The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 391 - 303: Expelled from the Tribe

Caelus loosened his grip slightly; indeed, there had been no sight of Caleb Manning recently.

Otherwise, he and Javier Ashwood wouldn’t dare to blatantly sneak into Chloe Callahan’s cabin and mate with her without concern.

Initially, they only thought Caleb Manning had gone out for business. They didn’t expect he actually went to The Wolf Tribe and willingly beca Luna Sutton’s Guardian.

"Evidence."

He coldly stared at Chloe Callahan, still sowhat disbelieving.

"The Slave Mark on my left cheek was the best proof that I was taken by them before."

Chloe Callahan’s eyes were filled with tears, "If you don’t believe , I can swear by The Beast God right now."

As a transmigrator, she fundantally didn’t believe in any Beast God, nor in any punishnt by the Beast God.

Only the natives of this world would be so superstitious about The Beast God.

Seeing that Caelus’s expression was softening, Chloe seized the opportunity, tears rolling down her face: "If you don’t believe , I can swear by The Beast God right now. If I, Chloe Callahan, utter a single lie, let be spurned by The Beast God, never to rise again for eternity!"

Caelus’s cold, dark eyes watched her, knowing that in The Beast World Continent, barely anyone dared to lie when swearing by The Beast God.

His fingertips loosened slightly, "So why did Caleb Manning break through evolution? It really has nothing to do with you?"

Chloe’s neck eased, and she imdiately started coughing violently.

Curled up on the beast fur, a conspicuous choking mark on her slender neck, she gasped: "Caleb Manning swallowed the Beast Pill of the Dragon-Whisker Whale."

"Dragon-Whisker Whale?"

Caelus was stunned for a mont, "Isn’t that the deep-sea overlord? How did he get it?"

Chloe shook her head, her face full of fear: "I don’t know about that; he never told ."

Caelus’s deep eyes turned dark and unclear, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then, he forcefully grabbed Chloe’s disheveled hair, making her lift her head, and said coldly, "So for the past six months, you’ve been using the nonexistent exotic treasure to deceive the major tribes?"

Clearly bearing no exotic treasure, yet using it to keep everyone hooked, playing among the warriors of major tribes. Seeing that pure, pitiable face, he only felt utterly disgusted.

Reflecting on how he used to curry favor with her, a further wave of revulsion washed over him.

"Truly despicable."

Caelus yanked harshly at her hair. Chloe knelt bent over on the bed, the pain in her scalp bringing tears to her eyes. In a pitiful voice, she said, "Caelus, you’re hurting ..."

Caelus had no intention of loosening his grip, nor did he feel a twinge of pity. His deep eyes were filled with anger at being played for a fool, with no trace of the forr tenderness left.

He suddenly let her go and chuckled lowly, his fangs faintly visible, "Tell ... how should I punish a lying little female?"

Chloe backed away in fear, her eyes full of terror, knowing she’d truly angered Caelus this ti.

This cold and sinister Young Master of the Serpent Beast Tribe was never a person of rcy and generosity.

"Caelus, I..."

She tried to explain but was coldly interrupted by Caelus.

"Since you like to toy with us so much, I’ll let you also taste what it’s like to be toyed with."

As Caelus spoke, he flicked his fingers, letting a wisp of ethereal green poisonous mist drift towards Chloe.

Chloe wanted to dodge in horror but found herself powerless, watching helplessly as the poison mist drew closer, finally entering her neck.

"Ah!"

She let out a shrill scream, feeling an itching and painful sensation in her neck, as if sothing was growing there.

Frightened, she reached out to touch it, and the uneven, intersecting texture spread under her fingertips all the way to her face.

Initially, it was just her neck, but now even her face was covered, causing an urge to scratch due to the pain and itch.

Her fear reached its peak, and Chloe couldn’t care anymore; she scrambled off the bed, rushing to a corner of the cabin where a basin of clear water was placed.

She shakily dipped her head towards it, trying to see her own face.

Moonlight stread through the window crevice, casting over the basin to reflect a face covered in snake markings.

The snake markings spread from her neck across her entire face, crisscrossing, making her originally pure face appear particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Her appearance was eerily similar to the old witch in fairy tales.

"Ah..."

Chloe let out a piercing scream, kicking the basin over, spilling the clear water all over the room.

Terrified, she covered her face, unable to believe her eyes, "This isn’t , this isn’t ..."

She clearly had so many admirers, clearly could enjoy being adored like a star. How could she turn into such an extrely ugly old witch?