Qiaoqiao's Wounds
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 prickly 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.