The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 229 - 211: Humiliation

The black blood seeping through the gaps in the Dragon Scale began to coagulate.

He gently nudged Luna Sutton’s cheek with an unimaginable tenderness, showing no trace of The Mad Dragon.

"Luna’s medicine... so sweet..."

Luna Sutton couldn’t help but laugh and cry, smacking him on the head: "Have you gone mad enough? If so, get down quickly..."

Before she finished speaking, her body was lifted into the air by the Dragon Tail wrapped around her waist.

"Ah..."

She screamed in fear, thinking she’d definitely end up as a pancake today.

She sighed internally: A madman is truly a madman.

Just about to use vines to hook onto the distant treetop.

When Mael Valerius suddenly dived down, transforming into human form, catching her steadily just before she hit the ground.

The solid, burning chest was against her back, warm breaths sprayed on her face, and a wild laugh echoed in her ear: "Still as afraid of death as you were when you were little, Luna."

In those dark golden eyes, sickly obsession churned, his hands clasped tightly around her waist, almost pressing her whole body into his chest.

"Let go of me, you pervert."

Her teeth clenched tightly, struggling to get out of his embrace, but he only held on tighter.

"I’m only a pervert for Luna."

His thin lips curved into a charming arc, suddenly moved closer to her ear, rubbing lightly, "Behave, don’t make a fuss, the old ones are watching..."

Luna Sutton was slightly stunned, only then did she notice that all the elite Dragon Clan members had transformed into human form and were kneeling on the ground, the Silver-haired Elder eyeing her with uncertainty.

"Little female..."

The Silver-haired Elder suddenly stepped forward, "Are you a witch doctor?"

The green halo and vines just now were clearly the Wood Healing Ability.

And that pitch-black pill she popped into the Young Master’s mouth.

These were all abilities possessed by a witch doctor.

Whether in the Lower Domain or Aetheria, witch doctors are respected by Beastmen.

Luna Sutton hadn’t spoken yet.

Mael Valerius’s legs turned into a Dragon Tail, abruptly blocking in front, his eyes flaring red again: "Stay away from her!"

Then he turned her around entirely, holding her face to face, with Luna Sutton’s back and backside facing those people.

In his dark golden eyes, a trace of danger flitted by: "Does Elder Hawthorne have something to ask my partner?"

The Silver-haired Elder Magnus Valerius staggered back half a step at this word "partner," his expression extremely odd.

Celestia Fawkes had just freed herself from the vines when she heard this sentence, so angry she spat blood on the spot, her once-splendid face turning more unsightly than a rotten egg.

"Corvus!"

She stumbled forward, tearful: "Our clans decided on a marriage contract long ago..."

"Marriage contract?"

Mael Valerius suddenly chuckled, exerting a dragon’s pressure that forced Celestia Fawkes to her knees, "I recall breaking that thing to pieces myself, didn’t I?"

Celestia Fawkes’s face instantly turned pale.

She clambered up, fingertips pinched white, "Corvus, do you think shattering a marriage contract can dissolve the agreement between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan?"

Mael Valerius finally raised his head to look at her, sneering: "The marriage contract between the two clans was arranged by my father. If you want to marry, marry that old fool instead. I don’t mind if you become a fill-in for him since my mother is long dead..."

As soon as these words came out, a series of "pfft" sounds echoed throughout the hall.

Mael Valerius was indeed interesting, letting Celestia Fawkes marry the Dragon Clan leader, Horace Valerius.

Upon further thought, it’s not impossible; after all, Horace’s partner had been dead for a long time.

Whether Celestia Fawkes married the son or the father, it would fulfill the purpose of uniting the two clans.

It’s just that Horace was too old, not as stunningly handsome as Mael Valerius.

Celestia Fawkes trembled with rage, her whole face flushed red, and the surrounding laughter only made it redder.

She looked at Mael Valerius with anger and heartbreak: "Corvus, after all my sincere feelings for you, you humiliate me like this."

Mael Valerius raised an eyebrow, malice surging in his eyes, yet his lips curled provocatively, "Humiliate? Weren’t you the one rushing to find humiliation yourself?"

With that, he lifted Luna Sutton’s chin with his long fingers, kissing her lips in front of everyone.

Then he looked up at Celestia Fawkes, his dark golden eyes filled with defiance: "Look closely, this is the partner I want to marry. As for you..."

He sneered coldly, the contempt in his tone overwhelming: "Get lost."

Celestia Fawkes’s chest heaved violently, her eyes reddening as if she’d burn a hole through Luna Sutton.

"Fine! Very well!"

She laughed angrily, her voice sharp and piercing, "Mael Valerius, do you think this will get you out of the marriage contract? The union between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan can’t be undone with just your words!"

She flung her sleeves and spat bitterly: "I’ll remember this day’s humiliation well, Celestia Fawkes will see what sort of skills a lowly female from the Lower Domain has that so captivates you."