"Mfhmphph!!" The tied-up woman let out unintelligible muffled sounds.
After setting up a sound-isolating defensive boundary, Qiao Mu finally nodded in her direction.
Ao'ye then took out the rag stuffing Courtesan Zheng's mouth.
Correct, the person tied up in the center of the ninth floor of the pagoda was that Courtesan Zheng who had once been lavished with royal favor but who had now fallen into the depths of the mire.
While the pygmy tied up beside Courtesan Zheng was precisely the Sir Black Cat that the crown prince had captured alive.
At this moment, this Sir Black Cat didn't have a single piece of intact flesh, and he had long been tortured until he was barely breathing, merely clinging on to his last breath.
Was it unexpected? Are you surprised?
Qiao Mu, with a snigger drifting past her lips, pattered over with shorts steps to Courtesan Zheng.
