Mo Lian's Pain
編輯: Henyee Translations
It didn't take long for Fan Qiuhe to completely turn into a living monster, completely casting off the outer form of a human.
Mo Lian stared frigidly at this monstrosity and uttered in an ice-cold voice, "You look too disgusting!"
"Kill him!" At Mo Lian's order, the Little Despot snapped his fingers, and a colossal palm formed by rocks smacked down on Fan Qiuhe.
*Boom!!* All of Fan Qiuhe's tentacles got squashed into mincemeat, and he got assaulted by immense pain, howling with tragic screams.
Fan Gu slumped limply to the floor.
She didn't expect these young people to be so horrifyingly powerful.
She still wasn't able to escape from this dungeon even after administering Fan Qiuhe her strongest drug!
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Your Highness the Crown Prince! It has nothing to do with me. We were also acting at someone else's request! Crown Prince Consort! Crown Prince Consort…"