Chapter 17: Giving the name Ayamo

Night red aya but did not appreciate the interest, the right hand raised, the whip with a sharp wind-breaking sound, ruthlessly split the skin of the teenager's spine.

Blood marks, clearly visible.

The teenager's muscles subconsciously tensed up, but his body did not move, his mouth did not even make a sound, as if completely unable to perceive the pain in general.

A whip fell, the second whip soon arrived, in the teenager's spine fell two parallel blood marks.

Night red aya is a martial arts practitioner, hand strength is naturally extraordinary, and at this time there is a test of the teenager's mind, naturally ruthless attack.

The next three whips in a row, whip to see blood.

The teenager's back tensed up, breathing more sharply, supported by the hands on the ground involuntarily tightened the carpet, but from the beginning did not make a sound.

"This whip, what is your tolerance limit?"

The young man choked, adjusted his breathing rhythm, before respectfully returning: "If this force of the master, subordinate can withstand eighty lashes without fainting."

Eighty lashes?

Night Red Aya looked at the commandment whip in her hand.

Black stranded gold silk python whip, this whip placed in a special medicinal liquid soaked, and the stranded gold silk, hit the human body almost into the flesh three, heavier completely can split the bone.

Eighty whips, enough to destroy a decade of cultivation of the Royal Hidden Guard, enough to shatter his body flesh and blood piece by piece.

It is said to be a commandment whip, but the power is even more than the most cruel torture instruments.

The training of the shadow guards has always been cruel, from the divine Hidden Hall out of the imperial hidden guards have been hammered a thousand refinements, almost indestructible.

But just this one commandment whip is enough to make even the hardest-boned imperial hidden guards fearful to the bone.

Night red aya did not intend to continue.

"From this day on, you will stay by my palace's side." Throwing the commandment whip back to him, night red aya faintly said, "This palace gave you the name Ayame Mo. Night red aya's aya, ink ink."

"Thank you, master, for the name." Ayamu bowed, "My subordinate Ayamu, meet the master."

"If one day you dare to betray this palace, this palace will use this commandment whip to whip your whole body blood and flesh and bones into pieces, the whole can not be whole."

Dropping these words, Night Red Aya walked out, leaving him to deal with the wound himself.

The teenage shadow guard crouched on the ground and returned in a low voice: "My subordinate does not dare."

The wound in the heart still vaguely hurts, night red aya alone in the house walked for a while, walked straight to the back garden, sat by the lake and looked at the lotus scene full of lake.

Before she met Han Yujin, she often stayed alone, either practicing martial arts, or sitting quietly reading a book, and hated to be disturbed.

After she met Han Yujin, she silently indulged and expected him to disturb her from time to time, but unfortunately she spent most of her time in the military camp and on the battlefield, and lost the time to spend with him.

So, although it seems to be a deep love, the truth is that they know too little about each other, mistaking the wolf's heart and lungs for a heart full of tenderness, letting the gentle and beautiful surface obscure the most basic judgment.

As a matter of fact, it also confirms what people often say, tenderness is a bone etching poison.

"Your Highness." The maid's respectful voice rang out from afar, "The eighth princess requests to see you."

Night red aya slightly narrowed her eyes.

The eighth princess of the Northern Ling royal family, Night Ziling, her good sister.

The same mother as Third Prince Night Xiao Su, first cousin of Han Yu Jin, and the person he said he truly liked in his previous life.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the actual website.

The first one will be the night Ziling?

The corners of the mouth picked up a thin, cold arc, night red aya raised his eyes to look into the blue sky in the distance, the heart of the eyes an indifferent color.