The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 218 - 203: Torch Dragon

The night wind swirled dried leaves into twisted whirlpools in the air, like so ominous premonition.

Luna Sutton leaned her back against the rough tree trunk, her nails digging deeply into the bark.

She stared at the man who was awakening, a wave of dread washing over her heart.

The man’s fingers were twitching, every joint emitting a teeth-gritting "crack" sound.

Under his pale skin appeared web-like blue-purple blood vessels, as if worms were crawling beneath the surface.

Then, he started to violently strike his temples with his knuckles with trendous force.

It made one wonder if he’d shatter his skull.

"Huh..."

The sudden gasp sounded like a broken bellows drawing air.

At the mont Mael Valerius abruptly opened his eyes, the entire forest’s insect chorus eerily ceased.

"Luna...?"

He suddenly laughed manically, "No, no, how could my Luna be this ugly?"

His fingers plunged into his hair, forcefully yanking out strands of black hair with threads of blood.

Luna Sutton watched the falling strands, her breath catching in fear.

She quietly reached for the Invisibility Cloak on the ground, intending to slip away.

But as her fingertips touched the fabric, they t a frantic gaze.

"A little thief of a mouse..."

Mael Valerius approached, his neck twisted at an eerie angle, "Let see... Luna Sutton?"

He suddenly lunged, gripping her chin, his nails instantly piercing her skin, "Who allowed you to use this na? Hmm?"

Warm blood trickled down her neck.

Luna Sutton wanted to scream, unsure if it was from fear or pain.

But she held back, afraid to make a sound.

Terrified of provoking this Frenzied Beast.

She was horrified to find this lunatic licking the blood droplets from her chin, appearing excited.

He was just like the vampires in TV shows.

"The taste... it’s right."

He suddenly leaned in close to her ear, inhaling deeply, a satisfied whimper emanating from his throat, "It’s that rotten sweet scent..."

As he spoke, he began to gnaw on the pustules on her face, his expression one of satisfaction.

Luna Sutton couldn’t suppress her retching any longer.

"Ugh..."

She bent over, vomiting intensively, her face turning pale.

This wasn’t just a Frenzied Beast, it was a pervert.

This reaction provoked Mael Valerius into a fit of manic laughter.

He clutched her waist and spun in place, the Dragon Tail sohow already coiled around her calf, the scales scratching small cuts.

Luna Sutton’s head began to spin, unable to distinguish north from south.

Where did this lunatic even co from?

Mom, save ...

"When I was five..."

His voice suddenly switched from mania to a bizarre tenderness, his fingers brushing across her face, "Didn’t you rescue an injured... Young Dragon in the thorn bushes?"

Luna Sutton froze instantly.

Imdiately understanding that the lunatic wasn’t referring to her, but to the original owner as a child.

Her mind quickly searched through childhood mories of the original owner.

There indeed was such an incident.

When the original owner was five, she found an injured "snake" near The Wolf Tribe.

She had been mumbling then, saying how peculiar the snake looked, with horns on its head.

The original owner had found the little "snake" pitiful and took it back to care for it for a while.

Later, that "snake" mysteriously disappeared, and the original owner was sad for days.

Not long after that, the original owner, who was as pure and lovely as Jada Snow, grew increasingly ugly.

Yet no one ever suspected anything.

Many children are adorable in their youth but don’t necessarily grow up beautiful.

So even grow up disfigured.

In everyone else’s eyes, the original owner belonged to the disfigured kind.

"I clearly picked up a snake!"

She deliberately retorted, hoping to provoke him into revealing more information.

Despite the fear, she still wanted to know the truth.

"A snake?"

Mael Valerius suddenly erupted in anger, the Dragon Horn crashing into rocks behind him, "Which little rascal cried while slathering with corrosive grass? Hmm?"

He advanced an inch with each word, "Stuffing my mouth with saliva-soaked milk fruit? Forcing leftovers of at on and tricking into eating Poison Fruit? Hmm?"

"Poison Fruit?"

Luna Sutton was suddenly reminded of the blurry scene in the mories of the original owner.

A five-year-old girl chasing a horned little snake with purplish-red berries, "That wasn’t Poison Fruit, I tasted it—it was sweet."

The man suddenly lunged, pinning her against the rock wall, dark golden eyes swirling with violent emotions, "You tasted it? That fruit numbed the nerves!"

His well-defined fingers brushed her neck’s White Jade Whistle, his voice laced with disturbingly gentle tones, "Little liar, it left paralyzed in pain for three days..."

In the distance, a wolf’s howl interrupted his words.

Mael Valerius suddenly tilted his head, revealing a maniacal smile, the Dragon Tail viciously coiling her to his back, leaving bruises.

"Shh—"

His blood-stained fingertip pressed against her lips, "You hear that, there’s a mad dog searching for you?"

The dark golden eyes contracted to pinpoints, his back’s wound tearing open with his movents.

In the moonlight.

Luna Sutton saw his back, horrifyingly covered in wounds, unlike any beast’s claw marks, but as if self-inflicted during a frenzy.

The wound is slowly seeping blood...

"You’re hurt."

She instinctively reached out her hand.

"Don’t move!"

Mael Valerius suddenly erupted in anger, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the tree trunk, but beca eerily calm upon touching her scraped palm.

He stared at the bleeding wound for a few seconds, and the violent Dragon Breath instantly dissipated.

Then, he started laughing neurotically, his tongue rolling up the blood beads from her palm and swallowing them: "Still as foolish as when you were young."

The gentle voice was terrifying: "If you dare to get hurt again, I’ll chop off your paw and soak it in wine."

The cold, wet touch startled Luna Sutton into withdrawing her hand.

Mael Valerius suddenly lashed out, biting her wrist to draw blood: "Still trying to escape?"

In an instant, he gently tore a corner of the animal skin from his own body, wrapping it around her injured hand.

"Mine... This is mine... Rember?"

His expression was frenzied, his dark golden eyes fixated on her.

Luna Sutton trembled all over; this Frenzied Beast gave her a horribly familiar feeling.

Just like... just like that bizarre snake that used to sar various herbs onto her knee wounds years ago.

"Luna... where are you?"

From the dense forest, Corbin Crowley’s anxious call suddenly rang out.

Luna Sutton abruptly raised her head, surprised, she suddenly withdrew her hand.

Corbin Crowley?

Her expression grew complex, not wanting to see him just now.

Don’t know where the courage ca from.

Suddenly, with a push, she shoved Mael Valerius aside and quickly turned to vanish into the pitch-black forest.

Just about to wrap the invisibility cloak around herself.

She was pulled back along with the cloak by Mael Valerius’s Dragon Tail.

"What are you afraid of?"

His Dragon Tail suddenly tightened, his dark golden phoenix eyes locked onto her panicked face, "Back when you tricked into eating poison fruit, didn’t you smile prettily?"

Luna Sutton struggled twice but couldn’t get free, becoming anxious: "Let go! I don’t want to see them!"

Mael Valerius’s Dragon Tail abruptly tightened, and his handso face appeared sickly pale under the moonlight.

He suddenly chuckled softly, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe: "Did they hurt you? Tell ... I’ll gouge out their eyeballs, won’t I?"

Luna Sutton’s breath hitched.

This madman was serious.

Suddenly hit her sore spot, she bit her lip without saying a word.

She didn’t want to go back.

The way she was right now, even she felt disgusted with herself.

When she suddenly beca ugly and devastated, although Corbin Crowley rushed over imdiately, his fingers hesitated when touching the pustules on her face.

This indicated he was disdainful inside.

Now what is he pretending to be affectionate?

Mael Valerius sensed her resistance, and his Dragon Tail tightened further, lowering his head closer to her ear, his voice hoarse: "Don’t want to see them? I’ll take you away."

Luna Sutton was montarily stunned, not yet reacting.

Suddenly!

"Swish!"

A streak of silver light tore through the night, the wolf claw aiming straight for Mael Valerius’s throat.

"Let her go!"

The Silver-moon Grey Wolf spoke human words, the voice filled with suppressed anger, silver wolf eyes glimring with eerie coldness under the moonlight.

Yet the Dragon Tail remained utterly still.

Mael Valerius’s face revealed an eerie smile, pulling Luna Sutton tighter into his embrace.

As the claw was three inches from his throat, he suddenly lashed out, grabbing the Silver Wolf’s throat.

"Are you mates?"

He asked softly, his fingertips piercing Corbin Crowley’s fur, blood beads rolling down the silver hair, "Break up the mate bond, or die, pick one."

"Madman!"

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes flickered with violence.

Never expected to encounter a Frenzied Beast here, and a Dragon Clan Frenzied Beast at that.

Mael Valerius laughed more and more brightly, his dark golden phoenix eyes narrowed into fine lines: "Correct, I’m a madman."

The Dragon Tail suddenly powered up.

Smashing Corbin Crowley fiercely against the rock wall, the sound of shattering rocks was deafening.

Luna Sutton hadn’t yet scread out when suddenly everything spun around, and within monts, she was in mid-air.

You could feel the black mist burst from around Mael Valerius, transforming in an instant into the sky-covering Torch Dragon.

Only, this ti, all the dark golden patterns on the Dragon’s body turned blood red, with wisps of black mist seeping from the scales’ crevices.

Dragon Horn pierced the night sky like a cold blade, and as the wings flapped, a fierce wind kicked up, sand and stones scattered.

"Hold tight."

His whisper carried a frenzied euphoria, the grip of his dragon claw on her waist was almost crushing bones, "Take you to see the starry ocean sky."

"Aoo—"

The Torch Dragon roared towards the sky, soaring up, wildly tumbling among the clouds.

"Luna..."

Corbin Crowley’s eyes nearly cracked, transforming into silver light, chasing recklessly.

A hundred-ter giant python suddenly sprang from the dense forest, Rhys Blackwood’s vertical pupils were cold, the snake tail crushing ancient towering trees: "Stop him!"

Distant Flying Beast shrieks.

Kian Sterling stands atop the Nine-Winged Beast, the nine fox tails behind him spreading like snow, his voice chilling: "Intercept that Mad Dragon from the southeast!"

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