"What are you doing?"

Long Tianao shook his whip and sneered: "Of course I'll teach you a good lesson."

"If I don't give you a little color, what qualifications do I have to be your man?"

"Thirty whips, kneel down for me."

"As long as you bear my thirty whips, I will let you go today."

"Whenever a whip screams, I will shovel your mother's cemetery."

"Of course, you can also beg me for mercy and promise to concentrate on being my wife in the future. Then I can give you a fewer whips."

His wind and clouds are light, but the words make people present tremble.

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

Before the words "pa" were completely finished, Long Tianao whipped Han Ziqi behind him with a whip.

Han Ziqi's coat suddenly cracked with a crack.
Chapter completed!