My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 2955 Make an Example

Chapter 2955 Make an Example

"He has already secured a place for the Lunisolar Secret Realm."
"Ever since he acquired the identity tablet for the Lunisolar Secret Realm, he has enjoyed the protection of the Sun Moon Divine Hall." The Holy Son raised his hand deliberately and spoke with a cold edge. "Until he departs for the Lunisolar Secret Realm, he is untouchable."
Qiao Mu's eyes fell upon Holy Son Miyan, and her previously impassive expression turned frigid.
Holy Son Miyan recognized that the young woman before him possessed eyes as serene as a tranquil well, resembling ice pearls resting within two glacial pools, slowly sinking into a dark abyss.
Her gaze was unyielding, cold, and devoid of any glimmer of light.
On what basis?
Throughout her past life and this one, was she wrong to stand up to anyone who sought to trample on her?
On what basis?
Whenever she retaliated, there would invariably be individuals who emerged, resembling righteous envoys, chastising her for employing cruel methods.
Was it her fault? Was it entirely her fault?
Was it wrong for her to fight back and protect herself?
When she was the weaker party, how many among the relatives and friends of these so-called experts sympathized with her and offered their support? It was nothing but absurd!
"Qiaoqiao, what's on your mind?" Mo Lian swiftly noticed that his wife's demeanor had shifted and quickly approached to draw her close. He gently patted her back, trying to offer solace.
"Qiaoqiao, don't let your imagination run wild. Let me handle this, alright?" He gently lifted her delicate chin with one hand, ensuring her eyes met his as he spoke.
His presence emanated warmth, as though the snow surrounding him had dissolved.
Qiao Mu regained her composure and gazed up at Mo Lian.
When Mo Lian observed his slender figure reflected in her clear eyes, his heart eased somewhat. With a solemn expression, he called out, "Little Seven."
A resounding roar, akin to that of a fierce dragon, erupted.
A dazzling, golden radiance suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.
As they gradually acclimated to the brilliant golden light emitted by the array and cautiously opened their eyes, they beheld a golden dragon coiled before them. With a swift sweep of its tail, the dragon propelled Su Xikang, who had been hiding behind Mo Xikang, soaring through the air.
Under the force of its tremendous momentum, Su Xihua crashed into a fence on the opposite side, sending a section of it crumbling with a sharp crack.
Dazed and spitting blood, he collapsed to the ground, his gaze growing increasingly fearful as he peered at Mo Lian and Qiao Mu.
Were these two individuals truly human?
He had already conceded defeat, so why did they persist in trying to harm him?
In truth, there had been no profound enmity between them. His actions had merely been rash, and he had foolishly sought confrontation with the stoic young woman.
But even after enduring a thrashing that left him coughing up blood and embarrassed, why did they continue to pursue him?
Why didn't this couple follow the expected pattern?
Mo Lian issued a chilling command, "Finish him, Little Seven."
This troublesome fellow had pushed his Qiaoqiao to the brink of entering a frenzied state once again. He deserved no mercy.
The golden dragon promptly reared its head, releasing a furious roar. It ignited a scorching, red flame that swept across the ground in the direction of Su Xihua.
"Please, don't… don't kill me. Big Bro, save me, Big Bro!" Su Xihua pleaded desperately, writhing in agony.