"Xiaolan?!"
In the dungeon, the female prisoners were stunned, looking incredulously at the figure as graceful as an orchid.
The two jailers were taken aback, then angrily shouted, "Insolence!"
"Who do you think you are, Housekeeper Lu picks people; it's not your place to speak!"
"Move aside!"
Despite the reprimand, Mo Xiaolan still stood at the cell door, with her arms spread wide open, unmoving.
Housekeeper Lu's expression turned cold, and a jailer beside him understood and grabbed a God-piercing Whip, swinging it at Mo Xiaolan.
Snap!
The long whip with sharp barbs struck Mo Xiaolan's body, causing blood to splatter, and Mo Xiaolan trembled slightly yet still blocked the cell with her arms open.
The jailer snorted coldly, swinging the whip like the wind.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The sound of whipping continuously echoed through the dungeon, with blood splattering all around. The God-piercing Whip was stained red with Mo Xiaolan's blood.
