Chapter 250: The Daily Life of the Demon Lord Princess Consort Chapter 250: Don't Stammer First, Speak Properly

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The words had barely left her lips when Qianqian shouted toward Outside: "Someone, quickly bring a basin of salt water for this young lady!"

Not long after, a nimble little palace maid brought in a basin full of salt water with quick hands and feet, placing it on the table inside the room.,

Qianqian softly said: "Soak my whip in it!" The little palace maid beside her quickly agreed, carefully took the exquisite whip, coiled it into a bundle, and slowly placed it into the wooden basin filled with water.

At this moment, all preparations were complete, and Qianqian had almost wolfed down the food on the table like wind sweeping away clouds. After letting out a resounding burp in satisfaction, she set down her bowl and chopsticks contentedly, took light steps, and walked toward the black-clothed person bound to the large tree.

As she drew near, Qianqian looked closely and found the black-clothed person still unconscious, not yet awake.

So she stepped forward and gently patted the black-clothed person's cheeks, calling softly: "Wake up!" But no matter how Qianqian slapped and called, the black-clothed person remained completely unresponsive, like a fierce beast in deep sleep.

Seeing this, Qianqian slightly furrowed her eyebrows and instructed the little eunuchs behind her: "You go wake him up." Upon receiving the order, the little eunuchs responded immediately and hurried forward one after another.

Some pinched the black-clothed person's arm hard, trying to wake him through pain; others raised their hands without mercy and slapped his face hard. For a moment, all sorts of methods were used at once, and the scene became rather chaotic.

Qianqian standing beside could not bear such rough conduct, and turned her head away, secretly thinking in her heart whether these little eunuchs were being too heavy-handed.

Just then, the black-clothed person suddenly let out a shrill scream—"Ow!" It turned out that under the stimulation of intense pain, he finally woke up.

The black-clothed person slowly regained consciousness, his head terribly dizzy, feeling that everything before his eyes was blurry. He blinked hard, trying to make his vision clearer. After seeing the surroundings clearly, his face was full of bewilderment, his heart filled with doubt and confusion.

He tried hard to recall what had happened before, and the figure of a little girl gradually emerged in his mind. Just now, that little girl had stood before him, and then... then what exactly had happened?

Why had he suddenly lost consciousness? Just as he was racking his brains, a light footstep sound came, immediately followed by that familiar voice again: "Hi, hello!"

The black-clothed person abruptly raised his head, his gaze falling directly on the newcomer. When he saw clearly that it was indeed that little girl, he was so shocked he opened his mouth wide, stammering: "You, you, you..."

Seeing this, Qianqian couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasing: "Don't stammer first, speak properly!"

The black-clothed person took a deep breath, slightly calmed his emotions, and then noticed he was currently bound hand and foot to a chair. He snorted coldly and said stubbornly: "Kill or cut as you please, don't even think of extracting half a true word from my mouth!"

Qianqian curled the corner of her mouth, revealing a sly smile, and replied: "Oh ho, your mouth is still tough! But don't forget, you have no poison hidden in your teeth, and I reckon you wouldn't dare bite your tongue to commit suicide, otherwise you'd already be dead, how could you still have the chance to act tough here with me?"

Hearing this, the black-clothed person was startled in his heart, never expecting his thoughts to be exposed in a single word by this seemingly weak little girl. But he still forced himself to stay calm, pressed his lips tightly shut, and refused to say another word.

Seeing this, Qianqian turned her head and shouted behind her: "Mantou, bring me my whip!"

The black-clothed person secretly thought in his heart: I'd like to see what tricks she can pull, it's just a whip after all, can it really do anything to me?

Not long after, Mantou was seen walking over holding a long whip with both hands. Qianqian took the whip, gently stroking the whip body, a smug smile on her face. Then she shook her wrist, the whip like a spirit snake drawing an arc in the air, bringing a sharp wind sound as it lashed hard at the black-clothed person.

The black-clothed person was caught off guard, only managing to let out a muffled groan, when a deep bloody mark instantly appeared on his body.

Next, the long whip in Qianqian's hand lashed down on the black-clothed person's body one whip after another like a sudden storm. Every whip that fell left a shocking bloody mark on his body.

As time passed, the black-clothed person had already been beaten until his skin was torn and flesh mangled, covered in wounds, but he still gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single plea for mercy.

Even Qianqian, who was usually ruthless, was moved by this, secretly praising in her heart: "This fellow really is a tough guy!" So she stopped swinging the whip in her hand, turned her head and shouted to Mantou beside her: "Go, bring me the basin of water."

Mantou quickly responded, swiftly bringing a basin of clear water before Qianqian. Qianqian reached out to hold the whip, soaked it in the salt water, then suddenly raised it again and lashed down hard at the black-clothed person.

This strike was like thunder and lightning, only to hear the black-clothed person finally unable to endure such intense pain, letting out an extremely shrill scream. The scream echoed through the clouds, as if it would pierce the heavens.

Qianqian was startled by this sudden cry, quickly reaching out with both hands to rub her ears, complaining: "Ai yai, screaming so loudly, really annoying! Shiyi!"

The words had not yet faded when a black shadow like a ghost instantly flashed beside Qianqian. Everyone present was startled; none of them had noticed that originally there had always been a highly skilled dark guard hidden by Qianqian's side.

Qianqian looked at the suddenly appearing Shiyi and instructed: "Quick, seal his mouth, so he won't keep wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves, deafening people!"

Hearing this, Shiyi nodded slightly, then produced a dirty rag from somewhere and without hesitation stuffed it into the black-clothed person's mouth.

In an instant, the world seemed to quiet down, except for occasionally hearing the black-clothed person's muffled sobs from pain, there was no other sound.

Qianqian at this moment seemed somewhat exhausted; she lightly shook her hand and said to Shiyi: "Alright, leave the rest to you, this young lady is exhausted." After speaking, she handed the whip in her hand to Shiyi.

Shiyi respectfully took the whip, without a word continued to carry out the punishment. Only to see him skillfully dip the whip into water, then swing hard, accurately striking the black-clothed person's body.