Although Nightingale had undergone professional pain training, the pain during those training sessions was nothing compared to the pain she felt now—it was like scratching an itch.
Just a few lashes in, and Nightingale felt she was about to collapse.
Fortunately, she truly didn't know the message Black Hawk had conveyed to her, otherwise she might have been unable to resist speaking out by now.
"Kill, kill me, let me die!" Nightingale screamed pitifully, not at Yue Qianhui, but at Wang Dadong.
"It's not so easy to die; Empress Sister hasn't had enough fun yet." Wang Dadong's face was brimming with wickedness.
At this moment, Nightingale even felt that Wang Dadong wasn't Huaxia at all but Dong Yin; otherwise, how could he come up with such a cruel method to torture her?
The sound of the whip continued, and Nightingale's anguished screams lasted for a full ten minutes before she stopped screaming.
