The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 263:

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But things in the world will not go as expected.

The look in his eyes was confused for only a moment, and then he tightly grasped the thorn stick. The thing was said to be a thorn stick, but it was actually the toughest cowhide whip. He wrapped it around a jujube branch with countless barbs, and just grabbed it, He Lianzheng's palm was broken, and blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

As if he didn't realize it, he pulled up Hutega, the leader of the Blue Bear clan, and walked out. Hutega followed inexplicably, and the people surrounding him stupidly moved aside.

As soon as his figure flashed, Feng Zhiwei stood in front of him and said calmly: "Go back, you don't have to suffer for the sake of fame. It's not that important whether you are a concubine or not."

He Lianzheng pushed her away and said with a smile: "I haven't done anything for you, you have to give me a chance."

Feng Zhi was slightly startled. He Lianzheng had already strode out, with blood flowing from his palms. He walked all the way outside and entered the courtyard. Under the watchful eyes of more than a hundred prairie nobles, he boarded the platform originally arranged for him. He stood on the high platform seat, kicked over the table, handed the thorn stick to Hutejia, took off his shirt, revealing a body of light honey-colored crystal clear and firm skin, turned over and knelt down with his back to everyone, and said loudly:

"Come on!"

A loud shout shocked everyone.

He Lianzheng actually wants to be whipped on this high platform in front of everyone, with the dignity of the king of the grassland!

He Lianzheng was kneeling, but his body was upright. He looked up at the room where the Living Buddha was in the second courtyard and said loudly: "Those who disobey the Living Buddha will be punished with thorns. You don't have to judge me. I will suffer it myself!"

When he sentenced himself to punishment, he was clearly telling everyone that I would definitely disobey him.

The patriarchs sat blankly. No one expected He Lianzheng to be so determined. In the final analysis, abiding by the instructions and arrangements of the Living Buddha is just a belief in the Huzhuo tribe, not an iron rule. It is just a rule that has been followed for thousands of years. People who have been indoctrinated with theocratic power can no longer remember to violate it. In the Huzhuo teachings, there seems to be no clear explanation of what to do after being tortured with thorns. In fact, no one has ever violated this rule.

Dama Rinpoche rolled his eyes, looking a little out of breath.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him coldly, looking at him like a skeleton in advance.

"Go and stop him." She turned to Peony Hua and said, "There is no need to suffer for the nonsense of a dying old man."

Peony Hua had a strange expression on her face. She stared at Feng Zhiwei, sighed for a while, and said, "Leave it to him. You don't know Dama's prestige... It can't be solved otherwise."

"Bang!"

The sound of the whip hitting the flesh made everyone tremble, and for a moment it was as quiet as death.

The barbed whip body almost touched the back, causing the skin to burst open and blood almost spurting out. The dragging whip body opened the skin into deep ravines, and the skin on all sides immediately became swollen. The blood quickly rolled down the tear, soaking the lower garment in an instant, and a shocking crimson patch appeared on the golden robe.

After the first whip, He Lianzheng, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled. His fingers dug deeply into the grass, but he smiled brightly at Feng Zhiwei, who was driving out: "Hey! I thought How painful it is, but just like..."

"Bang!"

The sound of the second whip fell, immediately knocking away He Lianzheng's pretending to be relaxed. Feng Zhiwei looked at his face that was twisted in pain for a moment, and said softly: "Stop talking."

"Bang!"

He Lianzheng fell down, but immediately propped himself up with his elbows, and tried his best to raise his head again and smile at Feng Zhi.

The thorn stick was already stained with a lot of broken flesh and blood. When it was swung, it was splashed in all directions. A drop of blood fell on Feng Zhiwei's face. She didn't wipe it, but suddenly took a step forward and raised her hand to grab the whip.

"Enough!"

The blood-stained thorn stick immediately pierced her palm, and blood flowed out, mixing with He Lianzheng's flesh and blood.

"Zhiwei!" He Lianzheng didn't even utter a sound when his own flesh and blood was flying everywhere. When he saw her bleeding, he was so shocked that he stood up and fell forward due to the wound. Feng Zhiwei threw away the thorn stick and held on to her. Hut, who wielded the whip, added: "Three whips are enough, that is your king!"

Hutejia picked up the thorns and retreated silently. Feng Zhiwei stared at the blood on the ground solemnly. Helianzheng breathed in hissingly. He was about to force out a joke when he heard her whisper: "Who? Does it stipulate that divine authority must override royal authority? Starting from me, I won’t allow it.”

The coolness and determination in her tone made He Lianzheng tremble, but Feng Zhiwei stopped talking and helped him into the inner courtyard, took out an almanac and threw it on the carpet, rubbing his whole body. Living Buddha Dama, who was sitting trembling in the local area, said: "The thorn sticks are broken. Now that we have finished talking, please choose an auspicious day for the king to ascend the throne. I think the last three days are good, so just choose among them."

After speaking, without looking at the faces of everyone, he helped He Lianzheng to the back hall, ordered people to get the medicine box, fetched water and cloth, and personally applied medicine to Helianzheng.

The whip was not an ordinary whip, it was heavy and sharp. He Lianzheng's back was now swollen and to pieces, and it was terrible to look at. He Lianzheng lay with his head buried in silence, while Feng Zhiwei applied the medicine as gently as possible. Youzi could feel his body shaking.

"Just scream in pain." Feng Zhiwei carefully dealt with the whip marks and picked out the barbs embedded in the skin bit by bit. Unfortunately, the beautiful skin will inevitably leave scars, "I won't admire you even if you endure it. Your heroism."

"I'm... afraid that you'll feel sorry for me." He Lianzheng raised his head, with a layer of fine and crystal sweat on his forehead. His eyes had turned deep purple due to pain, and there were slight scratches on the corners of his mouth. But still smiling.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, took care of the last wound, and patted his shoulder gently. When Helian Zheng howled, he said lightly: "It hurts? A little."

"Forget it...forget it." He Lianzheng smiled bitterly, "I'd better not expect you to feel distressed."

"Being distressed has no effect." Feng Zhiwei sat there, her cheek hidden in the shadow of the room, "Rather than waste time feeling distressed, it is better to do something practical."

He Lianzheng lay on the carpet and reluctantly looked up at her, "What are you going to do?"

Feng Zhiwei remained silent.

"Zhiwei..." He Lianzheng suddenly stretched out his hand and held her hand, "You have changed. The first time I saw you beside the carriage, although you were cruel, you still had some room for it. Now you seem to be frozen." It’s not good to take care of yourself, let alone others, even yourself. This is not good.”