My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 2058

Chapter 2058: Qiaoqiao’s Wounds

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“No person can torture me like in the past! Manipulate me! Enslave me! Destroy me! Fan Qiuhe, you cannot! Fan Gu, you cannot either! Even Heaven and Earth! Cannot!”

Qiao Mu uttered these words while gripping her barbed vine whip, just like how she was surrounded by a p.r.i.c.kly atmosphere right now, stopping everybody from coming close.

Those aloof and beautiful eyes were now unconsciously clouded over.

Mo Lian, Feng Chen, the Little Despot, Dao Wuji, the Peony Immortal, the Gingko Immortal, etc., were all in a trance as they looked at the little lady before them.

“Do it!!”

!!

“Auntie, don’t! Auntie, no, don’t! AH—” When the sharp iron hook cut open his abdomen, Fan Qiuhe felt inundated by the scent of blood.

So getting your body cut open felt like this…

A malevolent glint spilled out from Fan Gu’s eyes, and she quickly administered a handful of medicinal powder into Fan Qiuhe’s body.

The medicinal powder sizzled in his blood and was quickly absorbed.

Fan Qiuhe’s limbs were bound by the bronze cuffs, but his body was spasming from the intense torture as he let out uncontrollable howls.

“He’er, He’er! Hang in there! He’er! Only we ourselves are able to avenge this blood debt! He’er!!” Fan Gu screamed at the top of her lungs as she stared fixedly at Fan Qiuhe.

She could not let these people walk out alive. She must have them all die here!

Qiao Mu was the only expressionless person present.

In contrast, Mo Lian, Feng Chen, the Little Despot, and them all gazed apathetically at the monster struggling on the iron bed.

Fan Qiuhe’s body had mutated. In just a few short minutes, countless flaccid tentacles had sprouted out from his body.

It was like octopus genes had fused with his body, but it looked even more like he was zombifying while alive.

A gloomy green light surfaced in his eyes, and he kept howling raspily as he broke free from the bronze cuffs.

The vine whip in Qiao Mu’s hand shot out and hit Fan Qiuhe’s neck.

“You monster! Go die!” A confinement talisman matrix made up of several dozen talismans instantly confined Fan Qiuhe firmly to the iron bed.

By this time, around 18 tentacles had wormed out from Fan Qiuhe’s body, and they lashed out wildly at Mo Lian, the Little Despot, and the others.

However, unfortunately, these newly grown tentacles were truly too weak*ss against a bunch of people whose average cultivation was above the venerable spirit realm.

Dao Wuji chopped off countless tentacles with a big slash of his blade.

Qiao Mu’s whip landed heavily on Fan Qiuhe’s face and tore off his flesh without showing him any pity. Only a murky abyss permeated her chilly eyes.

“AHHHHH!!” Fan Qiuhe felt his entire body flooded by pain, and he could no longer express in words how much his body was hurting.

Every time a tentacle got chopped off, it felt akin to chopping his limb, sc.r.a.ping his flesh, and shaving his skin!

“Monster.” Qiao Mu gazed coldly at him, and from her long green vine whip extended a pointy ice sword, which then abruptly pierced Fan Qiuhe’s chest.

Before Fan Qiuhe could break free of the bronze cuff around his foot, his entire body collapsed back onto the iron bed, with the tentacles all wriggling.

Those eerie and horrifying, flaccid tentacles were sprouting out from his chest and even his head.