I don’t know who took the lead, but a burst of tacit applause began to erupt from the crowd on Luming Street.

The three people currently being punished had different reactions.

Luo Er cried for his father and mother, hugged Liu Zilin's legs, shouted for help, and begged for redemption and a reduced sentence.

Liu Zilin kicked the plump young man away with a look of disgust and didn't bother to pay attention.

The third young master of the Liu family couldn't help but start to tremble, not because he could spend money to seek a reduced sentence, but because of the following... seventy sticks, this bitter pill seemed to be inevitable.

The cane punishment involves hitting the buttocks, back, and legs with a torture cane... As for the caning punishment, which is slightly lighter, it uses bamboo boards and thorn sticks to beat the back.

Stick seventy! Liu Zilin couldn't help but tighten his anus, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at his elder brother at the back of the crowd, but the latter had already turned around and left with an ugly expression.

Yan Liulang frowned and waved his hand, asking his men to take down the plump young man who was lying on the ground in regret and collapse.

Exile for three thousand miles is not a joke, it is just slightly better than the death penalty. Three thousand miles does not mean literally three thousand miles, but exile for an extremely far distance. But unless you are lucky, you will die just on the road.

The rate is so high...it's almost impossible to come back.

After the young county magistrate made the verdict, the punishment of caning and flogging needed to be carried out immediately in court by Yan Liulang and other police officers.

It was okay to let his men beat Liu Zilin with the cane, but Yan Liulang and others looked a little embarrassed when facing Xie Lingjiang.

"Thank you, Miss, for being offended..."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head silently, indicating that it was okay.

The enforceable detectives still turned to look at Ouyang Rong, but Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and did not look at them, nor did he look at Xie Lingjiang.

"Execute quickly!"

Seeing the arrester in blue, he still hesitated. The young county magistrate, standing with his hands behind his back, continued to urge with a straight face:

"If you are physically inconvenient or don't have enough manpower, then I will do it myself."

Unexpectedly, Yan Liulang and a group of other detectives immediately nodded in agreement and humbly gave way to the position.

"..." Ouyang Rong.

"I'll come, I'll come."

The next second, the young county magistrate snorted coldly, walked down the steps, took a wattle stick, and came to the little junior sister who lowered her hands and lowered her eyebrows.

"Excuse me, senior brother... no need to show mercy."

"As long as you know, turn your back." He said, staring down at the floor tiles.

The noble daughter of the Xie family obediently turned around and faced everyone, turning her back to her senior brother.

The back of Ouyang Rong's hand shook, but he still slapped it hard...

Xie Lingjiang lowered his head to bear it. Even though the hidden snow back under the silk clothes was covered with red marks of broken skin, he pursed his lips the whole time, and his fallen hair covered the expression on his pretty face, saying nothing.

Senior brother is really cool.

She was a little happy.

Compared with the strange silence of the place where the young magistrate personally executed the execution, only the sound of whips could be heard. On the other side, Liu Zilin, who had his butt slapped on the board, was crying and crying... There was a sharp contrast between the two sides.

Ouyang Rong noticed something was wrong.

Why did the sound of a wooden fish ring in my ears without even lashing the whip?

Was it the merit points given by the surrounding audience, or was it the merit given by Liu Zilin being slapped next to him, or... Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at the junior sister in front of him.

Probably not...

In addition, in addition to the sound of wooden fish, Ouyang Rong found that using thin wattle sticks to give seventy lashes in a row was also a technical task. In particular, he had to be careful to avoid certain parts of the back. Although there were several lashes, he accidentally hit... the base of the little junior sister's ears.

Her face turned red, and her thin shoulders trembled.

Seventy lashes, each with a lot of lashes, finally ended, and the sound of wooden fish in my ears disappeared in time...

Someone was speechless, dropped his whip, wiped his sweat, and asked in a stern tone:

"Do you still dare to draw a sword without thinking in the future?"

"No... I don't dare anymore." She buried her face and whispered, "I don't dare anymore."
Chapter completed!