Supreme Empress: Husband, be reserved

Chapter 239 Whipping King De
King De's eyelids narrowed, his heart became uneasy, and he dared not move.

"Tuye, you..."

Before King De could finish speaking, a whip was lashed at her head on, and then only King De's tragic cry was heard.

"The taste of this whip is more ecstasy. De Wang is the first to feel this taste." Hearing De Wang's painful cry, Yi Tuye's mouth became more and more intense, and a dark streak flashed across his brown eyes. mango.

King De glared at Yi Tuye viciously, and then became stiff, gritted his teeth ferociously, and stared at Yi Tuye fiercely.

When Yi Tuye saw it, the curve of the corner of his mouth became more and more menacing. Before King De could prepare again, he raised his hand and lashed the long whip like a spirit snake towards King De, who was covering his curly body.

King De's brocade robe was torn open again, and bloody marks were printed on it. The hot taste and pain hit his face, making King De let out a groan in pain.

"Are you tough?" Yi Tuye smiled meaningfully, and the long whip in his hand was directly drawn towards the left half of King De's cheek.

"what!"

King De's cry was sharper than the first time, shaking the eardrums of others.

The jailer looked towards De Wang, but saw that the left half of De Wang's originally handsome face had been destroyed by the whip, and the gloomy white bones could be vaguely seen, and there was a large area of ​​blood flowing down, which was even more so. De Wang's face became more and more ferocious.

De Wang wanted to cover his face, but he felt the glaring redness in his hand, and he cried out in pain. His hands were twitching not far from his face, and he wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare to see it. That dazzling color.

"Shouldn't King De be accustomed to being red?" Yi Tuye sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm.

The human blood stained on her hands has never been less than hers.

"Gong Tuye, if you have the guts, just kill me." De Wang roared, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, his face turned pale, and his staring eyes really seemed a little crazy.

Yi Tuye pursed his lips, and smiled slowly, "My name is Yi Tuye, Your Highness King De, don't make a mistake."

Afterwards, Yi Tuye squatted down, and used the whip to rub against King De's scar in the opposite direction.

Silk.

King De gasped, the reverse thorns on the long whip scratched King De's flesh and blood.

"Gong Tuye, you are a devil."

King De didn't know how to describe Yi Tuye anymore, he actually tortured her with such a perverted punishment.

"You should have died a long time ago, but I am always willing to spare your life." Yi Tuye's eyes were full of indifference, leaving only a cold and strange smile, "But King De always wants to seek death, so the grass people are naturally willing Send King De a ride."

"You...Gong Tuye, what nonsense are you talking about?" De Wang gritted his teeth, only thinking that Yi Tuye was insulting her.

Yi Tuye remained silent, then got up, took a few steps leisurely to the seat, looked back at King De again, and said softly, "Go, wash King De's face with salt water, so it's clean."

The prison chief was stunned for a moment, and then heard Yi Tuye continue to say, "The salt water is clean, and by the way, help King De wipe his eyes."

Xiao thought about people he shouldn't think about, and his eyes became cloudy.

Listening to that idle and cold voice, King De's heart was completely chilled, and he stared at Yi Tuye.

"Gong Tuye, kill me if you have the guts." King De said again crazily, his eyes were already red, and she always felt that the next punishment would make life worse than death.

"Why, King De wants to die now?" Yi Tuye said slowly without getting angry.

(End of this chapter)