Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Nothing Out of the Ordinary
The sharp sound of air being pierced rang out, Wu Xuan’s figure moved so fast it became a blur, yet Lucius was even faster.
His figure flickered, and in an instant, he transformed into a strange white shadow, lightly standing in front of Wen Shu.
Wu Xuan’s vicious attack missed, heavily striking a tree with a loud "bang."
Hearing the commotion over here, the caravan from Beast City and Bai Rong’s family all turned their heads in surprise.
Bai Qiao widened her eyes, while Lu Di beside her remained expressionless, thoughtfully looking towards the center of the fight, quite amused.
Missing his strike, Wu Xuan lowered his broken eyebrows, his golden eyes filled with dark colors, glaring murderously at Lucius, gritting his teeth, "How can you have the face to say such things after harming the female!"
His eyes were blood red, his whole body exuding a devouring viciousness.
The intense pressure came crashing forward, causing Lucius to feel a heart palpitation.
In just a short half-month, this dying Black Panther not only didn’t die at the bottom of the cliff, but actually ascended to the Eighth Rank?
Lucius dangerously narrowed his eyes, silently tensing his arms, and the males surrounding the female were not to be underestimated.
The Black Panther knows what he did; if they teamed up against him, he would never get close to the female in this lifetime.
To win over the female, it requires long-term planning, slowly eliminating them one by one...
Killing intent hidden in his heart, yet regret showed on his face, his refined brows slightly furrowed, his voice hoarse, "This is between me and the female leader."
He drooped his snow-white long lashes, his peripheral vision swept over Lu Di, then glanced at Wen Shu’s frosty face.
Immediately, his cultured and gentle face, like a still deep pond suddenly disturbed, was filled with dissonant panic in a blink.
"Female leader, as long as you forgive me, I’ll do anything."
His steady voice carried a hint of hoarse vulnerability, even his eyes were wet.
The males’ infatuated and touching declaration moved the surrounding beastmen, causing them to halt their steps.
Some nobles recognized his identity, exclaiming in surprise, "It’s actually Leader Lucius!"
A voice rang out, those females quite knowledgeable about his character spoke with amazement and envy.
"Isn’t the leader always cool and distant, keeping females at bay everywhere?"
"Beast God above, even Leader Lucius has a day of losing control for love!"
A female held her chest with heartache, "How could a female reject him? He looks so handsome, his eyes red from crying..."
The beastmen’s voices were chaotic, all empathetically feeling sorry for Lucius.
Yet Wen Shu looked into his reddened eyes, filled with thoughts of his neurotic madness.
Thinking of the things he’s done, she tightly furrowed her brows, unable to comprehend what he hopes to achieve with this act.
But staying far from him is definitely the wise choice.
Seeing Wu Xuan’s eyes brimming with icy chill, about to erupt, she swept her gaze past Lucius, intending to intervene.
But someone beat her to it.
Lu Di stepped out leisurely, his tall figure standing among the males, smilingly soothing, "Let’s talk it out, everyone is migrating, don’t delay the journey."
His voice special with magnetic resonance, gentle like spring wind, calming the hearts of listeners.
Wen Shu’s impression of him was quite favorable, yet his next words evoked distaste.
"Uncle insisted on personally bringing Aqiao back, turns out for a female..."
He exchanged a glance with Lucius, then looked at Wen Shu’s cold expression, involuntarily sighing, "I’ve never seen uncle so emotional..."
"He’s never pursued a female, perhaps made a mistake, can the female give him a chance to make amends?"
His tone mournful, uninformed beastmen chimed in agreement.
"Yeah, Leader Lucius is excellent. Female, give him a chance!"
"Give him a chance to discover his goodness!"
"Accept him, female!"
Wen Shu’s gaze turned cold, her lips moved.
But Lu Di seemed to know what she planned to say, smoothly redirecting, "Don’t pressure the female like this, she has the right to refuse. It was my misunderstanding, siding with uncle, talked too much."
With all words covered, Wen Shu pressed her lips tightly, a breath stuck in her chest, unable to find a chance to speak.
She stared at Lu Di’s handsome, gentle face, recalling his persona...
Scheming, adept at manipulating public opinion, no wonder he could become Yasen City’s City Lord, thriving in Royal City.
Both uncle and nephew aren’t easy figures to deal with.
However...
If she can’t provoke them, can’t she avoid them?
Wen Shu looked at Wu Xuan filled with furious anger, "Don’t waste time with him, let’s go."
Yet Wu Xuan wouldn’t listen to her; facing someone who harmed the female, his stubbornness flared, fists itching to beat Lucius half-dead to vent.
Seeing him acting stubborn, Wen Shu jumped back to the ground, took a few strides forward, hooked his tense arm, softly soothing, "Be good."
Dealing with Lucius, now is not the right time.
Feeling the softness of his elbow, Wu Xuan lowered his gaze at her, the anger in his eyes faded slightly, filled with a tinge of heartache, "But he..."
Wen Shu looked into his eyes, shook her head, pulled him and walked afar.
Before walking far, Lu Di familiarly blocked them, apologetically saying, "It’s uncle’s fault, how can I let you go."
He raised his hand to pat Wu Xuan’s shoulder, but Wen Shu’s brows slightly moved, suddenly recalling something.
The male protagonist’s superpower seems to be, reading memories through touch!
Her breath choked, quickly pulling Wu Xuan away, her thought shifted, and she gazed at Lu Di’s deep eyes.
"You make sense," she said with a thin layer of anger, pointing at Lucius’s insincere face, her tone displeased, "I get annoyed seeing him, do me a favor and vanish from my sight!"
After speaking, she pulled Wu Xuan and Mious into Bai Rong’s group.
Seeing her figure gradually recede, Lu Di curled his fingers into his palm, recalling her recent gaze, slightly furrowed his brows.
Was it an illusion, this female seemed to know something.
Lucius saw him staring at Wen Shu, wiping the wetness from the corner of his eyes, his lips pressed down in displeasure, "Aren’t you fond of offspring? Her pregnancy value is only 1%, focus on Bai Qiao and stop scheming."
Hearing this, Lu Di pressed his lips, finding it somewhat amusing; he doesn’t have such thoughts.
However, it seems Lucius genuinely has feelings for her?
Tsk, a bit curious...
His eyes slightly curved, genuinely asking, "She has nice eyes, the rest quite ordinary, what do you like about her?"
Lucius’s cold face fell into a trance, but before he could finish reminiscing, his arm was suddenly grabbed hold of.
He lowered his gaze, angrily flung his hand to release it.
The invisible wind instantly solidified, gripping Lu Di’s neck tightly, "You brat, dare read my memory, do you still want to be Yasen City’s City Lord!"
He threatened ferociously, yet the male mid-air, eyes unfocused, still immersed in fierce memories, showed no reaction.
Seeing his temples bulging with green veins, face red-purple, Lucius suppressed his anger, fiercely threw him against the tree.
"Cough cough cough—"
Lu Di curled up miserably, Lucius approached a few steps, intending to warn him again.
Yet seeing him clutch his neck, shoulders trembling slightly, raising that flushed face, "Uncle..."
His voice hoarse, eyes filled with thick darkness, the corners of his lips slowly curled into an excited and stunned smile, "You say, cough cough, how can there be such an impressive female?"