Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 315 - 64 Misfortune or Fortune is Hard to Predict_3

Chapter 315: Chapter 64 Misfortune or Fortune is Hard to Predict_3

The smiles of Liu Zhenhan and Avril vanished in an instant.

"Sabotaging me?" Liu Zhenhan squinted at the Fairy Dragon.

"I haven’t finished talking. Who asked you to be so impatient?" The Fairy Dragon stared back at him defiantly.

"Do you have any last words to pass on?" Liu Zhenhan stared at the Fairy Dragon.

"You can kill me. For me, perhaps death is also a kind of liberation. If the Dragon Clan didn’t strictly prohibit suicide, I wouldn’t be here enduring your humiliation! But don’t forget, my identity is also a "Demon Pet"! Let me use my blood and resentment as a sacrifice to curse you and your Beast of the Bad Luck with a curse that will persist for tens of millions of years!" The Fairy Dragon spoke through gritted teeth.

"Oh! You little brat are evil enough! Can’t kill you? Then let you taste this too."

Liu Zhenhan grabbed the Fairy Dragon’s chin and poured a mouthful of Python Bile from the skin bag into her mouth.

The Fairy Dragon did not use Instant Teleport, nor did she resist. She just let Liu Zhenhan pour the Python Bile into her mouth, choking and coughing without avoiding it. There was only pleasure and a spirit of revenge in her eyes.

This caused Liu Zhenhan’s features to distort with rage.

"It is unwise to offend a member of the Dragon Clan, you will witness the fury of the Dragon Clan! I assure you, what the Beast of the Bad Luck brings you this time is still misfortune!" The Fairy Dragon lifted her left hand and wiped the Python Bile falling from the corner of her mouth.

Liu Zhenhan noticed a detail: there was a magic platinum ring on the index finger of the Fairy Dragon’s left hand. Mounted on it was a green emerald, which was condensed from ore over four and a half billion years. The ring was inscribed with the four simple Dragon Clan characters for "My Love in Heart". This was the engagement symbol between a female Fairy dragon and a male Seven-Colored Dragon. If they were married, the ring would be moved to the middle finger.

"If one comes, I’ll kill one." Liu Zhenhan sneered on the surface, but he was frustrated inside. It was a good thing, why did it turn into a disaster again?

"What should I do then? Wouldn’t I become a pufferfish?" Tears flowed down Avril’s face, crystallizing into petite pearls that clattered as they hit the ground.

"Don’t be afraid, this is a minor issue at most, at most the barrier will be temporarily suspended. Believe me, I will definitely find a solution! If you feel imbalance, I will drink with you." Liu Zhenhan reassured Avril, gently patting her tender shoulder: "This is actually good, in the future, if anyone dares to bully you, one spit will kill them."

"No!" Avril quickly grabbed his hand: "What will happen to Ning Yu and Helen if you drink this?"

Avril’s face turned slightly red as she spoke.

As soon as Liu saw her, he knew what Avril meant and laughed.

"Tears turn into pearls? You’re a mermaid? The mermaid has turned into a pufferfish! Great!" The Fairy Dragon sneered, "No wonder your water magic is so outstanding, I want to see how you’ll kiss your loved ones in the future! Doesn’t your Sea Clan value kissing the most? Ha ha...."

"What are you smug about?" Liu Zhenhan grabbed the Fairy Dragon’s white neck, and his tone was vicious: "Think about yourself! Would that handsome Seven-Colored Dragon still marry you? Unless after marrying you he doesn’t sleep with you! I’m sorry, forgive my vulgarity, my honorable miss Fairy Dragon with the bloodline of the ancient holy giant dragon!"

The Fairy Dragon snorted coldly, turned her head away, and stopped talking, but her eyes were full of sadness and despair.

"Sir! I found the treasure. It was found in a hidden cellar by the wall." Gude parted the crowd, carrying a large box, and walked over.

The box was made of bronze, carved with many patterns and strange emblems on top. It looked ancient and elegant, exuding a long-lost, age-old aura. Opening the box, Liu Zhenhan pointed to an item and said, "Let me take a look at this one first."

Gude took out a thick bronze artifact from the box and handed it over to Liu Zhenhan. It resembled a folding fan shape, weighing around four pounds. Its edges were perfectly matched, the lines were smooth, and both surfaces were exquisitely embossed with wisteria floral decorations. The front end had a piece of brightly polished flint, and the rear end had a bronze fishhook.

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes lit up. He took a closer look and managed to pull out a two-feet long saw blade from the fan-like object, a mini bronze spade, a copper knife blade, a finely honed copper needle, a sharkskin rasp embedded in the bronze handle, and four extending bronze handles which could spread in all directions, looking like a miniature tent’s framework. The bronze fishhook at the back pulled out a thin, retractable string that was about twenty-five feet long.

"What is this thing?" Gude was surprised to find so many hidden contraptions in such a small object.

"Goblin military knife." Liu Zhenhan replied with a grin, "This is the military knife made by the great wise goblin, Goblin, ten thousand years ago. It can be used for digging trenches, sawing wood, starting fires, polishing weapons, sewing clothes, and setting up tents. Of course, I guess only goblins, dwarves, and the hobbit halflings could fit in such tents. The string is made from the silk of the human-faced spider, very sturdy, strong enough to strangle someone, or it can be used for fishing."

"That powerful?" Gude’s mouth hung open in astonishment. The militiamen wore similar expressions.

"Indeed it is." Liu Zhenhan had learned of it from ancient writings, otherwise, he would not have known.

"What is this hidden stuff?" Gude found several thin sheets of copper from the box, all filled with cuneiform symbols and delicate illustrations.

Liu Zhenhan immediately recognized the design of an ancient power firegun on one of the sheets. He eagerly took the pile of copper sheets with trembling hands.

"Kampas! A portable hand gun! An ancient long fire gun! And even a magic break cannon! These are weapon blueprints!" Like a madman, Liu Zhenhan flipped through the copper sheets. Each exclamation named a weapon from the era of the giant demon war, sending a tremor through everyone present.

Amidst many pairs of shocked eyes, Liu Zhenhan crushed the copper sheets into a ball. "My lord... You..." Gude’s eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Although the designs suggest these are the weapon blueprints of the great goblin wise man, we can’t decipher the ancient goblin’s cuneiform scripts now, so what’s the point of keeping it?" said Liu, with a casual smile.

"I can read the cuneiform scripts of ancient goblins," the fairy dragon interjected, its eyes twinkled.

"Even if you can, I don’t want it. These terrifying weapons should vanish in the river of time. Wisdom should not be used to kill. Fairy Dragon, you taught me this, and I have taken your teachings to heart." Liu Zhenhan eyed the fairy dragon like an aged, merciful priest looking at a notorious, irredeemable bandit.

The Fairy Dragon was so angry that it almost passed out.

If you could manufacture it, you would have done so long ago. Why wait for me? Once such weapons become widespread, the physical advantage of the Beamon would completely vanish. How could I let it continue to plague the world? Liu Zhenhan smirked inwardly.

The giant crane, which had been busy preening its feathers, suddenly let out a loud cry. Its red eyes turned towards the door, filled with a murderous air—it seemed to be issuing a warning.

The militiamen immediately drew their weapons, keeping a wary eye on the entrance.

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