The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 270 - 235: Dream Premonition
"This little thing is quite fierce." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Malachi Arcanus couldn’t help but mutter with a frown.
Luna Sutton gave him a sharp look, "That’s a sacred object of The Veno-Herbalist Clan, don’t underestimate it."
With that, she couldn’t help but yawn, clearly exhausted.
Last night was quite the ordeal; first entwined with Zeke Veridian for an hour or two, then ran to The Phoenix Clan to set up rebound talismans, causing a great commotion.
On the way back, they discovered two or three acres of rice fields, and she spent half the night harvesting rice with Zeke. Even an iron man couldn’t withstand that.
All she wanted now was a good night’s sleep.
She turned and lay down on the haystack behind her, casually pulling a beast skin blanket over herself, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and Mael Valerius all knew she hadn’t slept the entire previous night. At this moment, she was certainly both tired and sleepy.
Exchanging glances, they tactfully chose not to disturb her and quietly retreated.
...
Luna Sutton turned over on the haystack, the beast skin blanket slipping halfway off.
Outside the cave, the muffled sounds of several men arguing reached her ears, but it was indistinct, as if heard through a veil of mist.
Rarely one to dream, today she found herself having an unusual dream.
She dreamed of returning to The Lower Domain, back to The Wolf Tribe; nothing there had changed, still the same as when she left.
The only difference was that three wolf pups had grown significantly, becoming quite fluffy and particularly endearing, each having awakened the abilities of ice, fire, and darkness.
Under her father’s meticulous care and the watering with spiritual liquid, eight serpent eggs cracked open one after another.
They inherited Rhys Blackwood’s bloodline abilities, born as Aethel Serpents, each a different color: some black like Rhys, others emerald, deep purple, scarlet red, and pure snow white...
Each one was exceptionally lively, darting here and there every day, sometimes diving here, sometimes sneaking there.
It maddened her father, who would blow his beard and glare before smiling and cursing as he searched for them everywhere.
On their mischievous days, they would crawl onto her father and affectionately wrap around his neck.
One wrapped around his head, and others around his neck and wrists, mimicking wristbands and necklaces.
The naughty ones would even wriggle into his clothes.
Whenever this happened, her father would be left in hysterics, pulling them off one by one while laughing and cursing, "You little imps are so unruly, nothing like your father, but very much like Luna when she was young — just as mischievous and troublesome."
The scene before her eyes suddenly shifted, the warm sunlight turning into dense clouds.
Luna Sutton abruptly saw the elite warriors of The Phoenix Clan descending from the sky, their fiery wings obscuring the heavens.
The entire Wolf Tribe was engulfed in endless flames, every man, woman, elder, and child perished in the sea of fire.
They tried to flee but were ruthlessly blocked by the Phoenix warriors and thrown back into the flames, burning alive.
She saw Finn Arcanus and Yuri Ashwood desperately protecting her father and the pups, trying to escape.
But they were outnumbered.
Finn Arcanus and Yuri Ashwood were murdered, her father lay in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
Celestia Fawkes descended from the back of a Fire Phoenix, her face sinister as she approached her father.
She stopped where he lay, and with one foot on his chest, she pressed down hard, the sores on her face writhing: "Old man, hand over your daughter!"
"Father..."
She watched helplessly as the three furry wolf pups were bound by a Fire Chain, the blazing Phoenix True Fire scorching their fur, causing them to bare their teeth in pain and yowl, weakly struggling.
The eight little Aethel Serpents were forced into the Poisonous Insect Jar by Ignatius Phoenix.
Celestia Fawkes glanced at Great Shaman Ignis, her mouth twisting into a sinister smile: "I’ve heard snake gallbladders can neutralize toxins, remember to save some for me..."
The scene abruptly shifted to the Phoenix Clan’s ancestral shrine.
Soren Phoenix was forced to kneel by two Phoenix Clan Warriors, his body already turned into a bloodied mess, his fresh blood dripping down the fiery red feather robe.
Phoenix Clan Chief Xylon Phoenix slapped him across the face: "Defying your father for some Low Domain wench? Ignoring your sister’s plight, Valerius has been mad for a dozen years, and you want to follow suit, is that it? I’ll break your legs today..."
"No..."
She struggled, wanting to wake up, but the dream suddenly morphed to Beast King City.
The Old Beast King lay on the bed, his face dark and blue, coughing up blood incessantly, his breath perilously weak, as if on the verge of death.
Chloe Callahan stood beside Nolan Sterling, her smile particularly sweet, revealing the two newly grown front teeth, yet the words out of her mouth seemed laced with poison: "Father, the third brother is already a cripple without a tail, why still hold him dear? He might now be using his remaining fox tail as a rag in the sect to scrub floors; how long do you think he begged on his knees before he got a mouthful of leftovers?"
