Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1435 - 415: Peak of Strength_2

Chapter 1435: Chapter 415: Peak of Strength_2

"I should have thought of it earlier!" Mourinho coughed softly, holding Queen Liv’s hand and sighed looking at Enrida, "The silver box has been buried underground for so many years, how much air could it have!"

"It’s not your fault. When I appeared, I was still breathing, it’s natural for you to have a habitual way of thinking." Enrida pointed to her small nose, her childish lips delivering a lesson filled with an old-fashioned tone, "But I still think you were too confident! Anyway, a poor soul who’s been bound by Wind Runes chains for so many years, without eating or drinking and still survived, shouldn’t you have a little reverence? How could you release me so easily? Foolish child!"

"Elder, if you really dislike us, just do as you wish. There’s no need for verbal teasing!" Mourinho snorted coldly.

"Boy! Do not try to provoke me. I have been imprisoned for many years, don’t expect my temper to be too good!" Enrida chuckled, "If I just killed you, wouldn’t that be too lenient for you? Hmm?"

"Pretty arrogant, Enrida!" Liu Zhenhan hopped over like a zombie with stiff knees.

"It’s you." Enrida turned back and smiled, then looked at Guoguo strapped on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder, her smile becoming even sweeter.

Mourinho was frantically signaling to Richard, wanting him to jump over quickly------------heaven’s geese, forget one thing, now he was seriously injured, both Elf Mages were down, even if Richard jumped over, was there really a chance to unleash the Artifact chains in the hands of this seal demon Enrida?

Liu Zhenhan quickly stood still; not that he didn’t want to hop to the side of heaven’s geese, but because a black flame dagger appeared in Enrida’s hand, its tip directly pointing at his forehead.

"You two wearing masks really doesn’t look good. It lacks all the style from before." Enrida clicked her tongue continuously.

"Dumbass," the little parrot disdainfully shook its big horn-like feathers: "~look who’s talking with your bare buttocks~"

"You better stay still too!" Enrida ignored the little parrot, and magically pulled another flame dagger in her left hand, pointing it towards Blood Infant Siro in the sky.

The complexion of Master Siro was very unpleasant. His green sheath wings vibrated rapidly under Enrida’s fierce gaze, and his heart’s slight movements, like a clear day’s thaw, silently crumbled.

Actually, this pitiful Blood Infant had not yet figured out exactly what was happening.

"Enrida, what exactly do you want to do?" Liu Zhenhan took a big puff from his cigar: "To kill or to mangle, at least let me say a word, alright?"

"Speak then." Enrida swayed the flame dagger, her tone malicious and heavy: "Anyway, I won’t restrict any of your freedom, remember, freedom, not life!"

"He and this handsome guy are actually Beamon priests." Liu Zhenhan signalled Mourinho with a nod, eyes falling on the petite Enrida: "We bear no malice against you, our initial intention was just to borrow your magic power to revive someone, we even negotiated to grant you freedom again!"

"Ah ha—cheap freedom, I’ve heard your conversation." Enrida laughed gleefully, her eyes shimmering with a layer of moisture.

"I know what I’m saying might seem shameless, but as an elder, at least give us two a fair chance to confront you?" Liu Zhenhan chuckled, "How about letting us retrieve the Medusa Badge first, and then have a proper contest with you?"

"You really think too highly of yourself!" Enrida raised an eyebrow, smiling adorably, "I can kill you with just a breath, do you think I would offer you a fair chance? Is there even fairness in this world?"

Siro had also recognized Liu Zhenhan’s identity by now; no matter how different a persona mask could change his face, it couldn’t alter his demeanour and voice while speaking.

Master Siro’s lips moved twice but in the end, he dared not interject, feeling that continuing to stay silent was probably the best choice.

"I don’t know why, but I am quite fond of you..."

"Don’t flatter yourself! I was born with the ’Yin Spirit Eye’; any male creature would naturally feel affection toward me! But this once-in-a-lifetime chance, I gave to that little thing on your shoulder but not to you!" Enrida pouted her small lips, "Why would you have affection for me? How amusing."

"What?" Liu Zhenhan was stunned, internally muttering it was probably another side effect of synchronizing life with Guoguo: "Then why didn’t you use this natural allure to seduce the one who sealed you back then?"

"Affection does not mean losing one’s wits. Those reptiles who value principles over life would never be lenient!" Enrida’s eyes turned blood red, her teeth clenched in anger: "Why would I easily spoil this ability!"

Liu Zhenhan glanced at Guoguo, who was winking and smiling at him.

"Is it your pet?" Enrida looked up at Liu.

"It’s your daddy." Liu Zhenhan snickered.

"No, it’s not my daddy, it’s my husband." Enrida shook her head tenderly as she gazed at Guoguo: "From tonight onwards, it will be my lifelong partner!"

Master Siro was nearly in another accident, while Liu Zhenhan and Mourinho rolled their eyes, their mouths gaping like suffocating crocodiles.