Chapter 17 Hair Torture

Bang!

Before the Third Prince could react, Qiao Yu landed a punch that sent him staggering backward, one eye instantly swelling into a panda eye.

Then, Qiao Yu took off his robe and directly covered the Third Prince's head.

"Let's beat him up first! This kid is no good!" As soon as Qiao Yu finished speaking, Ma Fei moved.

"Third brother, feel the brotherly love between your second brother and you!"

Ma Fei rained down blows and kicks, turning the Third Prince into a rolling gourd.

"Damn it! Let me get a few hits in too!"

Not wanting to be left behind, Yang Xiangdi rushed forward and added a few kicks. At that moment, the Third Prince suddenly tore off the robe from his head.

"What are you doing!" the Third Prince roared, his eyes landing directly on Yang Xiangdi's large foot.

Faced with the Third Prince's angry eyes, Yang Xiangdi's raised foot froze in mid-air, unable to decide whether to kick or retract.

As a mage, Yang Xiangdi was still too slow. The moment the Third Prince tore off the robe, Qiao Yu and Ma Fei were already standing leisurely to the side.

Yang Xiangdi stiffly rotated his ankle, saying somewhat awkwardly.

"Third brother, do you think my boots look good? Hehe~"

"Guards!"

The Third Prince, beaten into a pig's head, was filled with resentment. With a loud shout, hundreds of fully armed guards immediately surrounded the three of them.

Qiao Yu frowned slightly. Just as he was about to act, Ma Fei stepped forward, his face full of arrogance.

"We are all people of status. Fighting and killing are inappropriate. Let me handle this!"

After speaking, Ma Fei tossed his hair back and shouted loudly.

"How dare you! This king is the current Second Prince! These two are the current First Prince and Fourth Prince. How dare you point your swords at us! Do you not want your heads?"

The many guards were indeed frightened. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do. A person who was clearly the head of the guards turned a pleading look toward the Third Prince.

Seeing this, Ma Fei couldn't help but raise his head, wiggling his eyebrows at Qiao Yu.

"What are you waiting for? Arrest them first! I'll take full responsibility for whatever happens!"

The Third Prince's voice was full of resentment. Having grown up in luxury, he had never suffered such a beating, and was completely enraged.

The guard captain tightened the long saber in his hand and looked at the python robes worn by the three of them. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead as a million alpacas stampeded through his mind.

These were three genuine princes. If he really arrested them, his entire clan would have to start singing "Thank you for having you, warming the seasons."

But if he disobeyed the Third Prince's orders, he would still lose his head afterward.

"I'm sorry! Third Prince, this subordinate dares not!"

The guard captain knelt on one knee, not daring to step forward.

"Useless! If you don't act now! I'll chop you down!" the Third Prince roared, but the guard captain remained unmoved.

Between his own life and the lives of his clan, he chose the latter.

"It's okay, you can step back. Report to me later, and I'll protect your life!" Ma Fei waved his hand in a very pretentious manner.

"Thank you, Second Prince!"

The guard captain was greatly relieved and hurriedly led a large group of guards away.

"Third brother, why are you so irritable? We brothers just wanted to cultivate some brotherly affection with you." Qiao Yu walked toward the Third Prince with a smile.

Seeing the guards retreat, the Third Prince didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Damn it, his three brothers cultivated brotherly affection by actually using their hands to hit and their feet to kick. Who could withstand that?

Moreover, the Third Prince was particularly puzzled. His four brothers had always been at odds, and he didn't understand why the other three princes would join forces to deal with him.

Qiao Yu reached out and patted the Third Prince's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, I just have a few questions to ask you."

Qiao Yu brought his face close to the Third Prince's ear and asked softly.

"Was it you who arranged for me to appear in the Empress's bath?"

These short words instantly caused the Third Prince's pupils to shrink to pinpoints!

He cried out in his heart that it was impossible! He had clearly not left any evidence. The Third Prince remained calm and forced a smile, saying.

"Fourth brother! You can't just say anything you want! Do you have any evidence for what you're saying?"

"No!" Qiao Yu answered very honestly.

Hearing this, the Third Prince secretly breathed a sigh of relief. So there was no evidence? That scared him.

But the next moment, the Third Prince felt his body being lifted into the air, followed by Qiao Yu's kind voice ringing in his ear.

"But there will be soon."

Although somewhat panicked, the Third Prince still shouted sternly with a fierce expression.

"What? Do you still want to torture me? I warn you, if you beat me up, Father may just punish you lightly, but if you dare to torture me, Father will definitely be furious! He hates fraternal strife the most!"

"Don't be afraid, how could we torture you?"

Qiao Yu smiled, reached out and pulled a few strands of long hair from the Third Prince's head, twisted them into a tuft, and looked at Yang Xiangdi.

"Xiangdi, you understand what I mean, right?" Qiao Yu shook the hair in his hand.

"Understood!" Yang Xiangdi instantly understood Qiao Yu's meaning, but the next moment his face turned bitter.

Yang Xiangdi leaned close to Qiao Yu's ear and whispered.

"Brother Yu, I can't use my skills. The people of this country consider skills to be witchcraft, and using witchcraft will get you arrested and burned!"

"Alright." Qiao Yu frowned slightly: "Then Ma Fei, come and lend a hand, help me hold him down!"

Ma Fei was a little puzzled, but he still cooperated and held the Third Prince down on either side with Yang Xiangdi.

"Qiao Yu, what's the use of you taking these few strands of hair? You might as well let some blood out of him." Ma Fei muttered and asked.

"Hehe, you don't understand! Insignificant little things can sometimes have unexpected effects!"

Qiao Yu quickly gave Ma Fei the answer with his actions.

He divided the tuft of hair in his hand into two, slowly approached the Third Prince's nostrils, and then gently pushed, sending the two tufts of hair into the Third Prince's nasal cavity.

As Qiao Yu's wrist gently trembled, the two tufts of hair circled in the Third Prince's nasal cavity, back and forth, in and out, getting deeper and deeper, and constantly rubbing against the Third Prince's nasal mucosa.

"Hehehe, hahaha! Stop! Hahahahaha!"

The unbearable itching sensation made the Third Prince desperately want to break free. He felt that the two tufts of hair had already reached his brain, but he was tightly held down by Yang Xiangdi and Ma Fei, and there was no way he could break free.

"I'll talk, hahaha, I'll tell you everything hahahaha! Stop it!"

The Third Prince only lasted less than three seconds before surrendering.

Qiao Yu was not surprised by this. Even a tough guy like the giant scorpion could not last long under the torture he had developed, let alone a pampered royal child like the Third Prince.

Ma Fei on the side was already petrified. Just watching made his nose feel extremely itchy.

Twisting the hair into a tuft and sticking it deep into the nasal cavity and constantly shaking it, how perverted do you have to be to come up with this kind of torture?

A subtle change occurred in Ma Fei's mentality.

He felt that he might be able to surpass Qiao Yu in strength, but in terms of perversion, he probably wouldn't be able to catch up in this lifetime.