The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 384 - 298: The Slap

In her heart, she couldn’t help but wonder, if Mael Valerius has been here, then perhaps Soren Phoenix and Zeke Veridian have also resolved their issues?

The severed tail of Rhys Blackwood was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, nurtured by the Wood Element Ability.

Beads of sweat covered Luna Sutton’s forehead, her face turning pale due to the immense consumption of ability.

Yet, she didn’t even furrow her brows, focusing entirely on the healing process.

Corbin Crowley emerged from the pool, his silver eyes sweeping over her slightly pale face, his brows furrowing.

He wanted to speak up to stop her, but was met with a glare from her.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, he ultimately remained silent.

After about a cup of tea’s time, Rhys Blackwood’s severed tail had finally fully attached, the originally shed scales had all regrown, restoring completely.

Rhys Blackwood’s once dull serpent eyes had regained their luster, and the previously dispirited aura had disappeared, replaced by a vigorous spirit.

Luna Sutton breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing limply onto a stone by the pond, her little face pale.

Corbin Crowley’s heart filled with panic, he instantly rushed over to support her, his silver eyes filled with concern: "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Rhys Blackwood was a step too late, silently retracting his snake tail that had wanted to catch her, his dark eyes mixed with worry and self-reproach.

If only his strength was sufficient, he wouldn’t have been defeated by those black dragons, and burdened Luna with the consumption of her ability to heal him.

She is even expecting a child.

Despite the worry and self-reproach, he didn’t outwardly show any of it, a flash of white light, and he transformed into human form standing aside.

"I’m fine."

Luna Sutton wiped the sweat from her forehead, pushed Corbin Crowley aside, got up, and walked to a nearby open space, sitting cross-legged to start meditating.

Her ability was nearly depleted; if she didn’t meditate quickly to recover, she wouldn’t have any strength left to continue healing others.

Zeke Veridian and Soren Phoenix had both encountered ambushes, it was certain they were injured, just not sure to what extent.

Kian Sterling might also be injured.

Seeing her meditate to recover, Rhys Blackwood and Corbin Crowley tacitly didn’t disturb her, each tidying up their own chaotic looked appearance.

While meditating, Luna Sutton asked internally to the system: "System, how are Zeke and Soren doing, and Kian, are they injured? Has Mael Valerius reached them?"

The system swiftly responded in her mind: "Zeke was ambushed by six Black-armored Guards, severely injured, both hind legs were broken. Kian rushed over in time to wrestle with those people, though he’s seriously wounded himself, thankfully his tail is fine, and crucially, Mael Valerius arrived in time to chase away those Black-armored Guards."

Upon hearing that Zeke’s legs were broken, and Kian was also seriously injured, Luna Sutton’s face turned extremely grim, unable to suppress the raging anger within.

She silently cursed Horace Valerius a thousand times over, one day she’ll make that old man taste the bitterness of broken legs too.

"What about Soren Phoenix’s situation?"

She reigned in her anger and continued asking.

"Soren’s situation was the easiest, the Dragon Clan feared his identity, they didn’t dare to be too ruthless, only gave him a good beating and left. But later, the arriving Mael Valerius brutally beat them up because Soren was babbling nonsense in Aerock, spinning lies to deceive him, his face was swollen resembling a pig’s head. Soren kept shouting that his majestic beauty was gone, and he was too embarrassed to face anyone. Would the host like to see? I can project it for you~"

The system’s voice turned somewhat gloating towards the end.

Upon hearing the system’s report, Luna Sutton couldn’t help but imagine Soren’s handsome face swollen like a pig’s head, her lips twitching.

She could imagine, at this moment Soren was probably longing to find a hole to hide in and not dare to come out to see anyone.

That flamboyant fellow always valued his looks more than his life; this, to him, was probably worse than a broken leg.

"Soren’s face indeed deserved a beating."

Luna Sutton couldn’t help but curve her lips, the shadows in her heart brought by this incident dissipating considerably, her mood visibly improving.

Having finished her meditation, she stood up, her complexion better, restoring its rosy tone.

Her gaze swept over Corbin Crowley, who was glistening with droplets of water after cleaning himself, ready to drip off his dark hair and skin.

Surprisingly, it was bright red, even though he had cleaned up.

She grabbed at his collar and saw his left shoulder almost pierced by a claw, the flesh and bone inside clearly visible, deeply frowned: "Injured like this and still soaking?"

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes flickered, turning his head to avoid her hand, putting his beast skin coat back on: "Minor injury."

"Pierced through and you call it a minor injury?"

She felt both angry and distressed, pulling him back, directly yanking down his collar, revealing most of his shoulder.