slave seven seven

Chapter 3 Not worthy of living in this world

"Ah..." Qi Qi screamed, she didn't care to run away, but hurriedly grabbed the bun in her hand.

Another whip was swung down.

The tattered clothes were whipped away, and blood was immediately stained, and the watching crowd turned their heads in disbelief.

Xia Houling, however, seemed to be addicted, and kept whipping, no matter how Qi Qi dodged, the long whip would always fall on her body exactly.

In the suffocatingly quiet morning, everyone held their breath, only the sound of the horsewhip being whipped on the flesh remained.

After a while, even the whip was covered with bright red blood.

The little beggar could only scream, crawl and dodge, but he couldn't beg for mercy at all. Yun Lei couldn't bear it when he saw it, and said softly, "Master, you haven't come back all night, I'm afraid the miss is in a hurry."

A cold light flashed in Xia Houling's eyes, even Yun Lei, a tough man who was two feet tall, was frightened, pale and silent, how could he forget that his master was in a fit of anger.

"Hmph." Xia Houling also lost interest, and threw the whip casually, "A lowly beggar deserves to stay at the emperor's feet! Go back to the mansion."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and lifted the curtain and walked into the car.

Yunlei understood the meaning and immediately shouted to a group of guards following the carriage, "Throw her out of the capital."

Looking at the beggar again with pity, she was bruised all over her body and fell to the ground dying. If she was left unattended, she probably would not live long. Yunlei shook his head, and then drove away in the carriage.

The two guards quickly each lifted her hand and dragged her outside the city gate.

The pain in her body spread to her limbs and bones, Qiqi managed to open her eyes, and saw that noble carriage galloping away, and the surrounding crowd sighed and shed tears, but no one stepped forward to help her.

She thought, she really is lowly, so lowly that she doesn't deserve to live in this world.

The bun finally fell from her clenched hands, with five black fingerprints on it.

(End of this chapter)