"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao?" By the time Mo Lian discovered her abnormal condition, Qiaoqiao's body had already become extremely cold to the touch. It was as if she had been encased in the coldest of ice, and even touching her skin gave a bone-piercing chill.
"Don't be scared, it'll be alright. Qiaoqiao?" Mo Lian ignited a wisp of fire spirit in his hand and injected it into Qiao Mu's body to help her stabilize her chaotic internal energy.
Qiao Mu was currently raving, "You won't be able to beat me to death, you won't be able to beat me to death."
"A whip? Why do I feel pain?"
"If I feel pain, then why am I not dying? Why haven't I died yet?"
"It hurts, it hurts, the whip, wuu…" Qiao Mu curled herself up into a ball on the brocade divan like a tiny shrimp. Meanwhile, her delicate brows had knitted together.
Mo Lian was distraught when he heard this. "Qiaoqiao, who hit you? Who?"
