Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 132 - 132 8 Next Stop Heavenly King VIP 6_1

132: Chapter 8: Next Stop, Heavenly King (VIP Chapter 6)_1 132: Chapter 8: Next Stop, Heavenly King (VIP Chapter 6)_1 “Helen would never do such a thing!

If Helen would sacrifice others in a bid to amass powerful pets through the Soul Contract of the ‘Life Praise’, I firmly believe the brilliance of ‘Life Praise’ would not shine on her.” Ning Yu frowned at Liu Zhenhan, surmising his ill intentions for Helen’s ‘Life Praise’.

“Of course, I would never do that.” Helen declared haughtily.

What a pair of blockheads.

Liu Zhenhan thought to himself: All that convincing for nothing.

“Let’s not discuss this for now!

I promise you, I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Liu Zhenhan scratched his nostril, “Just relax and wait for me at Bog Village.

I refuse to believe that anyone could resist the combined forces of seven individuals, especially with the Golden Figures by our side.”

“Where do the seven come from?” Ning Yu was puzzling over the math.

“Four Golden Figures, me, Guoguo, and the Elemental Fishman inside the barrier.

Doesn’t that make seven?” Liu Zhenhan was counting on his fingers.

“Such a shame.”

“You…” Avril’s face blushed instantly.

Not only Avril but even Helen and Ning Yu turned bright red.

Seeing their adorable blushes, a mischievous thought welled up inside Liu Zhenhan, much like pouring a bucket of oil onto a bonfire.

“Shouldn’t we find a place…” Liu Zhenhan shamelessly suggested.

“Richard!

Don’t you dare say another word!” Ning Yu shot him a glance, complaining with feigned annoyance.

Liu Zhenhan swallowed, shamelessly diverted the subject.

“You too, Ning Yu.”

Ning Yu’s face turned beet red.

She pouted at Liu Zhenhan before running off, lowering her head in embarrassment.

“I sometimes wonder if that curse from the Magical Beast also transferred its lecherous nature to Lord Richard…” Helen muttered, covering her mouth to hide her giggles.

“There’s no fun in a crowd!” Liu Zhenhan looked at the bustling crowd around him, feeling repressively annoyed.

“I must secure my territory soon.

I’m tired of drifting around.”

“You’re getting more and more indecent!

Go on, if you don’t leave now, who knows what nonsense you might blurt out!”

“You should go back.

And wait for my return before heading to the temple!

Don’t let that prince bother you!

Understand?” Liu Zhenhan signaled to Karu to pack up for the journey while instructing the three young ladies.

“Lord Priest!” The Halfling elder hailed from a distance, trotting over at his leisure, leaning on his cane, with two leather pouches in his hand.

“What is it?” Liu Zhenhan asked irritably.

He didn’t need to guess to know that the old man was still after the Turtle Bead.

“Sir, may I ask where is your Mining Village now?” The Halfling elder asked with a bow.

“Me?” Liu Zhenhan pointed to his nose and laughed, “I’m still working on my promotion and haven’t secured a Mining Village yet.

I’m merely a pauper.

If you’re interested in my Turtle Bead, you can buy it with Gold Coins.”

“How much?” The Halfling elder’s eyes glistened with anticipation.

Liu Zhenhan named a price.

The elder’s stature sank even lower.

Does he think us Hobbit Halflings to be dragons guarding treasures?

The elder looked utterly dejected.

“Sir!” The elder clung to Liu Zhenhan’s robe, refusing to let go, desperately hailing Robert, who was staining a strip of velvet with blood.

“What may I assist Elder with?” Robert hurried over, perplexed by the sight of the elder with a flushed red face and the lifted buttock, desperately trying to halt Liu Zhenhan, Arielle’s devotee.

“Sir Robert!” The Halfling elder’s face was beaded with sweat, “Please plead with this great Priest to allow us Hobbit Halflings into his Mining Village once it’s secured, to serve his citizens and knights with our cuisines!

He straightforwardly dismissed my goodwill!”

“Huh?” Robert almost became dumbfounded.

How many Hobbit Halfling chefs does the whole Migg Legion have?

Most of them serve the nobles.

Hobbit Halflings are known for their bravery and pride that do not match their small stature.

They never bow to any creature, only their God of Cuisine, Ailin.

But now they’re pandering to others?

“I don’t want that!” Liu Zhenhan replied with a hint of embarrassment, as the elder had nearly pulled his pants down a while ago.

Had his stature not been short, he would have received a heavy slap long ago.

“I’m even willing to personally prepare meals for Lord Richard!

I beg you!

Sir!” The Halfling elder’s face was filled with desperation, like he was prepared for a heroic sacrifice.

“Incomprehensible!” Liu Zhenhan was surprised to find another with a face as thick as his.