The stench of muddy water mixed with a fishy smell wafted into Qiao Yuan's nostrils and mouth. Her tail spasmed incessantly, but she couldn't vomit anything because she couldn't even breathe!
Not to mention, Qiao He was holding her hair tightly, pressing her head down in an extremely indifferent manner to prevent her from getting up.
Glug glug...
Glug glug glug...
Qiao He silently counted down in her mind, controlling the limits of human physiology. Just as Qiao Yuan was about to die, Qiao He suddenly grabbed her head.
"Ha...ha! Ugh...cough cough cough!"
Qiao Yuan suddenly vomited out a lot of filthy mud and dirty water, as well as various disgusting mucus from her nostrils and stomach.
At this moment, Qiao Yuan was in an extremely disheveled state.
Because she was struggling to breathe, the stitches in her mouth had actually come undone.
However, this approach is a last resort, as one cannot breathe without opening their mouth wide, but opening their mouth wide will aggravate the wound.
Clearly, Qiao Yuan chose the former.
If she hadn't done that, she would have suffocated to death just now.
Qiao He stared at her coldly and said in a chilling voice, "It's a real pity that there's only water now, not the high temperature of 60 or 70 degrees Celsius. Otherwise, I would really like to see you die of heatstroke under the sun."
Qiao Yuan trembled all over. She looked at Qiao He in fear and cried out almost pleadingly, "I...I was wrong...I was wrong, sister, dear sister! I'm your sister! Even if you don't consider the Lin family your home, but...but I have a different kind of blood flowing in my veins!"
Qiao Yuan wanted to say something, but Qiao He slapped her so hard that three of her teeth flew out, and the wound on her already cracked lip became even more serious, as if her upper and lower lips were about to split open.
Fresh blood gushed out, and Qiao Yuan screamed in pain, crying loudly.
Qiao Yimu's heart tightened, and the corners of his eyes reddened, filled with deep hatred for Qiao He: "Sister!"
"Yuanyuan...! Yuanyuan!" Mr. and Mrs. Qiao cried out. They were also scratched all over by the kittens and were so badly injured that they were paralyzed on the ground and could not even get up.
Qiao Erlin and Qiao Sansen were also covered in wounds, and were pinned to the ground by Qiao Bu and Qiao Li.
Qiao Erlin spewed profanities, "Qiao He! You bitch! How dare you bully my sister like this! You deserve to die a horrible death! Go to hell!"
"Qiao He! If you dare kill my sister, I promise I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
"You slut! You whore! Qiao He, you've been... Ah!!!"
Before Qiao Erlin could finish speaking, Qiao Li scratched his lip with her claw.
Crimson blood gushed out instantly, and the intense pain rendered Qiao Erlin speechless for a moment, leaving only endless wails.
Qiao Yimu almost ground his teeth to powder. He glared fiercely at Qiao He, then looked at Bo Shiwu, trying to escape from under Bo Shiwu's feet.
But he failed, because it felt as if something was holding him down tightly all over his body.
He couldn't even move a finger. The man had clearly only stepped on his back, but he felt as if he were being crushed by a boulder, completely unable to move an inch.
What the hell is going on!?
Has Thin Mist also awakened supernatural abilities?!
But how is that possible!
He, Qiao Yimu, is the chosen one; in a novel, he would be a top-tier male protagonist, a true overlord.
Besides, he awakened an extremely rare healing ability.
Yes, yes... impossible, Bo Shiwu couldn't possibly have superpowers.
Qiao Yimu kept hypnotizing himself and then tried to find a way to escape. He tried to stab Bo Shiwu's leg hard with his scalpel, but he still couldn't move.
A terrifying crushing...
This was the first time Qiao Yimu had felt fear. He felt like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of Bo Shiwu and Qiao He.
Think of a way! Think of a way quickly!
Qiao Yimu looked anxiously at his younger sister, Yuanyuan... she was the sister he had protected for over ten years!
How dare that bitch Qiao He treat her like this!
Qiao Yimu swore that he would make sure Qiao He died without a burial place!
Pfft!
Qiao Yimu was stomped hard by Bo Shiwu, and his internal organs were ruptured. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of sweet and foul blood.
What... what's going on?
Is this the strength of a normal adult male?
A sudden wave of fear washed over Qiao Yimu, his eyes widening as a chill crept up his spine.
He felt like he was about to die.
They were trampled to death by the thin fog!
"No...no!"
Qiao Yimu stared wide-eyed. He wanted to call for help, but everyone around him was useless. Even his sister was too busy to help herself, let alone come to his rescue.
How did it become like this...
They could have had a brighter future!
At that moment, Qiao He suddenly said coldly, "Bo Shiwu, spare his life."
Bo Shiwu frowned slightly, but before she could speak, she heard Qiao He coldly say, "I want him to watch Qiao Yuan die with his own eyes."
The three Qiao brothers were shocked!
They could hardly believe their ears; Qiao He had actually said those words.
Is this still the same Qiao He who only knows how to smile gently and try to please them with clumsy words and actions?
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