"I..."
Slap!
Another slap landed.
His hand simply would not stop.
Left, then right—within moments, his cheeks had swollen high, with blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
"If your mouth is so foul, then keep going."
Tide Enchantress let out a cold laugh and looked indifferently at Bone Douluo.
"This... this is..."
Bone Douluo finally understood... a mental restraint.
The same kind of mental restraint that had been placed on Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.
He looked at Tide Enchantress, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness.
He wanted to curse, to roar, to rush forward and tear this woman apart.
Yet when he opened his mouth, what came out was:
"My lord... this subordinate... knows his mistake."
At the same time, his hands continued slapping his aged face without pause.
Bone Douluo's entire body stiffened, the rage in his eyes gradually replaced by fear. Those were not words he wanted to say. His body, mouth, and tongue were speaking for him beyond his control.
Tide Enchantress tilted her head, the smile on her lips unchanged.
"You know your mistake?"
"Then kneel properly."
Bone Douluo's knees bent against his will, and with a thud, he dropped to the ground.
His hands braced against the floor, his forehead touching the ground, his posture flawless.
But his eyes were burning... rage, humiliation, unwillingness—every emotion churned within them.
Tide Enchantress rose to her feet and walked before him, looking down from above.
"Still unconvinced?"
Bone Douluo wanted to deny it, wanted to say, "Of course I'm not convinced," but his mouth would not obey him at all.
"Convinced..." The word squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and stiff, as though it had come from someone else's mouth.
Tide Enchantress did not stop there.
She turned to Ning Yuanqing, who stood at