Pa! Pa! Pa!
The sound of the whip echoed, but a closer look at the Witch Race Yin Cha being whipped on the ground showed that apart from the more sorrowful cries, his expression was not as tense as before.
When it seemed about right, Hei Wuchang stopped, put away the whip, and looked at the Yin Cha on the ground who was humming but smiling. Hei Wuchang gave him another kick in annoyance.
"Great kick, sir! Brilliant kick, sir!"
The Witch Race Yin Cha on the ground looked ingratiating, panting and flattering.
It wasn't that he had any particular fetish, but because starting from this kick, the matter was considered over.
After all, they were of the same race; even if the bones were broken, the tendons were still connected. Hei Wuchang snorted twice and didn't impose any further punishment, casually grabbing his black robe and putting it on.
You must admit, it's no wonder the Netherworld forces them to wear these clothes; these garments are extraordinary themselves.
