The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 381 - 296: Taking Her Side_2

His uncle didn’t even dare to let out a fart.

Lian Phoenix, having his past exposed, looked extremely unpleasant, his feathers bristling with rage, "What nonsense are you spouting, kid? I was drunk, otherwise I would’ve..."

"Malachi Arcanus."

Luna Sutton had no mind to deal with their quarrel. Magic vines sprouted from her palm, but Mael Valerius seized her wrist in a swift motion.

The man’s dark golden eyes reflected her furious expression: "Is this kind of waste what you like?"

"It’s none of your damn business."

Luna Sutton shook off his hand.

The vines around them seemed to come alive, wrapping around the black dragon holding down Malachi Arcanus from all directions.

The White Tiger, transformed by Caleb Manning, was being besieged by three black dragons. Dragon roars mingled with tiger growls, scaring the birds and beasts of the entire Black Pine Forest into fleeing in panic.

Mael Valerius squinted at a certain spot, seeing the Nether-dark Wolf in the mud pit, shivering in pain, unable even to crawl out.

But on seeing Luna Sutton’s desperate struggle, its eyes turned red with urgency, struggling with all its might: "Little Luna, don’t worry about me. I’m tough as nails, won’t die. You’re pregnant, be careful with your belly."

This sentence made Mael Valerius glance instantly at Luna Sutton, his gaze landing on her flat stomach, his dark golden eyes narrowing slightly.

"You’re carrying a child?"

His voice was so calm it revealed no emotions.

Luna Sutton didn’t pay him any mind at all, her magic vines were already ensnaring the black dragon’s claws.

Jago seized the opportunity to pounce and bite, his sharp teeth embedding deeply into the gaps between the dragon scales, only to be forcefully flung away by the black dragon.

Taking advantage of the moment, Malachi Arcanus rolled out of the mud pit, his fur already stained red with blood and covered in mud, looking dirty and miserable.

He wanted to help Luna Sutton, but unfortunately, with his limbs broken, he couldn’t even stand up, merely writhing desperately towards her, tears of anxiety spilling from his eyes.

Mael Valerius frowned at this scene, suddenly transforming his dragon tail to sweep the black dragon away.

"My father sent you to teach a lesson, not to slaughter."

His dark golden eyes swept over all the present Black-armored Guards, his voice cold as ice.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Lian Phoenix took the chance to unleash the Phoenix True Fire, and with no water screen to block it this time, it instantly burned two black dragons, who fell with wretched screams.

"Greetings, Young Master."

The Black-armored Guards all transformed back into human form, landing on the ground, respectfully kneeling on one knee.

The Dragon Clan is currently holding a banquet. Shouldn’t the Young Master be at The Dragon Clan selecting a bride at this moment?

Why did he suddenly come to The Lower Domain and even protect this female named Luna Sutton?

Though the Young Master has lost his memory, wasn’t he told by those around him of the past affairs, which should make him resent this female for her deceit?

Why instead is he protecting her?

Luna Sutton was unaware of what the Black-armored Guards were thinking, retracting her vines in an instant and rushing to Malachi Arcanus’s side.

Seeing his miserable state, not knowing if it was blood or mud on him, unable to recognize him, his limbs twisted in bizarre directions, her heart ached, her eyes reddening.

She didn’t dare to delay, green light enveloped her palm, Wood Element Ability pouring into his body like it was free of charge.

Malachi Arcanus, gasping in pain, still grinned: "Little Luna... your male won’t die that easily."

Mael Valerius stood a short distance away, his dark golden eyes staring intently at Luna Sutton’s trembling hands and her reddening eyes.

The emerald light swirling in her palm made his temples pound, this damnably familiar scene, yet he couldn’t recall even a bit of it.

The leading Black-armored Guard cautiously lifted his head: "Young Master, weren’t you..."

"Get back."

Mael Valerius withdrew his dragon tail, his voice cold as ice, "Go back and tell my father, he doesn’t need to meddle in my affairs."

The seven Black-armored Guards exchanged glances, ultimately not daring to disobey, transforming back into black dragons and disappearing from the site.

Lian Phoenix, upon landing, instantly reverted to human form, sighing in relief now that the troublesome dragonlings had finally left.

Seeing Caleb Manning lying exhausted on the ground, unable to crawl up, in a pitiful state, his expression changed, swiftly going to support him: "Are you alright?"

Caleb Manning transformed back into human form, his face pale, shaking his head: "Still won’t die."

He had thought his strength was already formidable, but today he realized that facing those colossal beings, his strength was as insignificantly weak as an ant.

They casually sent out a subordinate, whose strength was no inferior to theirs.

Mael Valerius suddenly walked over to squat beside Luna Sutton, reaching out to wipe the mud from her face: "Is a useless male like this worth your life?"

"He’s much more reliable than some cold-blooded serpent. At least he wouldn’t drain my soul, wouldn’t want my life."

Luna Sutton slapped away his hand, her gaze full of disdain: "Had enough of the show? Then shove off, don’t be an eyesore here."

Mael Valerius, unruffled by her pushing his hand away, chuckled lowly, his dark golden eyes swirling with emotions she couldn’t discern.

"Drain the soul?"

He lightly rubbed the spot she had touched with his fingers, thoughtful, "Seems like quite a bit happened between us."

Conjecturing what might have happened, the truth he could more or less glean from those around him.

It’s nothing more than the female before him, her soul unknowingly drifted here, occupying this body.

The original owner of this body probably was his savior from childhood.

Unwittingly discovering the truth, he then wanted to drain her soul, or possibly kill her.

But now he had no thoughts of killing her anymore.

He also didn’t quite know why, he just didn’t want to kill.

Luna Sutton couldn’t be bothered to pay him any more attention, wholly focused on healing Malachi Arcanus.

Wood Element Ability coursed through the meridians, producing faint snapping sounds, the broken bones gradually healing.

Malachi Arcanus, gasping in pain, still bared his teeth challengingly at Mael Valerius: "Did you hear that? My Little Luna told you to shove off..."

This Mad Dragon rejected Little Luna himself back then, and now he’s crawling back over here, he ought to get as far away and die.

Did he even consider the mess back then, at Aerock, if not for the few of them suppressing in time, Little Luna’s soul might have really been extracted by this lunatic.

Before he could finish speaking, Mael Valerius suddenly reached out to press down on his head, dark golden Dragon Breath swirling in his palm: "One more word and I’ll shut you up forever."

He may tolerate Luna Sutton, but that doesn’t mean he will tolerate others.

"What are you doing!"

Luna Sutton pushed him away at once, shielding Malachi Arcanus like a protective mother beast, magic vines in her palm ready to strike, glaring at Mael Valerius angrily.

Mael Valerius found her bristling demeanor amusing.

He leisurely retracted his hand, his gaze sweeping over her flat belly: "Pregnant yet so fierce?"

This comment was like stirring a hornet’s nest.

Malachi Arcanus struggled to rise: "I’ll tear your mouth..."

Yet just as he propped himself up on his forelimbs, the pain sent him crashing back down, his face hitting the ground, chewing on fallen pine leaves.

Luna Sutton’s lips twitched, promptly retracting the vines in her hand, hurriedly bending down to support him.