The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 248 - 223: Identity Switch Card

As soon as the words fell.

Mael Valerius suddenly surged up, his hand instantly transforming into a dragon claw, reaching for Corbin Crowley’s throat: "Get out of the way."

The sudden action caught everyone in the cave off guard.

No one expected him to suddenly make a move.

Corbin Crowley swiftly sidestepped, his silver eyes icy cold, frost rising around him, "Looking for death."

About to strike.

Rhys Blackwood quickly intervened between the two, but his gaze was on Mael Valerius, his voice as cold as the heart of winter: "If you’re going to lose it, do it outside."

Zeke Veridian ford a Wind Blade at his fingertips, pressing it against Mael Valerius’s back, his voice colder than ice: "You scared her."

Mael Valerius, however, ignored them, his dark golden eyes fixed on Luna Sutton, his voice hoarse beyond asure: "Let them out... I have sothing to ask you alone."

A chill ran down Luna Sutton’s back, she knew what Mael Valerius wanted to verify.

The words The Sorceress spoke before she died, like a thorn stabbing into his heart.

He wouldn’t rest until he found out the truth.

"What’s there to say that can’t be said in front of everyone?"

Her heart pounded wildly with tension, but she forced herself to stay calm, her voice completely natural.

Suddenly, Mael Valerius laughed, his laughter sinister and manic, "Before she died, The Sorceress told , she said... the one I love has been dead for a long ti, but Luna is clearly alive. Tell , what’s going on?"

Amidst the flickering firelight, the atmosphere inside the cave seed to freeze.

Luna Sutton’s fingertips turned pale from her grip, truthfully, she didn’t dare to let Corbin, Rhys, and Zeke leave.

What if Mael Valerius suddenly went on a killing spree? He was already quite mad, finding out that the original was already dead might push him to the brink of collapse.

But if she insisted on not letting Corbin, Rhys, and the others leave, wouldn’t that straightforwardly tell the other that she’s guilty, an imposter?

As for confessing the truth to Mael Valerius, telling him she was from another world...

That thought was imdiately extinguished.

Mael Valerius’s love for the original was almost obsessively twisted.

Once he finds out she’s not the person in his heart, killing her wouldn’t be his only response; he might extract her soul imdiately.

Drive her soul out of this body...

Then she’d be at Mael Valerius’s rcy.

And Corbin and the others wouldn’t be able to rescue her easily, they might end up being controlled by Mael Valerius too.

Of course, it’s impossible to hide it forever; one day it will be exposed.

But for now, it must not be said.

At least wait until they’ve been together long enough for Mael Valerius to transfer his love for the original completely onto herself before revealing the truth.

Only then will her safety be assured.

A deep crimson swirled in Mael Valerius’s eyes, his voice disturbingly gentle: "Luna, let them leave... let’s have a talk, shall we?"

"No way!"

Corbin’s silver eyes turned ice-cold, refusing without hesitation.

If Mael Valerius were emotionally stable and wanted to talk to Luna alone, he wouldn’t stop it.

But in the current situation, how could he possibly be at ease?

Zeke directly sneered: "You carry back a dead man’s head and go mad, talking about who’s dead and who isn’t. How can any of us trust you?"

Malachi Arcanus wanted to speak, but was held back by Rhys.

There was no need to repeat the words.

Luna Sutton suddenly grabbed Corbin’s arm, knowing a bit about Mael Valerius.

The calr this lunatic appeared, the scarier he would be when he erupted.

"You guys... wait outside for ."

Her voice sounded calm, but only she knew how tense she was inside.

"Luna!"

Malachi furrowed his brow, anxious: "This maniac clearly isn’t right..."

"It’s fine."

She squeezed her fingertips tightly, forcing a smile onto her face, "He just killed the Great Witch of The Dragon Clan, it’s normal for his emotions to be unstable."

A mont of dead silence in the cave.

Corbin’s silver eyes looked at her deeply: "If you don’t co out in half a quarter of an hour, I’ll tear this cave down."

As the four of them exited the cave.

Mael Valerius suddenly grabbed her chin.

Dragon Scales erged beneath his skin, gleaming coldly in the firelight: "What did Luna sar on my wound when she was five?"

Luna Sutton’s chin was painfully pinched, yet she dared not react, fearing to provoke him.

"Corrosive grass."

She answered naturally, "Later, your whole body festered and you got a fever, I cried as I went to find the witch doctor..."

"Wrong."

Mael Valerius chuckled lightly, his legs turned into a Dragon Tail, coiling around her waist, "I never had a fever."

An instant chill crept up from her feet, chilling her back.

Luna Sutton suddenly realized it was a trap question; in the original’s mories, Mael Valerius clearly had a fever, and the wound was in a terrible state.

The original had cried for a long ti.