Chapter 353 Extra - Talent Show 3
The selected student No. 21 escaped very quickly.
In just a moment, the distance between him and Leng Banqing exceeded the limit of her whip.
No. 21 took the time to look back and confirmed that he had run to a safe distance, and he felt relieved.
But the next second, he widened his eyes in horror and saw that Leng Banqing's whip actually became longer in the air!
The whip grew longer much faster than he could run. He didn't even have time to react before he was knocked to the ground.
"ah!!!"
Middle-aged men No. 21 and No. 38 ended up in the same situation.
However, one was beaten from the front and the other was beaten from the back, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that they both fell to the ground groaning.
After whipping No. 21, the whip fell to the ground like a living thing, wrapped around No. 21's legs and dragged him back.
Leng Banqing hit him again to warn the students.
"No one can escape from me, so be quiet."
She picked a number at random, "Number 20, you count."
Number 20 is a tall male star with well-developed muscles and looks very powerful.
When he heard his own number, his face turned grim. After he heard that it was just a count, he recovered a little.
After thinking for a while, No. 20 walked forward and gave Leng Banqing a smile that he had practiced many times and which best highlighted his charm.
"Teacher Leng." He lowered his voice, sounding even deeper and more magnetic, bewitching, "I am number 20."
How about it! Are you moved when you see such a handsome man like me?
Do you have the urge to follow unspoken rules? bring it on! He can't wait to go through the back door!
Leng Banqing paused, squinted his eyes and looked at him with an ambiguous expression.
Number 20 thought her beauty trick had worked, and was about to smile smugly and seduce her further when she heard her say:
"Don't worry, wait until you finish beating him, then it will be your turn next."
Number 20's expression, which was about to smile or not, suddenly froze on his face, looking a little funny.
He quickly refused, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant..."
It’s not that he can’t accept some erotic fun, but the whip in her hand is simply an instrument of torture!
He can't agree to this, or he will die!
"Report your number."
Leng Banqing interrupted him coldly, with an authoritarian tone as if she was just informing him and not discussing anything with him.
Number 20 slowly clenched his fists and stared at the expression on her face, pondering it.
After making sure that she really wasn't joking and didn't seem to be changing her mind, his eyes immediately turned sinister.
Since there is no room for maneuver, why bother pretending to be a grandson!
If you don’t resist, no one will survive!
Number 20 raised his arms and shouted to the people behind him.
"She's alone, and there are so many of us. If we all attack her together, are we afraid we won't be able to defeat her?"
Leng Banqing did not stop him from instigating others to cause trouble, and let him jump around like a monkey.
The players did not respond to No. 20's call immediately, and looked at each other hesitantly.
The main reason is that Leng Banqing's whip is too powerful. Even if everyone joins forces to deal with her, someone will inevitably get whipped.
Generally speaking, the person who gets whipped is definitely the one who rushes to the front.
No one wanted to be the one to get spanked, so everyone stood still.
Number 20 gritted his teeth and decided that he would not sacrifice the child to catch the wolf, and shouted:
"I'll be the first one to go! Think carefully, if you don't resist now, she will beat you to death later! Sixty lashes! Who among you can withstand it?"
The abacus in his mind was clattering.
If he rushed over now, as long as someone helped him, he would only get two or three whips at most before Leng Banqing was subdued.
Although two or three lashes would certainly not be pleasant, it was better than sixty lashes!
Number 20 weighed the pros and cons clearly, turned around, pretended to be ready to die with a righteous look, and rushed towards Leng Banqing.
When the players behind him saw him rushing forward, some of them couldn't help but be tempted.
Look at Leng Banqing again, a frail woman. If they pounce on her at the same time, they can drown her!
This thing has a high chance of success, let’s do it!
After the first one, there was the second, the third... In a blink of an eye, more than twenty men swarmed towards Leng Banqing.
"Fuck her!"
"Don't let this little bitch get so arrogant!"
“Go!”
Looking at the scene on the big screen where the strength of the two sides seemed to be very different, Yu Ke was not worried about Leng Banqing at all.
On the contrary, she has already begun to sympathize in advance with those simple players who seem to have a good chance of winning.
This is a naive idea that only new players would have, thinking that they can win by numbers.
Any player who has completed a dungeon will never have such an idea.
The subsequent developments were exactly as Yu Ke had expected.
Faced with more than twenty adult men who were much stronger than her, Leng Banqing remained calm.
She swung the whip again, and with just one whip, she knocked all the people to the ground.
They lost their ability to move in an instant, and screams filled the air.
The fighting power displayed by Leng Banqing made the pupils of the other players who did not take action behind them tremble, their legs tremble, and their faces were full of fear.
No one dared to think of resisting anymore.
Leng Banqing used a whip to pull out No. 20.
At this time, No. 20 not only had wounds on his body, but also had blood all over his mouth. When the whip hit him, several of his teeth were knocked out.
"Report your number."
Number 20, who had been severely beaten, climbed up from the ground tremblingly and stood up straight, not daring to disobey at all.
"One..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the wound on his mouth was affected. The pain made his face distorted, but he could only continue reading.
"two……"
Every time he called out a number, number 21 would be hit.
No. 21, who was lying on the ground and still screaming "Ahhhhhhhh", was completely silent after seven or eight whippings.
This made everyone present feel terrified and some even felt desperate and grief-stricken.
After lashing him out ten times, Leng Banqing stopped, but it was not out of kindness.
"This one is dead. Number 20, it's your turn."
Number 20's tears and snot started flowing, and he fell to his knees on the ground with weak legs, begging for mercy.
"Please, please let me go... I'm willing to do anything as long as you let me go..."
Just ten lashes were enough to kill a person!
No. 20 didn't think his physical fitness was much better than No. 21's, and he estimated that he would be finished in ten strokes.
But he doesn't want to die!
Number 20 looks really pitiful now, and some players couldn't help but show anger and compassion.
The barrage of comments was celebrating, and at the same time exposed the true identity of No. 20.
[This idiot deserves it!] 】
[It was so cool to watch!] Goddess Qing, please show mercy and let him live longer, so that she can torture him for a longer time! 】
[Who is this? Is there any sister who can explain it to me? 】
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