Quick Wear: The White-Eyed Wolf Punishment Plan

He said things that were so infuriating that it would kill him.

The black python whip in his hand directly ripped through their armor and tore their flesh.

This is just the beginning. Before she started, she said she would break their bones, and she would never go back on her word.

It’s worthy of being a general’s whip, the quality is pretty good.

The original owner had suffered under this whip, and now she wanted them to pay it back tenfold.

As he thought this, the black python whip suddenly grew thousands of densely packed black needles out of thin air.

Pull down hard.

"what!"

"what!"

There were screams on the stage. The generals who had been making harsh remarks were now like dogs that had lost their homes, howling in pain as they were beaten by Yan Siqing.

The atmosphere in the entire banquet hall, except for the craziness on the stage, was low pressure.

The King of Beisheng had a bad temper to begin with, and seeing his country's most courageous general being beaten in such a dignified manner, he became even more furious.

"Someone come! Capture him for me!"

As if deliberately provoking, Yan Siqing swung the black python whip into the air and knocked down the king's crown.

Everyone in the hall stared with their eyes wide open, not knowing whether to be surprised at the audacity of the princess or to be amazed at how the short whip could be swung such a long distance.

Could it be that it is really witchcraft?

King Beisheng's face was distorted with anger. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

"Capture him! Capture him! No matter the casualties!"

Nearly a hundred princes and ministers in the hall looked at the terrifying black python whip in Yan Siqing's hand, and then saw the general who was beaten to death on the stage.

No one dared to step forward.

The palace maid who had gone out to call the imperial physician came back stumbling, his legs going limp, and he fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty, the palace... the palace door cannot be opened!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they caused an instant commotion.

A minister who was nearby grabbed the palace maid by the collar.

"What did you say? If you dare to talk nonsense in front of His Majesty, I will kill you right now!"

The palace servant was so frightened that he trembled. "No, no, no, Imperial Master, I am not talking nonsense. I have tried every door in the palace, but I cannot open it..."

The palace door cannot be opened?

Is it possible...

Before these people could react, Yan Siqing manipulated the whip and dragged the imperial teacher onto the stage.

Just throw him to the ground.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to have fun? Wouldn't it be more exciting if we closed the door?"

"Hmm? Master Bei Sheng, am I right?"

The imperial teacher was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Yan Siqing teased him intentionally, "I heard that the national teacher is very good at divination through the Book of Changes. I wonder if you had anticipated this disaster before leaving today?"

“No…no, I…”

"Ahaha~ As the saying goes, seeing is believing, why don't you ask the Imperial Master to tell us how many people can walk out of this banquet hall alive today."

As he spoke, a tortoise shell used for divination and three Five Emperors' Coins appeared out of thin air in his palm and were thrown in front of the national teacher.

"Master Imperial Master, please come in~" Her tone was gentle, like a female ghost demanding her life.

When the state teacher saw her using such a magic method to create things out of thin air, he dared not act presumptuously anymore.

Just do as you are told.

But when he saw the divination results, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Yan Siqing glanced at them lightly and bewitched them, "Master Imperial Master, how is it going? How many can survive?"

Everyone in the hall was looking forward to his next words.

"No one... no one can survive."

Upon hearing this, the ministers and princes who were still stunned rushed to the palace gate.

"Open the door, open the door!"

"Help, is there anyone who can save us?"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The shrill cries for help were heartbreaking. The door of the palace was banged on by them, but no one came to open it.

What a joke, Yan Si had already set up the barrier early in the morning.

People outside would never notice anything unusual inside the temple.

Oh, she really worked hard to have fun with these people.

"Hahaha!" Yan Siqing suddenly laughed fiercely and used the whip to lift the chin of the trembling imperial master.

"If you get the answer right, how should I reward you?"

“No…No.”

"Otherwise, I'll treat you to a good show, okay~"

The imperial teacher was so frightened that he wanted to close his eyes and ears.

But there was no way, the lingering voice that was asking for his life just kept drilling into his ears.

It made him feel cold all over.

The next second, his collar was suddenly grabbed, and Yan Siqing actually carried him up to the throne of King Beisheng out of thin air.

King Bei Sheng seemed to have not figured out the situation yet, and was about to chop Yan Siqing with his sword, "Death, witch!"

Yan Siqing kicked the man and his sword and they rolled down from the platform in a mess.

King Bei Sheng fell heavily. He covered his chest and looked at Yan Siqing with hatred.

On the other side, the ministers and princes who were knocking on the door for help suddenly screamed again.

"what is this?"

"Where did this scorpion come from!"

"How come there are so many scorpions!"

All I saw was a dense crowd of scorpions with purple tail tips crawling around the palace gate.

Each scorpion was as big as a palm.

Even if it is not poisonous, a bite can still kill a person.

The group of people fled away from the palace gate as if they were running for their lives.

But the scorpion on the temple door fell to the ground again and was approaching them step by step.

Until everyone gathered in front of the stage again.

The scorpions stopped moving.

With such a purpose, it is clear who invited these scorpions.

Yan Siqing said to the scorpions, "Don't worry, you won't starve."

The scorpions seemed to understand what she said and became restless again.

Yan Siqing then spoke to the princes and ministers whose faces turned pale with fear.

"What are you standing there for? Your Imperial Master wants to watch a show, why don't you hurry up and perform!"

Everyone looked at each other and retreated.

Yan Siqing narrowed his eyes and pointed casually, "Then you go first."

The person who was called out was none other than the lame General Mu.

Although General Mu was afraid, he still maintained his integrity as a general of Beisheng.

"Even if I die, I will never bow to you, the South Vietnamese witch. Don't even think about it!"

If one does not know the original owner's experience, just looking at this scene would make one think that this is a loyal, brave and extraordinary general of a great country.

However, whenever Yan Siqing thought of the scars on the original owner's body left by this man's abuse, he felt nauseous.

"Wow, you have guts." He praised expressionlessly.

“Hmph…” General Mu hadn’t even finished his humming when he felt his feet lose stability and fell down.

Then his body moved backwards uncontrollably.

The scorpions actually covered him directly.

"Ah!" Some hungry scorpion bit him directly.

No, not biting, but gnawing, directly biting off a piece of his flesh.

Then came the second bite, and the third.