PFC Chapter 530 Play 3
Chapter 530 Play 3
Lin Ci'an grabbed his chin and said in a low and dangerous voice: "My patience is limited."
Chu Ziyu coughed lightly, and his bloodstained lips curved: "My Lord... do you want to search?"
Lin Ci'an sneered and violently ripped open his collar!
——Crash.
The token fell from the sleeve and hit the snow with a dull sound.
The whole place was dead silent.
"Those who steal the token shall be executed according to military regulations." Lin Ci'an slowly picked up the token, his knuckles turning white from pinching it, "But considering that you have followed me for many years..."
He raised his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot: "30 lashes, detained first, awaiting sentencing."
When the black iron order fell to the ground with a clang, Pei Zheng was so anxious that he held the hilt of his knife outside the tent: "Xie Xiaofeng! Does the Marquis really want to kill Mr. Chu?"
Xie Xiaofeng held his trembling wrist and said, "Shut up. Go back."
"Idiot, didn't you see that the Marquis's left hand was pressed on Mr. Chu's back? He was transferring his inner strength to protect his heart meridian. This man really has well-developed limbs."
Pei Zheng broke free from Xie Xiaofeng's hand and rushed forward: "My Lord! Mr. Chu is weak, thirty lashes will kill him!"
Lin Ci'an kicked him away: "Get lost!"
"Press it down, and I'll whip you thirty times."
Pei Zheng was pressed to the side and made to kneel.
The guards dragged over the torture rack. Chu Ziyu's hands were tied and his white shirt was pulled down to his waist, revealing his thin back.
Chu Ziyu knelt in the snow, with the taste of blood rising in his throat.
"This body is still too weak."
The person who carried out the execution was Xie Xiaofeng.
He tightened his grip on the whip slightly and looked at Lin Ci'an.
(My Lord, do you really want to fight?)
Lin Ci'an's eyes were cold and he said, "Do it."
"--Snapped!"
When the first whip came down, Chu Ziyu groaned, his back stretched into a sharp arc, and a red mark instantly appeared on his snow-white skin.
(The misaligned whip technique may seem fierce, but it only hurts the skin.)
"The shark silk soft armor given by the Marquis is indeed very useful...but why is Pei Zheng, this idiot, crying?"
Pei Zheng gritted his teeth, tears mixed with snow water flowing down.
"Thirty lashes! There's not a single piece of good flesh left on your back! How come...wait, isn't the blood too bright?"
The second whip, the third whip...blood splattered, dyeing the snow red.
Chu Ziyu bit his lip and cold sweat soaked his long hair, but he never uttered a word to beg for mercy.
(The blood bag bursts, and the visual effect is extremely tragic.)
In the dark, the spy stared at the scene intently and then retreated quietly.
(Intelligence is obtained - Chu Ziyu did not betray, but the mission failed.)
Chu Ziyu buried his face in the crossbar of the rack, using his falling hair to hide his expression.
System 6872: "Pain shielding is now 80% active! But you have to keep your muscles tight!"
"The position where Xiao An is standing... just blocks the wind."
He suddenly coughed violently, and blood foam splashed accurately on the tip of Lin Ci'an's boots.
Lin Ci'an suddenly clenched his fists.
Imperial Palace Study Room
The emperor unfolded the secret letter and sneered: "Chu Ziyu was whipped thirty times and is dying?"
The spy knelt down and said, "Yes, Lin Ci'an has imprisoned him and does not allow anyone to visit him."
The emperor tapped the dragon table with his fingertips: "Why did he steal the order?"
"According to Chu Ziyu's mumblings when he was unconscious..." the spy lowered his voice, "He said... 'The Marquis already knows my background.'"
The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank.
(Lin Ci'an knows? He must die!)
He slammed the table and said, "Order! There will be a celebration banquet in three days, proceed as planned!"
When the spies left, Chu Ziyu was thrown into the prison tent.
System 6872: "The emperor believes it! But the simulated wound on your back needs to be replaced!"