Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain-Chapter 110 - His little wife’s acting skills seemed inferior to his (1)
Chapter 110 – His little wife’s acting skills seemed inferior to his (1)
Lu Ziran lay fallen on the ground. His muscles hurt and spasm, and he was drooling. He clutched his dantian area and desperately recalled everything in his dream, but he couldn’t find an answer.
Lu Ziran’s expression was twisted. In just a few short seconds, he discovered to his horror that his cultivation had fallen from almost to level 4 to the early stage of level 3.
He didn’t dare to spend more thinking about this about this. He struggled to get up from the ground and looked around with wide eyes, trying to find the demon that had sneak attacked him.
Lu Ziran didn’t notice that after the fiend energy had frantically devoured his cultivation, little by little, it spilled out from his body and drifted back to Yuan Jue’s hand.
Yuan Jue was leaning on the giant tree and calmly “watching” the fallen Lu Ziran. His beautiful gray-blue eyes had turned scarlet. With the scars on his face and the sinister fiend energy that flowed out of him, he looked like a malevolent spirit.
As he watched Lu Ziran, who was spasming in pain, his lips quirked up in bloodthirsty elation. He narrowed his eyes. The fiend energy in his body was seething and suring. He was almost about to lose control of it.
As for Ruan Qiuqiu, she was extremely surprised to see Lu Ziran spasming. She squeezed the spear and instinctively looked around. She was worried that really was a demon or fiend behind the surprise attack. However, she didn’t see anything. She used her spiritual energy to check and found hard-to-detect traces of fiend energy on Lu Ziran.
Ruan Qiuqiu: “…?”
Could it be that the same thing was happening to Lu Ziran that happened to Little Mo Yu? If your body was weak and you stood by the cave’s entrance that was full of residual fiend energy for too long, you would get seriously injured?
But wasn’t he the male lead, or was he injured before coming here? Was he a weak lion pretending to be strong?
Ruan Qiuqiu didn’t know what was going on with Lu Ziran, but she assumed that the unconscious gray wolf at home had helped her again. She decided to borrow the wolf’s power and use this opportunity to get rid of this scumbag lion.
An idea popped up. Ruan Qiuqiu pretended to be scared and called out towards the snowy area behind Lu Ziran. “Oh my god, could that legend be true? There’s really an invisible high-level fiend at the borders of the forest?”
Ruan Qiuqiu ran in the Fire Wolf Tribe’s direction after shouting. She pretended that something was chasing her. “What a terrifying invisible fiend! Don’t come closer! Ah!”
Her voice abruptly brought Yuan Jue, who had almost allowed the fiend energy and his murderous desire to control him, back to his senses. He forcefully clutched his two hands that he had almost lost control of.
There was a stifled bit of blood in his chest from overusing the fiend energy. The blood with the fiend energy was unceasingly wreaking havoc.
Pain pervaded through his body, but Yuan Jue didn’t have the time to notice that. His attention had been grabbed by Ruan Qiuqiu performance, which she had spared no effort.
He saw Ruan Qiuqiu suddenly falling down in a strange posture. It looked as if a monster had pounced on her.
“Oww!” She seemed as if something was choking her. Her two thin legs were flapping in the snow and losing strength. Painful violent coughing came from her mouth. It seemed as if she was being strangled to death.
Yuan Jue: “…”
His little wife’s acting skills seemed inferior to his.
Yuan Jue watched her comical show of struggling in the snow and suddenly silently laughed. That laughter smoothly helped him spit out that bit of blood with fiend energy, putting an end to the invisible high-level fiend.
As for Lu Ziran, he saw how scared Ruan Qiuqiu was. That in addition to how suddenly the attack on him had been and how his cultivation was still falling – he was almost about to drop to level 2 – led him to believe her.
The pain was increasing in his dantian. His last bit of doubt disappeared.
He looked at Ruan Qiuqiu, who had gradually stopped moving, and no longer hesitated. He shifted into his lion form that would make it easier to escape and fled into the depths of the forest.
He didn’t even spare a look at Ruan Qiuqiu, who he had recently said that he liked so much, as he ran away in a direction that wouldn’t bring him back to the Fire Wolf Tribe. He didn’t look back.
