Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 906 - 210: Waves in the Vinegar Sea

Chapter 906: Chapter 210: Waves in the Vinegar Sea

The petite fox dressed in rainbow feathered clothes was holy and proud, her beautiful face suddenly became distant and unfamiliar. In the distance, a large group of Bemon nobles were casually chatting with the people around them, occasionally glancing towards Liu Zhenhan with schadenfreude in their eyes.

Liu Zhenhan’s smile also became slightly awkward, as he sheepishly touched his nose, "Helen, stop joking around..."

"Who’s joking with you?" Helen’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, a trace of disgust faintly appeared at the corners of her mouth, "I came here this time to make things clear with you, that you and I are simply from two different worlds. Everything that started from the deserted island was a mistake, and unfortunately, I lived in that terrible nightmare for so long."

"Now, it’s time to wake up." Helen’s voice was as cold as ice and as rigid as iron, her gaze filled with disdain and an unwillingness to thaw.

"What’s wrong with you?" Liu Zhenhan’s eyebrows furrowed, just as Moer was about to step forward, she was rudely pulled back by old Liu.

"It’s none of your business!" Liu Zhenhan pointed at Moer, his gaze cold.

"Tell me, who made you like this?" Liu Zhenhan’s glance shifted to Helen’s face, then drifted towards the distant king.

His gaze was as chilling as the icebound tundra, like a flash of lightning in the pitch-black rain, threatening and fiercely intoxicating. The Bemon warriors, appearing to be highly skilled, cautiously protected the side of the king under the threat and forcefulness of that gaze.

Liu Zhenhan’s gaze returned to the intoxicatingly beautiful face of the little fox.

"Not only are you ugly and vulgar, but what else can you do besides fight and kill all day? Can you provide me with a stable life? Can you earn me the respect of others?" Helen crossed her arms, her beautiful face reflecting an unregretful ruthlessness, "Our worlds from now on are completely different, I hope you won’t hinder me anymore, your very existence constrains me everywhere."

"Helen, then tell me, what does the perfect man in your mind look like?" Liu Zhenhan also crossed his arms, looking down at the little fox.

Helen was slightly fearful, dodging Liu Zhenhan’s aggressive gaze.

Nobles have their own dignity, although every Bemon noble was quietly focusing on Liu Zhenhan and Helen, they still pretended to be uninterested, only a few foolish young nobles were secretly preparing in their hearts. If that Shaman of the Divine Songs spoke harshly to the beautiful priestess from Cambridge again, they must sternly reprimand him.

"Why aren’t you speaking, Helen? You have to give me a reason, right? Is it because of Prince Richard whom I beat up?" Liu Zhenhan looked up, took a deep breath, smacked his lips, and forced a look of indifference while staring at Helen.

A blood-colored Azure Dragon, a roaring tiger, two flying women, and several lines of mysterious text faintly appeared around the Shaman of Divine Songs, weaving unpredictably in the air, looking very sinister.

"Prince Richard was beaten by you?" The little fox was stunned, her beautiful eyes widened, and looking at the tattoos she murmured, "You got another tattoo?"

"Don’t change the subject!" Liu Zhenhan nearly ground out these words with his teeth, "If it really is about that good-for-nothing, you are insulting me, Helen, don’t make me hate you!"

Seeing the unfamiliar Shaman of Divine Songs with an unfriendly expression, the distant king made eye contact with Lord Ali, the closest kangaroo priest.

"Your Highness Richard, I think you should add a title of respect when addressing Helen." Lord Ali, the kangaroo priest, helplessly came over, awkwardly inserting himself into the tense atmosphere.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Is it your place to speak here?"

"Go tremble your paws somewhere else!"

"Look look look, keep staring and I’ll gouge out your two eyeballs! Get lost!" Liu Zhenhan turned his head and cursed furiously at the poor Saint Kailu priest.

Lord Ali, the kangaroo priest, was completely stunned by the rant.

He had never expected that a Shaman of Divine Songs, a spokesperson for the divine, could curse so vulgarly and venomously. Hence, Lord Ali’s already trembling hands now shivered even more violently, his lips spasmed severely, and he couldn’t utter a single word with his face turning ashen.

The distant swan priest raised an eyebrow, clearly not intending to interject, and after arriving in the Bemont Capital, Lord Mourinho had become relatively silent and inconspicuous, still arrogant but not quite notable.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," Helen quickly apologized to Lord Ali, the kangaroo priest, "I’m terribly sorry, Lord Ali, for dragging you into this mess! We were just messing around!"

"Huh?" Liu Zhenhan was dumbfounded.

The kangaroo priest rolled his eyes, stumbled back three steps, and nearly passed out.

"What’s wrong? I know how many speculations and worries you must have had about me going to the Royal Palace! Acting like it doesn’t matter, keep pretending! I’m not wrong, am I?" Helen smirked, poking Liu Zhenhan’s forehead with her tender green jade finger, "Richard, oh Richard, so you can get jealous too! So you do care about me! Good for you, even beating up the prince! Way to go!"