Ay! I knew it. How could Aunt believe Uncle Prison's nonsense? This beating couldn't be dodged in the end.
Lin Heng turned his head and watched Meng Yutong step forward with a whip. Somewhat baffled, he said, "Master, I don't think I've offended you, right? What do you mean by bringing a whip?"
"Hmph! Heng'er, with everyone here today, I intend to lay down some rules for you, lest you keep thinking of provoking other peach blossoms in the future."
"The six of us master and disciples, plus Jiang Caiyan and Zhao Wanqing, and then that saintess you have a marriage contract with in the Northern Continent. You're about to gather a full ten people. With three thousand weak waters, don't tell me you really plan to scoop up ten ladles?"
"You'll make everyone feel awful like this..."
"Wait, wait! You can't blame me for that. Who told us to be so charming that they all rush up to offer themselves for free... uh, I mean admire me."
Hearing this, Jiang Caiyan and Yun Yao both immediately lost it!
Smack!
Smack!
Yun Yao: "Dog Lin Heng, you're not ashamed to say that, are you!"
Jiang Caiyan: "Are you saying I also fell for you at first sight?"
For the time that followed, the uncle and nephew were hung from the tree, and the sounds of whipping almost never stopped.
Strangely enough, Dugu Feng had still howled a couple times at the start, but afterward, there was no sound from him at all.
As expected of a Return to Void True Lord. Even when the Soul-Striking Whip landed on him, he did not utter a sound!
Lin Heng, on the other hand, stopped pretending altogether. Before the whip even landed on him, he started shouting, selling his misery in front of