She obviously wanted to make Ye Xiaobei suffer more.
"Ye Xiaobei!"
Seeing this scene, Fu Chuan's eyes hurt, nearly broken; he struggled desperately, wanting to block this for Ye Xiaobei, but he caouldn't get close to her.
Ye Xiaobei was scared to shiver all over, her forehead also exuded a fine sweat, but she just did not beg for mercy to Ying Ruoyan.
It was useless to beg for mercy; it just made Ying Ruoyan more proud.
Ying Ruoyan was really proud, seeing Ye Xiaobei pale face, her beautiful face was full of unspeakable pride.
Who dared to think that such a small child already had such a vicious heart.
Ying Ruoyan's whip didn't fall on Ye Xiaobei. A stone flew fiercely towards her whip. The direction of her whip turned abruptly. The burning wood rolled up by the whip flew fiercely to her shoulder.
"Ah, ah, ah!"