The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 115: Polluting the Water Source

She ran wildly to the riverbank, just about to jump into the water to wash off the dirt on her body.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of water splashing. Looking up, she was almost scared out of her wits.

Rhys Blackwood was standing in the middle of the river, bare-chested, water droplets sliding down his well-toned muscles, looking particularly enticing under the moonlight.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Luna Sutton felt his aura was stronger than before, no less powerful than the aura exuded by her father.

Could it be... a breakthrough to the sixth stage?

She raised an eyebrow, her expression surprised, thinking about the beast crystal her father rewarded Rhys Blackwood with at the bonfire party, she understood in her heart.

Looks like Rhys Blackwood had refined the beast crystal, broke through to the sixth stage, and ca to the river to wash off impurities, just like herself.

Thinking of the unfinished task of mating with Rhys Blackwood, her eyes brightened, and her thoughts beca lively.

Isn’t this a godsend opportunity? The task is right in front of her, maybe... seize the chance to throw him down?

But before that, she needed to clean herself. How could she throw herself at such a handso guy while being stinky?

Otherwise, Rhys Blackwood might kick her away the next second.

Just as she was about to get into the water to wash, Rhys Blackwood glanced over coldly, thinking she was up to sothing, his gaze like a knife, frightening her to a standstill on the spot.

Several beast husbands have a habit of particularly hating when others appear while they’re bathing.

Rhys Blackwood was no exception.

However, Rhys Blackwood’s favorability towards her had recently risen to 40. Although he still wore a cold face, at least he didn’t tell her to "get lost" as he did before.

Luna Sutton awkwardly smiled, trying to appear natural: "Well, I just ca to take a bath, didn’t expect you to be here."

Rhys Blackwood coldly glanced at her, obviously slling the stench on her and seeing the dirt covering her skin, his eyes showing a trace of disdain: "Wash further away from , you’re stinky!"

Her face darkened, and she chuckled internally: "Ha, n, truly all are like pigs’ trotters. Hugging tightly at the bonfire party, now disgusted by my stench, flipping faces faster than flipping pages."

Cursing internally but knowing full well she was indeed very stinky at the mont.

She walked upstream, moving further away from Rhys Blackwood while taking off the filthy beast skin skirt, wading into the river while silently chanting: "You can’t see , you can’t see ..."

However, just as she stepped into the water, Rhys Blackwood’s voice coolly sounded: "Wash downstream, you’re polluting the water!"

Luna Sutton twitched her mouth, rolling her eyes furiously: this man is really picky, with such wide river water, how is it polluted?

She really wanted to curse loudly, but thinking about the unfinished task of throwing him down, she could only hold back her anger, grumbling as she headed downstream to wash up.

Rhys Blackwood noticed her displeased expression and mumbling, the corners of his mouth subtly curling up into a barely noticeable arc.

She didn’t notice these changes. By now, she had moved downstream to wash.

While washing, she secretly planned how to throw down Rhys Blackwood to complete the system task and earn the reward.

The ancient ceramic making handbook, just thinking about it made her very tempted.

Chloe Callahan had already started researching pottery making, and she also had to pick up the pace. She couldn’t fall behind.

"Rhys, did you break through to the sixth stage?"

Luna Sutton scrubbed the dirt off her body, pretending to be casual as she asked.

Rhys Blackwood glanced at her coldly, lightly responded with a "hmm," as an answer.

She twitched her mouth at his cold-as-ice deanor, feeling like speaking an extra word could kill him.

However, her face showed a look of delight: "Really, that’s great! You broke through to the sixth stage, your strength has greatly increased, isn’t it ti for so celebration?"

Her eyes were secretly observing Rhys Blackwood’s reaction.

Instinctively wanting to say it’s unnecessary, Rhys Blackwood glanced at her and asked, "Is there sothing delicious?"

Seeing him take the bait, she felt naturally pleased and smiled, saying, "We’ll go to the back mountain and have a hotpot, you won’t be able to stop eating."

Why go to the back mountain and not have it in her cave? It’s to avoid attracting others with the aroma and ruin her chance to throw down Rhys.

The back mountain is quiet, late at night, no one would co by then. The two of them eating hotpot, drinking juice, chatting freely, it would feel very romantic.

"Hotpot? What’s that?"

Rhys Blackwood raised an eyebrow, his cold, deep eyes showing so curiosity, it sounded quite appealing.

Luna Sutton was about to answer when suddenly there was a splash of water.

Imdiately turning to the source of the sound, she saw a head popping out of the water, wet dark hair clinging to the shoulders and chest, silver eyes cold as ice, staring straight at Luna Sutton as if seeing through her.

Who else if not Corbin Crowley.

She was almost scared to death, barely standing: "What the hell, why are you here?"

Damn man, when did he appear, how long has he been listening, why didn’t she notice at all?

Corbin snorted coldly, a smirk at the corner of his mouth: "Why, did I interrupt you?"

Luna Sutton’s heart was pounding; this chaotic scene ca too suddenly, she wasn’t prepared.

She laughed dryly, trying to ease the tension: "Uh, Corbin, you ca to take a bath too?"

Corbin ignored her, turning his gaze to Rhys Blackwood. His voice cold as a knife: "Rhys, no wonder you were hogging everyone at the bonfire party tonight, you had a preditated plan."

Rhys Blackwood frowned, retorting coldly: "You’re the one hogging, not ."

Corbin was instantly choked, his eyes sweeping over Luna Sutton like a blade. He then stood up and left the riverbank in large strides, his wet figure appearing particularly stern under the moonlight.

He had just broken through to the sixth stage, yet this damn female didn’t think to celebrate for him.

But instead, her mind was entirely on celebrating for Rhys Blackwood and going to the back mountain for hotpot, which truly infuriated him.

Luna Sutton watched Corbin’s departing figure, her heart sinking, great, now this chaotic scene upgraded straight to hell mode.

Luckily, Rhys Blackwood’s favorability didn’t drop, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was thinking about how to smooth things over, but Rhys Blackwood spoke lightly: "Ignore him, let’s go to the back mountain to eat the hotpot you ntioned."

She was slightly stunned, but figured, let’s deal with Rhys Blackwood first and complete the system task.

"Alright."

She nodded, quickly washing herself clean, putting on a fresh beast skin skirt, and both of them got up from the riverbank, heading straight for the back mountain.

Of course, not forgetting to go back to the cave to grab the stone pot and materials.

......

Elsewhere, Lyle Sutton returned to the stone house, his face ominously dark.

Wolf One knelt on one knee before him, his head down, not daring to breathe heavily.

"What did you say? Luna was pulled off the cliff by Quinn Morgan?"

Lyle Sutton’s voice was cold as ice, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

Wolf One braced himself to nod: "Yes, leader. Before Quinn Morgan lost her mory, she indeed dragged the lady off the cliff. She said the lady’s life was given by her, and she wanted to take it back. At that ti, Finn Arcanus, Yuri Ashwood, and others were present, but couldn’t stop it."

Lyle Sutton slamd his fist on the stone table, instantly causing a crack to appear on it.

He was furious, his face ashen with anger: "That damn wench, although I knew she disliked Luna, even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs. How dare she want Luna’s life, she truly deserves to die."

Wolf One, seeing the leader’s fury, lowered his head even more, not daring to breathe.

Lyle Sutton forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, speaking coldly: "Relay my command, imdiately imprison Quinn Morgan into the dungeon, strictly guarded, no one is allowed to release her without my permission!"

Originally, he was willing to let it go, considering she had lost her mory and they had lived together for twenty years, plus she bore him two children.

Now it seems he had been too rciful.

"Yes, leader."

Wolf One imdiately accepted the command and left.

Lyle Sutton stood where he was, his face extrely grim: Quinn Morgan, since you’re seeking death, I’ll gladly oblige you.