Chapitre 372: Smashing Rocks on Thin Chests, Shocking Winter Grass with Shamelessness

The girl's tattered leather robes were slightly thin. They were crushed beneath the heavy elongated rock, and it looked like they would break into pieces together with her tiny frame. One could not help but worry when they saw this.

A ragged looking man in tattered robes stood beside the bench. His expression was wooden and his eyes were filled with fear. He lifted the hammer in his hands up high, but did not seem like he could bring himself to lower it.

The crowd watching turned their heads away, not daring to watch. Some people tried to stop him concernedly while some could not speak due to nervousness. Others stared at the sight excitedly.

The white dog beneath the bench sprawled on its front legs.

"Smashing a rock on her chest?"