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My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Chapter 179: Hostage
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Qiao Mu waded through the water toward Duan Yue.

“How did you get tied here? Where’s Murong Xun?” Qiao Mu looked at Duan Yue with incomprehension. She reached for the rope around his wrist and lightly tugged.

It was quite comical actually. After Mentor Murong escaped from the Spirit Binding Rope, she tied Duan Yue to the tree…

It was heaven’s will that Duan Yue was so unlucky.

Duan Yue: ‘Don’t think I can’t see you rejoicing in my misfortune just because you have a stoic face.’

Qiao Mu untied Duan Yue. As soon as his hands regained their freedom, he quickly dragged Qiao Mu through the water toward the shore.

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The tides from the waters rose very fast. It nearly surpassed Qiao Mu’s shoulders in a few minutes.

However, because the city’s terrain was fairly high, the water would not flood into the city no matter how much it rose.

The duo had no choice but to swim toward the shore after a minute of wading.

“What havoc are you wreaking with Peak Master Murong?” Duan Yue looked back and asked with bewilderedness as he paddled through the water. “I already explained to her that I wasn’t friends with you! But there’s something wrong with her! She insisted on confining me here as a hostage and said you’d come back to save me! But when I was tied in the water, you had no idea I was here…”

‘That’s right! If I knew you were here, I wouldn’t have bothered to come back!’

Qiao Mu’s lips twitched, and she did not stop swimming toward the shore.

What time did they have to waste their breath? Hurrying to the shore was the real objective. For some reason, she still felt a chill on her back. She felt like that insane mentor wouldn’t spare them so easily…

“Eh? Do you feel like the water sounds louder?!” Duan Yue kept swimming forward but did not forget to look back and give Qiao Mu a hand. The girl had such short little limbs, she definitely could not swim as fast as him.

Qiao Mu also heard the thunderous sound of water, as though it was drawing closer to her ears.

The two of them turned around simultaneously. Surprise invaded their faces, and their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Wah! That gigantic wave behind them was too terrifying, wasn’t it?! It soared about four or five meters in the air, sending splashes everywhere.

“Sh*t! Where did this giant wave come from?! …AH!” Duan Yue felt the giant wave roll from behind. When it slapped down on his head, it freaking struck him senseless.

Duan Yue promptly rolled and sunk into the water under the giant wave.

Qiao Mu’s eyes twitched and with a kick, her leg stepped onto Duan Yue’s sunken “corpse.” She rapidly swam a few strokes, trying her hardest to struggle upwards.

Mystic energy floated up around her, swiftly spreading outward.

She originally thought that escaping from the waters would be an easy matter after circulating her mystic energy.

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However—

Qiao Mu quickly realized her mystic energy appeared to be inhibited.

Only

There was a mysterious cloud of higher-level energy suppressing her mystic energy.

“Mentor Murong, you’re here!” Qiao Mu declared with certainty.

Although Murong Xun appeared to have left already after she returned, this current situation made her very certain that Murong Xun was definitely hiding in a hidden corner and heartlessly looking at them make a fool of themselves.

The water suddenly parted to the sides, yielding a minuscule pathway in the center.

Murong Xun made her appearance from behind the giant wave. Her feet lightly treaded on the surface of the water, as though she was walking on flat ground, and strolled toward them with a grin.

However, Qiao Mu’s eyes were locked onto her left hand.

There was a nimble stream of water coiling around the back of her hand, spiraling and slithering ceaselessly like it had a life of its own.