Deficit

He Xuan glanced at Lu You again, "Follow me."

After receiving the amnesty, Lu You could finally straighten his waist, which was about to break. Seeing that He Yi had turned around, he hurriedly followed.He remembered Mousse's education, maintaining a perfect body no matter what time it was.Therefore, I didn't dare to move my sore muscles and bones a little bit, I just straightened my back and followed.

He Yi opened a cabinet, and Lu You felt his skin tighten. There were all kinds of whips in the cabinet, but He Yi didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a cane whip, motioning for Lu You to inspect it. After a glance, it was indeed number A11, but he said respectfully, "Yes."

He Yi stopped talking, took the rattan whip that Lu You handed over with both hands, held the handle in his palm, and signaled him to turn around.

Tu Qianmo watched Lu You's performance in the surveillance with a playful expression.Sure enough, he was brought out by Mousse, who obeyed the rules but never respected them, just like Mousse himself.

Lu You stood still in the corner, with his feet spread apart, slightly narrower than his shoulders, his head in his hands, and his waist slightly bowed.It was the posture of being beaten that he had been taught, and Lu You knew that he was afraid of it.Regarding the sharp and slender instruments of torture, he has too many bad memories.

He Xuan held the handle of the whip in his hand, and Lu You's shirt was wrinkled together at the shoulder blades. He stepped forward and tried to flatten Lu You's shirt, and he took a step, but saw Lu You's shoulders shrank subconsciously, a Cold sweat rolled down her graceful neck.Lu You immediately apologized very cautiously, "I'm sorry, please punish me." Fortunately, there were only three slaps.

He Yi whipped the whip very neatly, and the fierce whip hit Lu You firmly on the back. Even though he gritted his teeth to suppress the moan, Lu You still forced himself to say "one" very obediently.

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"call out!"

The rattan whip bit Lu You's back with strong wind, "Uh—two!"

Lu You had no choice but to grab his hair with his index fingers crossed and his hands holding his head. He clamped his head tightly with his arms. He finally understood why everyone was so afraid of Kadi's training classroom.The pain is not terrible, the terrible thing is that the pain becomes a ritual.

He Yan's third whip was not in a hurry, he was a very experienced teacher, at this moment, he just put the tail of the whip on Lu You's scar just now.The white shirt was squeezed on Lu You's back, and He Yan judged the effectiveness of this education from the twitch of his muscles.

Lu You was very dutiful, and He Xing stopped dropping the whip, so he stabilized his body even more, recited aloud the infallible teaching regulations, and thanked the teacher for his lessons with an extremely humble attitude.Tu Qianmo listened to Lu You's response with a very high-fidelity bass earphone, "Sting!", and the last stroke of the vine whip pierced the air halfway through Lu You's confession. .

A scream forced Tu Qianmo to throw away the sky-high priced earphones that he had specially ordered. Lu You's cotton shirt was scratched, and there were superimposed scars, but they couldn't be seen clearly.

He Yi retracted the rattan whip with his backhand, Lu You put his hands down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, teacher."

Tu Qianmo was amazed that he was still able to stand still with such strength, his eyes swept away unintentionally, but he saw Lu You's right hand clenched tightly in the frequency division monitoring, re-calling the screen, slow playback, he was in so much pain that he was about to die Hair tugged down.

It's unreasonable that Tu Qianmo's heart suddenly became agitated.

Lu You absolutely did not expect to see Tu Qianmo before the confinement, and He Yuan also did not expect that he would really just come in like this.However, Lu You's head hadn't rusted yet, he was clever and even a little obedient, maintaining an unusually humble standing posture and lowered his head.

Tu Qianmo stretched out his hand, his face sank like water, without saying a word.

Lu You's brain was short of oxygen for a moment, and the injury on his back was still grim. He really didn't want to add another crime to himself for disobeying Qianmo, not to mention, there was still a three-hour confinement waiting for him.

He Yi touched him lightly, and signaled, "Hair."

Lu You couldn't help frowning. It turned out that he was the only one who thought that they hadn't seen it. However, after all, things were still developing in the direction he expected. He hesitated, but knew that he had no choice but to hold the one in his hand. The strands of hair were handed over to Tu Qianmo.

Lu You stretched out his arm and spread his palm, but Tu Qianmo didn't reach out to take it, and he didn't know what to do. The two of them were in a stalemate, not daring to raise his head. You know, he has neither the position nor the qualification to speak.

Tu Qianmo's voice was full of superior scrutiny, "Didn't your full-time teacher teach you to hand things with both hands?"

"I'm sorry, yes." How long the man's hair can be, handing it with both hands, Lu You knows that this is making things difficult.However, he still opened his palm, put his index finger, middle finger and ring finger together, brushed the hair in his right hand, and held both hands in front of Tu Qianmo.

Tu Qianmo picked it up casually, and Lu You felt that his movements seemed to be clutching half a chicken feather. Tu Qianmo stared at his lip that was bitten because of the pain, "Didn't your full-time teacher tell you that protecting yourself may Every part that is noticed by the public, is the work ethic."

Lu You was stunned, and subconsciously licked the inner wall of his mouth that was bleeding from his bite, but Tu Qianmo suddenly raised his jaw with two fingers, "It's your job to protect the place that the public can't see." Duty."

Lu You didn't even have time to answer, he had already turned around, but stopped suddenly when he reached the door, and said flatly, "Tell Mu Si for me that his education is very unqualified."

"brush!"

Everyone couldn't see the expression under the mask of the man with the whip in his hand, they just imagined that he should look the same at any time.Classy and calm.A knight is a trainer who brings aesthetic training to the extreme, especially the skill of using the whip.

"7.00cm. Knight." The host reported the data accurately measured by three surveyors, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.The man under the mask is still calm, the whip in his right hand is steady, and the cigar in his left hand is also burning in an orderly manner.

The [-]cm signalwhips, without the protection of the leather cover at the end of the whip, are said to be specially used for whipping in Singapore.

The male slave kneeling on the ground was obviously very good. With this kind of whip, as long as the same part was hit three times, the skin would be cut like a knife, and now, it was the seventh time.

The blood flowed down his round buttocks. The knight controlled his strength very well, and the slave's performance was also very stable. The trajectory of the blood across the skin was very smooth. In the sixth stroke just now, the slit was six centimeters long. After three strokes of three centimeters, every time the whip is dropped, the length of the crack will increase by one centimeter, only one centimeter.Such precise control is not only a skill, but also depends on the absolute fit between the trainer and the slave.

"8.21 centimeters. Rune." The host reported the data of the trainer on the opposite side.

Whip fighting is originally a game between trainers.Taking one's own slaves for a public performance in a small area is a show and a show.The trainer called rune is also very good, but in this case, the trainer is more important than the psychological quality of the slave.The last whip, in fact, the outcome was decided as early as the fourth whip.But in this game, winning or losing doesn't matter.

Rune swayed his upturned right foot lightly, and the whip was swinging at a fixed frequency beside his feet. He didn't wear a mask, and his smile was his absolute signature.He was originally called, "Smiling Satan." According to the rules, for the last blow, the one behind will strike first, "The last whip, I'll give you a gift, okay?"

Rune's slave trembled slightly, the force of this kind of whip was too great, what's more, since the fourth stroke was broken, each stroke fell on the same scar, although Rune was a gentle master, but on such an occasion , the slave has nothing to say.

Rune stood up from his seat and approached his slave step by step. The fringe on the whip handle trembled slightly, and the eyes of the people in the audience widened, not knowing what he was going to do.

Whip fighting is a game between trainers, and blaming slaves is absolutely despised.Facts have proved that Rune is a professional trainer. His last blow was not with the whip, but with the tail of the whip. He held the whip to drop the whip, but shook it in the air and flipped his wrist at will. He put the handle of the whip in his palm, dipped in the slave's blood and swiped it casually with the fringe. The slave's buttocks were dotted with blood, like a blooming plum blossom. Rune squatted down and pressed his face against the slave's cheek, "Thank you."

Then he stood up and looked at the knight, "I lost."

The knight didn't respond, just dropped his last whip.

"8.00 centimeters. Cavaliers." The host's announcement has long been meaningless.