"boom--"

The sword girl stepped forward, grabbed Han Ziqi's hair, and threw her to Han's mother's grave.

Han Ziqi screamed and fell straight to the ground, with more than a dozen hairs broken.

Before she could struggle, several men in black stepped forward and roughly held her hands and feet down.

Han Ziqi could not move.

Long Tianao stood in front of her, with a whip in his hand.

He looked down at Han Ziqi: "If you run away again, I will shovel your mother's grave."

Han Ziqi's delicate body trembled and she shouted: "Long Tianao, you beast, what on earth are you going to do?"

"What?"

Long Tianao cracked his whip and sneered: "Of course I will teach you a lesson."

"If I don't show you some color, what qualifications do I have to be your man?"

"Thirty lashes, kneel down for me."

"As long as you withstand thirty lashes from me, I will let you go today."

"Whenever the whip is screamed, I will shovel your mother's grave."

"Of course, you can also beg me for mercy and promise to concentrate on being my wife from now on, and then I can give you a few less whippings."

He was calm and calm, but his words made the hearts of those present tremble.

Han Ziqi bit her lip: "Don't even think about it!"

"Snapped--"

Before he finished speaking, Long Tianao whipped Han Ziqi in the back.
Chapter completed!