My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker - Chapter 2056

Chapter 2056: Qiaoqiao’s Revenge (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The part of the iron rod that snapped hit the wall and ricocheted back, tumbling to Qiao Mu’s feet.

“Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao.” Feng Chen started to worry about her emotional state, since she was almost acting as if she was possessed. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to his side, soothingly repeating, “Alright, it’s fine, Qiaoqiao! Calm down, Qiaoqiao.”

*Bang!* The door to the dungeon got kicked open again.

Mo Lian, the Little Despot, and the others were dragging a bloodied person whose original facial features could not be discerned down the stairs.

Afterwards followed Tung and the young men in black who were towing along a bunch of beaten-up Clear Sky Faction disciples who only knew to groan and shriek.

!!

Qiao Mu once again took out an iron rod from her inner world and rushed up without hesitation. She violently started beating up the bloodied person on the ground without room for objection!

“Puh.” The person on the floor came to and revealed a maliciousness through her veiled face. “Bi-B*tch!”

Mo Lian’s gaze turned sharp, and a thread of black fire landed on the old woman’s face, promptly causing her to yelp and blubber from the burning.

Qiao Mu watched the old woman roll back and forth on the floor, and a clear scene suddenly surfaced from the depths of her memory.

She remembered, she remembered now!

In her previous life, she had indeed seen this old hag in Fan Qiuhe’s experiment room.

This old hag was an apothecary!

The reason Fan Qiuhe sought out apothecaries to study their medicinal power was all to augment this old hag’s superpower!

In her previous life, this duo had caused Duanmu Qing much misery.

Wrath consumed Qiao Mu’s heart, and she raised her rod reticently, ruthlessly beating up the old woman once more.

The rancor in her heart had manifested uncontrollably into a tangible blade that stabbed into this old woman’s body.

Cold sweat streamed down Fan Gu’s body.

She was actually feeling a eerie sense of terror!

The interior of the entire dungeon was isolated and quiet.

At Mo Lian’s signaling gaze, Tung and the young men in black quickly entered every cell and rescued the battered and dying people inside, one after another.

They also set down the men and women tied to the pillars and momentarily carried them to the side.

Qiao Mu turned around, and her gaze landed on that icy iron bed in the middle. She suddenly ordered sternly, “Put him on there!”

Fan Qiuhe’s entire body started shaking uncontrollably, and he screeched as if he was suffering a seizure, “You, what do you want? Qiao Mu, what are you doing, you?!!”

Yet Tung and the others ignored him and without another word, dragged Fan Qiuhe, who was acting like a dead dog, to that iron bed and pushed him down on it.

There were four bronze cuffs at the edge of the iron bed that conveniently bound Fan Qiuhe’s hands and feet.

“Ah!” Fan Qiuhe had probably never imagined that he, who had always been experimenting on other people, would one day be the one on the chopping block, bound to this iron bed!

Qiao Mu took down in passing a hook that was hanging on the wall. An extremely faint smile curled up on her lips as she looked at the old woman on the floor who was struggling at death’s door.

Fan Gu felt her heart plunge into cold water.

“Hold it!” Tung shouted and shoved that iron hook into Fan Gu’s hands. He lifted her up and thrust her to the iron bed next to Fan Qiuhe.

Fan Gu started shaking uncontrollably.

Miss Qiao clapped her hands delightedly. “Alright, you can start your performance.”

The hook in Fan Gu’s hands nearly dropped to the ground.