Lin Yun was stunned by the scene before him.
The same building as before, Hu Yuling was hung up, her face void of any desire to live, with tear stains still on her face, yet she no longer cried.
The Little Flower Fairy was singing a song, occasionally lashing Hu Yuling with a whip, but it didn't leave any marks on her fair skin.
A Dream Demon wouldn't die or get hurt in dreams, but they could feel pain.
However, for Hu Yuling at this moment, the pain in her flesh had become numb, but the humiliation and sadness in her heart were denser than her Demonic Qi.
If I am guilty, I'd accept even death, but why must I be whipped on the buttocks by people one after another?
Wuu wuu wuu…
She had lived for so many years and had never suffered such humiliation.
"Little Flower?"
After getting over his surprise, Lin Yun called out to the Little Flower Fairy somewhat bewilderedly.
