Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 791 - 173: One Mouse Dropping Ruins a Pot of Porridge_2

Chapter 791: Chapter 173: One Mouse Dropping Ruins a Pot of Porridge_2

"This is the magical beast summoned by my ’Emerald Dream’," Nana said to Daisy in a dull tone, "It’s the most powerful magical beast in this vicinity."

"It sure took its time getting here, the strongest magical beast? What power can you borrow from it?" Daisy’s gaze had been on Mage Liu Zhenhan the whole time, until the giant butterfly landed in front of her, only then did she ask Nana.

Nana blushed, her beautiful and tempting lips moved from time to time, but she couldn’t speak a word.

Mage Liu Zhenhan, holding the antennae of the Evil-eye Tyrant, dragged it in front of everyone, several tear-streaked beauties rushed into his strong arms.

The giant butterfly circled above them, spinning a sweet and refreshing fragrance.

"What’s this?" Mage Liu Zhenhan reached out, curious to touch the enormous butterfly. Moer and the butterfly seemed to have become chummy at first sight, flying about in harmony—big and small, a fascinating sight.

"It’s summoned by Nana’s ’Emerald Dream’....." Daisy started, looking at Nana who was blushing, then focused on Mage Liu Zhenhan, "...the most powerful magical beast in this vicinity."

"It looks impressive." Mage Liu Zhenhan, looking at the sizeable butterfly, made the comment. He couldn’t help but judge the butterfly’s strength based on its massive size.

"How’s your leg?" Fire Bird asked weakly while lying on the ground. The poor fire bird couldn’t move, and while the bleeding had quickly stopped due to its constitution, the muscles and blood stuck to the ground hurt with every slight movement.

"Damn. I’ve become disabled." Mage Liu Zhenhan put on a pitiful face. Having one’s tendons severed would dampen anyone’s spirit. Even though Fei Wenli’s python bile could help in recovery, he would probably be limping for about half a month. Tendons weren’t as easy to re-grow as muscles.

The Iron Cross Beast roared in the distance, circling the unconscious Gortani, occasionally licking the face of the Swan Knight.

"Pavel, Xiao Cui, bring Gortani over here. Let the monks out; Guoguo must’ve taken a heavy blow." Liu Zhenhan weakly motioned, thought for a bit, and added, "Don’t tell her anything! She was mentally controlled; it’s not her fault for my leg!"

"Understood," Nedved replied without turning his head.

"Haha~" Fire Bird, using its wings as a crutch, clumsily half-stood. The thickened dried blood almost glued it to the floor. The ripping sound made when Fire Bird stood up momentarily caused pain so intense that he laughed in a way that sounded worse than crying.

"This Evil-eye Tyrant!" Fire Bird gasped for air, laughing after a few breaths, "Just thinking about how it teased us the whole time and didn’t even manage to cast a super spell before it died, I can’t help but feel exhilarated!"

"It wanted to save its power, it thought it had this in the bag." Liu Zhenhan thought about it and found it hilarious too: "What a fail."

"Mostly because if it had accidentally killed you, it wouldn’t have been worth it." Fire Bird gnashed his teeth from the pain, "Damn! After all we’ve been through in this fight, we didn’t even get the armor, this is fucking..."

Liu Zhenhan, waving his space ring, let all the idle people out. All of them surrounded Fire Bird in surprise, even the monks weren’t an exception. Healing this injury of Fire Bird’s wouldn’t be hard with its Fei Wenli-level healing ability, but it was rarely seen: self-flayed.

This is too fucking rare. Monk Owen audibly clicked his tongue.

Antipolo’s mom. Fire Bird cursed.

"Quit yammering! Hurry up and read some sacred scriptures for me! What did I give you all those ’Falcon Sea’ for? Am I raising you for nothing?" Liu Zhenhan’s abdomen and foot were covered in wounds, seeing the two breezy monks annoyed him.

"Be gentle!" Ning Yu told the pouting monks, "Don’t move him around too much, the Lord is severely injured."

"Where is the magic crystal of this Evil Eye Tyrant? I’ll extract it." Fat Luo looked at the smashed body of the Evil Eye Tyrant, his thieving eyes turning, rolling up his sleeves.

"Got it." Liu Zhenhan, in both pain and pleasure, patiently put pressure on his wounded leg and sat on the ground, staring at the greyish-white blood swirling around his Mithril forearm, he couldn’t help but be pleased.

The two monks who were inspecting his leg injury looked up, grumbled softly, "You’ve become disabled and you’re still taking it?"

"It’s no use sucking more, you don’t know how to use it." Fire Bird laughed.

"What?" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes, "I have the Sword Chant chart of Saint Chiao, I’m just going to make a Saint Chiao Sword Chant!"

"With your qualifications, if you can master Sword Chant even with a mentor, I’ll twist my head off and let you play soccer with it." Helen acted like a tutor, twisting Liu Zhenhan’s nose while pouting.

Liu Zhenhan’s face immediately turned red, given his abilities, learning Sword Chant without a mentor was nearly impossible. Even if Prince Benitez sent a mage to teach him, he doubted himself, he who strongly disliked meditation, whether he could learn magical attacks or not was still a question.