Chapter 1371

"I think it's your mouth or your bones. If you have the ability, just keep silent."

A boy of about five or six years old kept hitting a child with a whip. The boy's white shirt had long been dyed red, and some parts of his shirt had already been badly mutilated, which made people scared.

In the face of the whip wound on his body, the little boy seemed to be unconscious. He was still standing straight. Every time the whip fell on him, he didn't even blink his eyebrows.

"You really have some backbone. You've been tortured by us for so many days, but you still don't say a word."

The little boy stopped what he was doing and said breathlessly.

Looking at Zi Yao, who did not say a word, the little boy's face became more and more ugly. Before he came, he was the proudest disciple in his master's heart. But since his master told him that he had been brought back, everyone said that the little boy, who was younger than him, would be trained by his master.

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