Family History of Raising a Baby in the Immortal World

The 'Magic Whip' was held in the hands of the elder in white, and the elder clicked his chin on the bench next to him, "Prince—please get ready—!"

The 'Prince' didn't worry at all and stood up and climbed onto the bench, exposing his back.

"Please take off your clothes—" the elder in white said solemnly.

The 'Prince' shook his shoulders vigorously, and the clothes on his upper body were shattered into pieces and slowly fell from him.

Di Yao looked at his son's prostration and being punished from a distance, and felt an unknown anger in his heart.Although he had a lot of dissatisfaction with this son, since he was a child, he had never seen him suffer such a great humiliation.This is not just humiliating him alone, they are all being humiliated.

And all of this... Di Yao's gaze turned to those people standing outside, the relatively short man standing among the gods - Xiao Jin, made him very upset.

Mother Jingyao didn't seem worried about this scene at all. The 'Magic Whip' was given to Bojun by her, and only she and the maid who was present knew that Bojun injected a trace of soul into the whip.The bitch humiliated my son with his beloved whip, but didn't know he was actually helping him.

Mother Jingyao felt complacent, and waited for the thirty whips to be finished soon, so she could go forward to comfort her son.

The white-clothed elder shook off the 'God Whip' and made a 'click' through the air. He stared at the back of 'Bo Jun', "Prince—this old man is about to start—you can't use your true energy to resist! Otherwise! Punishment It will get worse."

The muscles on the 'Prince' tensed up, and he clenched his teeth silently.

The elder in white took a sharp breath, "The first whip—!"

Raising, shaking and twitching the hand vigorously, the whistling wind rang, and all the people of the Dragon Clan except Goddess Jingyao tightened their hearts.

'Snapped--! ! ! There was a heavy sound of the whip whipping flesh, and I saw the "Prince" who was lying on the bench twitched heavily, his head and feet were raised high at the same time, and a painful moan escaped from his mouth. out.

Little Jin's father could feel a burning pain just by hearing that voice.From the looks of it, it was a real whip.It hurts!This is to teach you that when you play with other people's lives, the pain will entangle you firmly in the next moment!

Xiao Jin clenched his fists and wrinkled his cheeks.Not enough—it wasn't enough to make up for him and his sons.Draw again——!

Mother Jingyao was also frightened by the movement.But she thought to herself, maybe, for the sake of the scene, her son pretended on purpose.

Just thinking of this, the elder in white rang out for the second time, "The second whip—!"

Mother Jingyao unconsciously jumped in shock.

'Snapped--! ! ! ' There was another clear and loud bang, this time the 'Prince' was directly pulled off the bench, even though he was made of steel and steel, but without the body protection of qi and yang, this miraculous power was hard to resist hold on.

This time, the 'Prince' who fell to the ground let out another painful groan.

Mother Jingyao stepped back a bit, "Son..." How could this be, she could feel that her son was definitely not pretending to take it just now.But, but...'Beating the Whip' is the magic that has been infused into Bojun's soul, and he has recognized the Lord. It is impossible to really hurt him, absolutely impossible!When this magic was injected into the soul, they personally tested it.

Mother Jingyao's mind was in a mess for a while.What went wrong?What exactly went wrong?

The third whip and the fourth braid continued to be beaten without stopping.After these two stops, Xiao Jin's father could see bloodstains on the back of the 'Prince' from so far away.He also took a deep breath, "It's really powerful—that whip!"

"Magical and spiritual are more than a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than ordinary weapons. Of course, being drawn by it will cause a hundred times and a thousand times more pain." Xuankui Shenjun explained from the side.

Xiao Jin said unintentionally: "Isn't this whip his own? If he is really spiritual, he should have eyes and show mercy!"

The gods smiled, "It doesn't mean that it is as intelligent as a human."

Seeing that the few of them didn't have a better understanding of his words, Xiao Jin couldn't help but look at Di Yao, the elder and the Goddess in the distance.

The reason why Bai Poor wanted to change the sentence to "beating the magic whip" was actually a bit selfish. I hope those who are familiar with him can find out that there is something wrong with the "prince" in front of him.I just don't know if this hint has been discovered.If it can't be discovered, it will be a big blow to Bai Poor.That shows that in the years he has lived, no one really cares about him.

Xiao Jin actually understands Bai Poor's feeling that he must wait for others to find out whether the real prince is a fake or not.If even his relatives were blinded by the fake prince, his life would be too sad.Especially his mother, Bai Poor is the most filial to his mother, he...is anxiously hiding in a world that makes him feel helpless, waiting...waiting to be rescued.

The elder in white stopped for a moment, and looked at the prince with a cold expression, "Prince...can you still persist?"

The 'Prince' was dripping with sweat, his face was pale, he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground, and climbed onto the bench again, "Don't stop—"

If you pause, the pain will become clearer.It's better to grit your teeth and get through it all at once, let the pain paralyze your body before you have time to feel the pain.

"The old man is here—" the elder in white swung his whip again.

Xiao Jin clenched his fists tightly and stared at the 'Prince' without blinking.

"Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa--" The elder in white actually whipped five times in one breath, only to see the 'Prince' lying on the bench and crying with his head up, "Ah-- !!!" A faint halo spread from his body.

"Don't use your true energy to resist!" The elder in white warned sharply.

The consciousness of 'Prince' was completely occupied by the pain.But at this time, the pair of terrifying eyes in his mind once again emitted a breathtaking light, his heart was squeezed heavily, and there was a feeling that his soul was about to be spit out from his mouth, which scared him so much that he didn't care about the pain, and pressed Hold all the spirit and compress your soul back again.But this force caused his internal organs to rupture, and a mouthful of blood spewed out 'poof', forming a small blood mist that sprayed out and lingered in front of him for a long time.

Mother Jingyao shouted, "Prince—!"

Di Yao's eyebrows twitched.Although Bojun couldn't use his true energy to resist, he was a dragon soul after all, and his physique and soul were stronger than those of ordinary dragons. This is only the ninth whip, how could it be possible to beat him until he vomited blood?

The elder in white stopped again, "Prince—do you want to stop?"

"Hurry up—come!" The 'Prince' opened his mouth, and thick blood kept flowing down the corner of his mouth.

The elder in white took back the 'Sacred Whip' in a dull manner, and swung it in a long straight line again, "The whipping continues——!"

"Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa..." Another five whips fell together.

I saw the 'Prince' who was still able to shout at this time, crawling on the bench like a dead man, and didn't respond for a long time.

"Prince—!" Goddess Jingyao moved, and quickly flashed from where she was standing to the center of the square.

The elder in white stretched out his hand to stop her, "Ma'am—please don't obstruct the whipping. The 'Prince' just didn't let it go, just wait a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "cough cough" in embarrassment. The "prince" who had been motionless squirmed twice, rolled his eyes and looked weakly in the direction of his mother.

"Son!" The Godmother softened her knees on the spot in distress.

"There are still sixteen lashes——" the elder in white is strict in enforcing the law, and there is no room for mercy, "Madam, please step back—the old man will act quickly!"

"My lord --!!!" Mother Jingyao begged and looked in Di Yao's direction.

"Prince Tianlong, if you can't even stand thirty 'hitting the whip', you don't have to live!" Di Yao replied coldly.He still finds it strange that his nine sons were all born with strong bodies with excellent muscles and bones and extraordinary talents, especially the 'Prince Bojun', who has the fullest dragon soul. Well, it's really not that he can't even stand his own whip? !

How did they know that the wound from the whip was an external injury, of course the 'Prince' could withstand it, but the coercion of the 'Dragon God' kept oppressing his internal organs while he was injured, the reason why he vomited blood was completely unbearable Live the power of the 'Dragon God'!

If he doesn't leave this 'Dragon Temple' quickly, within half an hour, his soul will definitely escape from that dragon body.

Xiao Jin's father looked at the 'Prince' who had become a blood man from a distance, and the suppressed anger in his heart was relieved a little at this moment.However, he quietly looked back at the outside of the 'Dragon God Temple', Bai Poor was outside the hall, although he couldn't see it, he should be able to hear it - the painful cry of the fake prince, the real Bai Han.

Outside the hall, Bai Poor, who was waiting quietly with the rest of Jin Sheng's family, suddenly raised his silently drooping eyes. He just felt a strong "dragon god's majesty", as if a pair of eyes were in front of thousands of sentient beings. All of a sudden, it swept over his head and found his existence.

With a sound of 'Plop', Bai Poor immediately knelt down, forming a dragon seal with his hands, and silently chanted the 'Ancient Dragon Clan's Words'...