was hanging down indiscriminately, and his face was hard to see clearly. He seemed to be immersed in blood.

In this already cold early winter, the pale face was covered with cold sweat.

The sharp sound of the whip cut through the air. When the October winter came, it made the muscles and bones feel cold. With a sharp sound, the whip was thrown hard on the man's back.

Whoosh-bang!

A splatter of blood.

The man couldn't hold on and finally fell to the ground in pain, with a hoarse moan overflowing from his throat.

I don’t know how many whips I got, but my blue clothes were shattered by the whip.

The woman holding a long black whip in her hand stood coldly, with a clear and beautiful face, but her expression was gloomy and cold. In her eyes that seemed to be able to absorb people's souls, there was endless darkness and coldness.

Around him were a dozen young men with good looks, as if they were watching a show.

Fear and gloating were surging in their eyes.

The woman slowly lowered her eyes, her voice, which was not emotional but was cold to the bone, overflowed from her lips: "Did you know you were wrong?"

This is nonsense.

Just like a routine, she would ask this question every time she whips down.

But the man who was already dying never surrendered, or in other words, he was disdainful of her, and he felt a sense of arrogance that would rather die than compromise.

So the men standing next to them had no change in their expressions.

Because they knew the man would not answer, the next whip would soon fall again until the man had only one breath left.

The man lay on the ground and gasped for a while.

The messy black hair spread on the ground, reflecting the blood all over his body, like the manzhushahua growing madly in hell.

The woman looked at him silently. As time passed, the madness and bloodthirst of destruction were suppressed in her eyes. She raised her hand and waved her whip-

"Chu Ning..." The sound of low mosquito sound suddenly sounded, and it almost unpredictably entered the woman's eardrum.

The air seemed to stagnate instantly.

The woman paused her hands and slowly lowered her eyes. The terrified ice eyes fell on the man in a silent and cold manner.

"Chu... Ning..." The man spoke again, his voice still very low, as hoarse as a gong, "Chu... Chu Ning..."

The men watching the show around them changed their expressions little by little.

They looked at each other quietly, exchanging unidentified gazes.

The woman slowly squatted down.

"Chu Ning." The man took a deep breath, raised his head stiffly, revealing a beautiful face with sweat but a magnificent spirit like a monster, "I... know my mistake..."

Due to the severe pain, his pale lips were bitten and bloody, and it looked terrible.

Chu Ning's eyes fell quietly on him, his cold voice was like a thousand-year-old glacier: "What did you say?"

"I know... I know I'm wrong." The man gasped intermittently, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, "Give me aside... this time..."

Chu Ning's heart was slightly trembling, his red lips pursed, and he just looked at him quietly.

Admit your mistake...
Chapter completed!