Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1006 - 251: From Now On, Mu Lang is Just a Stranger_3

Chapter 1006: Chapter 251: From Now On, Mu Lang is Just a Stranger_3

Master Puskas suddenly felt his brain become a tangled mess, even Forbidden Curse Magic hadn’t been this complicated.

The only thing the master was sure of was that the relationship between Richard and Jose was irreparable, not even if the goblin repair craftsmen were summoned from the dust of history.

Master Puskas now truly regretted bringing up the Ice Phoenix poisoning... unnecessarily dragging out so many troublesome issues and shaking out all the old accounts and accumulated resentment...

But was it possible not to mention it? What to do when Bloody Mary’s poison from the Ice Phoenix activates later? Even the wise Saint Chiao couldn’t come up with a complete strategy anymore.

If given another chance, he still wouldn’t have a second option.

Master Puskas, who didn’t believe in gods, really started to believe in the presence of a divine ruler somehow. Born in the same era, those two great Overlords should have been creating countless legends but ended up as fated rivals. No matter how much face he put into conciliation, it only made matters worse. Apart from the meddling of the gods, he really couldn’t find any other reasonable explanation. Perhaps these two Overlords should never have been in the same space at the same time by destiny’s design.

Just as Xiang Pa and Emperor Polo would never appear together.

"Such a situation should never have happened today!!! Alas... If Jose was born, then why was Richard born as well?" the master could only sigh.

"Jose, I apologize for misunderstanding your words earlier. I spoke too much about matters between you two," Master Puskas waved off his "Aura Cage Prison" and weakly motioned to Mourinho, "Just go. It would be best if everyone could forget this ever happened, that’s the only best way to deal with it."

Mourinho took another look at the blood spilled all over the ground and at the proud Piegel Overlord, along with the two hideous, eye-shaped wounds on his abdomen. His eyelids drooped slightly without a word, he turned around, and walked with his head held high toward the entrance of the inn.

The militiamen had not intended to make way, but the boss conveyed a message with his eyes that couldn’t be any clearer, so eventually, they stepped aside. Mourinho’s steps hesitated a moment in front of the twin Blood Infants cradled by Elder Andulan, his gaze never lifting from the ground.

"Bad guy!" the second and third youngsters waved their arms at him with naive voices.

The shoulders of the swan priest shook violently, stumbling slightly but steadying himself and continuing to stride forward, vanishing into the throng of tall figures.

Catching sight of the blood spread throughout the alley, several of the proprietresses almost fainted, their legs giving way.

The last time Richard had swung his sword in a query, it had left too deep an impression on them.

"I’m not dead yet! I don’t know why you’re mourning with a long face for nothing?" Liu Zhenhan slapped the Tri-Edged Sword onto Yitiao’s chest, sending Yitiao staggering backward.

The proprietresses, crying with tears streaming down their faces, and a large group of militiamen and Vassal Clan all swarmed over. The Fairy Dragons alternated between urging Elder Andulan to hurry up and searching everywhere for the Mantis Monks, bustling about in a fluster.

"Heat the sword until it’s red hot, I need to cauterize the wound," Liu Zhenhan gritted his teeth and told Yitiao.

Ning Yu, Daisy, Nana, Moer, and Helen could no longer control themselves and threw themselves into Liu Zhenhan’s embrace, crying hysterically. The forceful collision caused by the excessive number caused Liu to grimace again.

The militiamen were also in disarray, frantically searching for monks and witch doctors without realizing that several monks were right beside them.

"Damn, it hit the wound," Liu Zhenhan groaned in pain and weakness.

"Where?" asked several of the proprietresses, all agitatedly jumping up.

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The books that were sent out, some have been returned. One was from the class of ’03 Chinese Medicine of Anhui University of Science and Technology, another from Anhui as well, Ancient Pine Man, and another from Fujian—this sure is a way to have fun with me, isn’t it?

Heh, Mourinho and little Liu have finally come to blows. This is my ultimate wish. Tomorrow, wait for the good show! War is also on the horizon. My beast blood is boiling. I wrote too much about battles before and felt unsatisfied. Now, I’ve started wanting to write about warfare again. Humans are indeed cheap creatures!

Long live comrade Wuteng Lan! The ’Empty Speed Star Streak’ has finally been put to rest. This guy and I fought on the monthly ticket leaderboard for months, not managing to lay Mourinho to rest but exhausting him to death instead, delightful!

In consideration of the five Chapters updated, shouldn’t you give Xiang Pa a ticket? Dear Saint Level ticket-holding readers?