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Chapter 633 Unruly Princess VS Foreign Prince (2)

The young man in white paused, hesitated for a moment, bent his knees and wanted to kneel down, and never thought that the prince would speak directly, "The prince sees that the prince is not polite, it is useless to go up, come here, take off your clothes, and whip twenty times."

The palace servant had to immediately step forward and hold down the young man in white, trying to drag him to the place of execution.

"Wait a minute." The crown prince turned around and walked to his side, "The execution is here, and the crown prince wants to supervise."

The servant on the side hesitated, "Prince, isn't this very good?"

No matter how you say this proton is the sixth prince, although he has no status and no rights, he can't use lynching. If the people above really want to punish him by closing the door, it is enough. If this public execution is seen by others, it will be passed on to the king In their ears, they just couldn't eat and walked away.

The prince looked at him with a half-smile, "What? Do you dare not obey the prince's order?"

The servant's back suddenly turned cold, and his heart felt a sudden, he quickly lowered his head, and said repeatedly, "Don't dare, I obey."

He finally understood that the prince was looking for trouble on purpose, and at this juncture, he stepped forward to beg for mercy, didn't he just ask for a dead end!
This is not a hostage, it is disobedience to the prince's order, he will be executed immediately, who cares about the life and death of a slave in the palace, if he fights, as long as he manages it well, it will not spread to the king's ears, he can still be alone .

Smart people naturally choose the former.

Walking to the side of the boy in white, he directed the others to move the instruments of torture to an open space not far away.

When everything is ready, the young man in white is ready to be pressed to the side of the torture tool, and his hands and feet are bound to execute the sentence.

Never thought that the boy in white couldn't be pushed no matter what, the servant next to him yelled, "Hurry up, don't delay everyone's time."

The prince also noticed the abnormality here, and led the crowd over, "What's wrong?"

The servant stepped forward and said respectfully, "Go back to the prince, he won't leave."

The prince sneered, and stretched out his hand to the servant, "Give me the whip."

When the servant heard that he was going to play in person, he quickly handed the whip to the prince.

The prince weighed it, then clenched it tightly, focused his inner strength on his hand, and directly threw the whip out. It was about to hit the young man's back, but he didn't expect it to miss it.

The palace servants present and the young masters of the family fell silent...

The prince frowned, thinking to himself, this is impossible!
How could he miss it with his martial arts.

So he turned his attention to the servant on the side, "Go and control his hands and feet for me."

The servant heard the words and stepped forward, leading the other three to control the boy's hands and feet.

The prince concentrated his internal energy again and threw the whip out...

A cold light flashed in the dark eyes of the white-clothed boy, and he stood there straight and motionless, letting the powerful whip hit his back.

"啪~" With the loud sound, a welt appeared on the back of the boy in white. The boy grunted, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still insisted on not letting himself fall down. The burning pain in the wound , no longer shocking his nerves all the time.

Seeing this, the sons and servants of the aristocratic family next to him clapped their hands and applauded.

The prince was overjoyed, and picked up the whip to greet the young man again.

At the critical moment, there seemed to be a flash of light, accompanied by the arrogant baby voice, "I'll see who dares to touch him."

(End of this chapter)