Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren clenched his teeth, silently enduring the pain.

His body was in agony, but his heart was unwavering.

He would use his actions to tell everyone that no one could escape punishment in the face of justice.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, yet he didn't even utter a groan.

Although he was only at the sixth rank of cultivation, his physical qualities had already reached the seventh rank.

Even though his magic was sealed, his own defense was still very strong.

The wooden stick hitting his buttocks, although it hurt him a lot, wouldn't injure his bones.

He would be fine after resting for two days.

He was worried that he would be laid up for half a month.

With the executioner's command, the board fell heavily on their bodies.

When the first board landed, Shirem's body jolted violently.

He gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out in pain.

It made him deeply realize the seriousness of his mistake.

He only wanted to make a little money, but he didn't expect to cause such a big commotion.

His eyes revealed pain and regret, tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

As the boards continued to fall, Shirem's body gradually weakened.

His breathing became rapid, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

Finally, after thirty strokes, Shirem was carried away as if he had collapsed.

Soren originally wanted to stand up, but seeing Shirem already passed out, he also pretended to faint.

Soren's just actions were praised throughout the imperial capital, and people admired him even more.

People saw a responsible and courageous leader who used his actions to interpret the meaning of justice.

The handling of this matter not only demonstrated Soren's leadership skills and fairness, but also injected a shot in the arm for the stability of the empire and the war situation in the Northwest.

In the Northwest military preparations, no one dared to be careless, and no one dared to be corrupt or accept bribes.

Shirem only received thirty strokes, but it didn't cost him half his life.

This was because he was from the Box family, and the prince accompanied him in the punishment.

Others didn't have this condition.

Once caught, there would be no chance of survival, and the family would also be implicated.

In the Crown Prince's palace, Soren slowly woke up, and what came into view was Empress Maria-Sasha focusing on applying medicine to the wound on his butt.

He slightly turned his eyes and glanced around, making sure no one was there, and a different kind of impulse surged in his heart.

He grabbed Empress Maria-Sasha's hand and gently pulled it down, his voice with a hint of desire: "Maria, help me wipe it here too."

Empress Maria-Sasha glared at Soren, instantly understanding his thoughts.

She sighed softly and said helplessly: "I don't know what kind of breathing technique you are practicing?

Why is the demand always so great?"

However, she did not refuse Soren's request and stretched out her hand to gently solve his needs.

Empress Maria-Sasha knew that she was in the most vigorous age of nightlife, but facing Soren, she still often felt a sense of collapse.

From the initial one night a day, to the later one night every two days, and now one night every three days, her body really couldn't bear this high-intensity "labor."

Now, she doesn't eat the jealousy of Soren and Jennifer the female knight at all, and even wishes that the two of them would get married sooner, so that Soren would no longer want to toss herself every day.

Empress Maria-Sasha would never have imagined that Soren was now constantly rotating among Emily, Jessica, and her.

If it weren't for this, Soren might not be so restrained.

Empress Maria-Sasha asked with concern: "Soren, will you still be in this state on the battlefield?"

Soren was silent for a while, he was not sure whether he would still be like this on the battlefield.

But considering the state of this period of time, he felt that it was very likely.

Thinking of still wanting to do that thing on the battlefield, Soren only felt his scalp tingle.

Empress Maria-Sasha wiped her sore hands while wiping them clean.

She looked at Soren, her eyes full of heartache: "You have really worked hard this time."

Soren shook his head gently, with a look of regret on his face: "This is already the best ending.

If Maria, you can break through the Saint rank and stay in the palace, I won't be so passive."

Empress Maria-Sasha nodded thoughtfully, she knew that once she broke through the Saint rank, she would be able to echo her grandfather Alonso.

At that time, not only in the imperial capital, but even in the palace, Soren would be much more convenient.

Like this time, even if Empress Dowager Aifeina wanted to protect Shirem, she would need to take the initiative to negotiate with Alonso or her, and the final result would not be possible for Soren to be punished together.

Although Soren earned a wave of reputation, the injuries on his body were also real, which made Empress Maria-Sasha feel very distressed.

This point is best in the high-martial world, strength determines status.

Empress Maria-Sasha nodded firmly and said: "I will break through the Saint rank as soon as possible, and I will not let my little baby suffer this kind of grievance again."

Soren immediately coughed, his face full of helplessness: "Maria, can you stop calling me little baby, I can't stand it, mine is small."

After speaking, he deliberately rubbed the corner of Empress Maria-Sasha's skirt, showing his big guy.

It's small there.

Empress Maria-Sasha smiled and pinched Soren's face, her eyes full of doting: "I just like to call you little baby."

Soren rolled his eyes helplessly, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In the Crown Prince's palace, Soren and Empress Maria-Sasha were in a passionate moment when Erin's voice suddenly sounded.

"Princess Didi'er is here to visit His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

This voice was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the warm atmosphere in the room.

The blush on Empress Maria-Sasha's face quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

She hurriedly walked away from Soren's bed and sat upright on a chair next to her, trying to restore her dignified demeanor.

Soren frowned slightly, somewhat surprised by Didi'er's arrival.

He glanced at Empress Maria-Sasha, their eyes met, and they both saw a trace of tension and doubt in each other's eyes.

Didi'er saw Soren lying on the bed and quickly saluted: "Didi'er has seen Imperial Brother, Imperial Sister is here this time to specially bring Imperial Brother a healing potion."

This time, she came to ease the relationship with Soren, this imperial brother.

Soren nodded slowly and snapped his fingers at the chair next to him, and the chair took the initiative to fly to Didi'er's face,

Showing his precise control over magic to the fullest.

Didi'er's pupils shrank slightly when she saw this scene.