Chapter 1237 - Not Admitting Even in Death
My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
âSikong Fuling.â Suddenly, Qiao Muâs voice drifted into her ears through the wooden cell door.
At the beginning, she thought that she was hallucinating, however...
Someoneâs face entered her sight, triggering her into pouncing over frenziedly. Consequently, she got electrocuted when she grabbed the wooden bars with her hands. She hastily withdrew them as she yowled in fury, âIt really is you! Stoic face! Stoic face! Quickly let me out! Let me out!â
After watching a certain person going ballistic while hopping mad inside the cell, the little stoicâs face turned to look at the crown prince, who ambled over slowly. âHave her released.â
âRelease her.â At the crown princeâs order, two young men in black ran over briskly and pressed a button on the mechanism in the stone wall.
The cell door in front of Sikong Fuling bounced open abruptly.
She then hastily bent her waist and bolted outside to where Qiao Mu and Mo Lian were standing.
âLike I said I didnât capture the stoic face! Are you sick in the head! You locked me up in the dungeon for so many days, f*ck...â Meanwhile, His Highness the Crown Prince simply threw a black robe in Sikong Fulingâs face.
âSo freaking ugly! Quickly put it on! When youâre so ugly, it doesnât matter what parts of your body you reveal.â The crown prince grasped Qiao Muâs small hand gruffly and turned to walk out. âQiaoqiao, I didnât look at her. Such an awful sight.â
Qiao Mu twitched her mouth. She suddenly felt a bit sorry for Sikong Fuling.
Sikong Fuling was indeed quite unlucky. She had no idea whether it was because Sikong Fuling didnât look out while walking, causing her to bump into a capricious and unreasonable fellow like this crown prince.
After Sikong Fuling scolded all 18 generations of the Mo Clanâs ancestors, she roared at the two peopleâs backs, âGive me back my flute.â
She mustâve suffered interminable sh*tty luck for eight lifetimes to have encountered this pair of devils!
The nightmare demonic flute whirled in the air horizontally before landing on Sikong Fulingâs fair, outstretched palm.
They simply angered her to death!
âStoic face, hey, stoic face!â While wrapping that black robe around her, Sikong Fuling leaped in front of Qiao Mu to block her way. âStoic face, Iâm asking you, where exactly did you run off to after we separated that time?â
âAm I very close to you for you to ask this and that.â Qiao Mu cast her an unfeeling glance.
Yet Sikong Fuling was startled, and she said with a frown, âYou heartless stoic face. In any case, we ate wild game and camped together for a night!â
And yet here she was worrying about what troubles she might face by wandering around aimlessly inside the forest.
Recalling something, Sikong Fuling suddenly stretched her hand in front of her eyes and gave a wave. âYour eyes? They can see.â
Qiao Mu maintained her expressionless face, but her heart jolted uncontrollably on the inside.
Could it be...
That period of time when she was bedeviled by the disaster-courting curse, she had encountered Sikong Fuling?
âWhat eyes? Whatâs with your eyes.â When Mo Lian picked up on this piece of information, he drew over Xiao Qiaoâs small hand and looked at her doubtfully.
Although by the time he caught hold of this little fellow, Qiao Mu had actually already recovered half of her five senses.
âDunno what she is talking about,â Qiao Mu deadpanned.
She totally didnât allow other people to perceive the crumbling expression beneath her stoic face.
Donât be kidding her, she was not going to tell anyone that she had lost her five senses and acted like an idiot!
âYou donât remember?â
âYouâre the one who doesnât remember.â Qiao Mu waved her small hand at her. âLeave quickly since weâre letting you go now. If you donât want to go, then go back inside and stay some more!â
Sikong Fuling wanted to smack this stoic face dead!
âIâm starving! You wonât feed me after locking me up for so long?â