Seventh Slap (11)
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
He had already played the role of a physically and mentally exhausted father so brilliantly and had fully immersed himself into it, but Jun Wu Xie was still not moved in the least.
Long Qi gave out a command and two Rui Lin Army soldiers slipped off their horses immediately and quickly came in through the Zephyr Academy's gates. Both the two soldiers were each seen to be holding a wooden paddle six foot long and two inches thick as they had strode in.
At the sight of the two Rui Lin Army soldiers, Ning Rui felt as if his world seemed to be darkening as a sense of ominous premonition filled his heart.
"As per our martial law, the punishment is thirty lashes of the whip, with a hundred paddles." Long Qi said emotionlessly.
Thirty lashes….. One hundred paddles! ?
When all the disciples of the Zephyr Academy heard those numbers, they turned to look at the two big and burly soldiers from the Rui Lin Army, and a tingle crawled over their scalps.