Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1138 - 303 Man’s Heart_2

Chapter 1138: Chapter 303 Man’s Heart_2

The Swan beauty’s face was deathly pale, like a Snow Rose swaying in the storm.

"I did hesitate! I was shaken! Your father Mourinho was so powerful! Even I was moved by him! I am ashamed of having thought this way! Why would the Feilengcui Lord be scared? Why would Richard, the Shaman of the Swan Tribe, falter? I have always been indomitable! Coming through the storm, I’ve grown accustomed to looking straight at blood! The men of Feilengcui should be as towering as Mount Tamerlarya, fearing nothing!"

"But I really did waver! I really was scared! For one second..." Liu was shaken as he lifted a finger, placing it at the center of his forehead and wobbling it slightly: "...it only took me one second to find the resolve within myself! I wanted to stir a storm in the city! I wanted to make it so that I had no way out! I wanted to burn my boats!"

"For the first time, I felt like I was living like a real man!" Liu tightened his fingers, his knuckles cracking with a series of ’pops’, uttering a beast-like low growl: "I won’t disappoint any woman who truly cares for me! Even if it costs blood! But how did you treat me?"

The Swan beauty’s tears flowed like a spring.

"I could have easily pretended to be affected by your ’Seven-Day Drunk’." Liu squinted his eyes, peering through the curling tendrils of smoke, his fingers hooking Gortani’s pale, jade-like chin: "But what about after seven days? Have you thought about what I would become? I would be the joke of the entire kingdom! People would say that the fool Piegel wanted to eat swan meat but was overturned by a lass!"

"It seems I’ve overestimated my place in your heart." Liu said with a bitter smile: "Your way of rejecting me could have been simple, so why overcomplicate things? Why go to such unnecessary lengths? Why would you, so clever with ice and snow, make such a basic, childish mistake? I admit your beauty trap was successful, against the Richard of the past, I would indeed have capsized in the gutter! But you’ve underestimated my strength. A shaman is always improving!"

The tears of the Swan beauty became more torrential.

"Don’t cry yet, let me tell you a little story." Liu raised his hand, wiping away the rolling tears on Gortani’s cheek, the cigar gripped between his fingers suddenly ’pffft’ed out, extinguished.

"The protagonist of this story is a renowned warrior; his martial skills are unmatched, carrying the position of the head coach of the entire Royal Guard. He has a wife of unparalleled beauty and a happy and fulfilling life. Everyone considers him a great hero; whenever he rides his fine horse swiftly past, countless young people gaze at him with admiration..."

"Beauty brings disaster! One day, his wife went out and was brazenly harassed by a passerby, for her astonishing beauty—a situation that would never normally happen, as nobody would dare provoke such a hero! Merely mentioning his name was enough to make any rogue crumble..."

"Bystanders immediately passed the news to this great hero, who, upon hearing it, flew into a thunderous rage, hurrying over and rewarding that audacious rogue with a punch! Surrounding onlookers roared with approval! But after throwing the punch, the great hero froze because he suddenly realized that this rogue was someone he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend! Crossing this big shot usually meant death!"

The Swan beauty blinked her tearful lashes, watching Liu attentively.

"With countless eyes upon him in the street, the first punch had already been thrown, so what should he do next? Continue or compromise? The hero’s ultimate choice was to back down, although he could have crushed this big shot who harassed his wife as easily as squashing an ant! We can’t say his choice was wrong; he was a great hero and a court official. If he’d really killed the big shot, his fate would either be death or a life on the run, resulting in complete ruin!"

"What happened in the end? The hero was framed by the big shot and reduced to a lowly prisoner, while his beautiful wife was persecuted to death by the big shot!" Liu laughed bleakly to the heavens: "The hero forgot one thing: he had acted out on the street! No big shot can tolerate such open humiliation! Backing down only gives these big shots the courage to crush you further under their heels!"

"What kind of man is that? Even with unmatched martial prowess, he is nothing more than a castrated fake!"

"What’s the key to surviving in the Jianghu? It’s all about face! Once you throw the first punch, you have to keep hitting with all you’ve got! Hit with a fiery passion! A single moment of retreat, and you’ll be a coward for life!"

"Thinking about the consequences before acting merely reminds us to weigh the ultimate benefits and losses! It’s definitely not the standard for deciding our actions!" Liu Zhenhan’s gaze tightened like an eagle falcon, "I have moral boundaries, and there is no frightful consequence that can surpass my bottom line!"

The Swan Tribe beauty’s eyes widened, obviously, it was the first time she had heard such brazen logic of a desperado.

"Gortani, now I’m asking you just one question, do you want to be my woman or not?" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes fixed on the Swan Tribe beauty; his gaze was like the giant sword in the hands of the war god statue on Mount Hyjal, wrapped in millennium-old ice frost.

Of course not, it goes without saying. The Swan Tribe beauty blinked frantically.

"If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as your consent," Liu Zhenhan said with a sly smile.

The Swan Tribe beauty nearly fainted, her mind plunged into great chaos, until she was suddenly lifted around the waist and walked toward a small room separated by rolling curtains. Only then did she realize what was about to happen, her pupils dilating to the extreme, her thoughts completely mechanical.

As a Fei Princess of the Swan Tribe, she had never imagined she would be coerced into marriage in such a way. In the maiden’s fanciful dreams, it should have been a handsome young man riding a white horse, coming through the misty rain, with long hair over his shoulders.

The low bed strewn with animal fur skins was as soft as a lush, fragrant meadow, the beauty exquisite like jade.

The unique fragrance lingered and roamed above Liu Zhenhan’s nostrils, intoxicating his heart and soul.

The Swan Tribe beauty’s face was so hot it could boil a pot of coffee, tears mingled with humiliation silently slid down from the corner of her eyes once more.

In the face of no choice, this kind of humiliation was undoubtedly the greatest torture.

The Swan Tribe beauty’s heart was shattered; she was completely in despair.

The Swan Tribe beauty had countless things she wanted to say; she absolutely believed that as long as she spoke up, the Shaman of Divine Songs would release her obediently. Yet at this moment, she was precisely unable to fulfill even this small request.

What was particularly embarrassing was that she couldn’t avoid the awkward scene before her eyes----------------this Richard quickly undid his shaman robe, revealing his body covered in tattoos and startling scars. The little Swan Tribe beauty had never seen a man’s body with such perfect, robust muscles, with such thick, dense chest hair, with so many tattoos, with so many concentrated scars.