MTL - Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort-Chapter 9 Whipping

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Hua Qianzi cursed for a long time, took a deep breath, but still felt indifferent, and yanked out the whip in the sleeve, which was the whip in her hand when Jingman was killed that day.

Looking at the movement of Hua Qianzi, Su Qiqi's eyes gathered a cold.

Raising his head, it was a high-profile gesture: "Even if Miss Table is cast in the lake, the Lord will not marry you as a concubine."

She was really angry.

Slightly raised forehead, calm eyes, smiling cheeks, but it makes people have a feeling of surrender from the bottom of the heart, this temperament, this style is afraid of the queen with Fengfeng can not match.

At this time, Hua Qianzi felt that she was like a slave.

The two big men dutifully settled Su Qiqi, making her unable to move.

And the next second, "Pop ..." Hua Qianzi's whip had been drawn to Su Qiqi's chest fiercely, and the coarse cloth was broken, and a blood red trace appeared in front of Hua Qianzi's eyes, and all the broken clothes were When blood and flesh broke into it.

Hua Qianzi has martial arts, full of internal force, seeing blood and hurting his heart and lungs, Su Qiqi spit out a blood, the whole person still did not move, just stared straight at Hua Qianzi.

The pain was like burning a chest, from small to large. Although it was not valued, it had not been treated like this. It made her cry, but at this time, the pride in her heart made her suffer.

"Papapa ..." The whip sounded.

Su Qiqi's attitude allowed Hua Qianzi to dispel half of her anger and rise again. She slammed the whip in her hands like a madness, and this ugly woman who was flat and unobserved would dare treat herself like this Qianzi is certainly angry.

Puffy to the chest.

However, Qi Qi Qi, her whip did not hit Su Qiqi's face in one place, she was afraid that she would wake up tomorrow morning.

From an early age, she was gentle and dignified in the presence of Mo Wenchen, dignified and generous.

Of course, this ugly side cannot let the man she loves know.

More than a dozen lashes on the body, each whip was a pain in the heart, but Su Qiqi did not move, did not hum, and just carried it down like that.

But Hua Qianzi was tired, and he lost the whip in his hand: "Su Qiqi, one day, sooner or later, I want you to let you disappear in my world."

There was a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and Su Qiqi took a bit of coldness and disdain at the bottom of the cold. She took note of the woman in front of her.

"I think you are pathetic." The next second, Su Qiqi spit out a few words, along with a spit of blood.

"Look for death!" Hua Qianzi's anger "噌" came out, wishing to stun the proud woman in front of her.

"Meow." As Hua Qianzi tried to kill the woman in front of her, there was a meow in the woods.

The flower Qian Qian, who was a guilty conscience, trembled, turned back fiercely, looked at the meowing place, and whispered, "Who?"

The sound increased unconsciously several times, even a little trembling.

There was no sound in the woods.

After returning to God, Hua Qianzi has already sweated a lot. Although this matter has not been encountered by Mo Wenchen, if he was hit by people around Mo Wenchen, he would ruin his wise life.

She was too late to undermine her image.

"Let her go and go." Hua Qianzi was still scared by the cat, leaving Su Qiqi, who was full of injuries, turned around and walked away.

It wasn't until Hua Qianzi disappeared into sight that Su Qiqi, like a discouraged ball, slowly sat down along the tree behind him, and was sore in the air.

This woman is really cruel, every whip hurts Su Qiqi.

The people on the tree still didn't move. He looked at Su Qiqi who bit his teeth with great interest and didn't mean to help.

With such a severe whiplash, it was impossible for Su Qiqi to go back without doing what she wanted to do. She didn't even have the strength to walk.

She really regrets that she came out in the middle of the night, but she was so hurt at this time, and tomorrow morning, she would continue to give Mo Wenchen a needle.

She was in the royal palace and her servants. She had no trauma medicine. Her wounds were still dripping with blood. Her plain clothes were broken and she needed urgent treatment.

There is nowhere to heal.