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Chapter 183 Mini Seville

"What did you say?"

Yin Jiuyao's tiger-like eyes suddenly narrowed as he stared at Fei Zhao in disbelief:

"He is Princess Alita's beast husband, what reason does he have to persecute An'an?"

"Do you have any evidence?" Ye Yuan asked in a deep voice.

"Here's the evidence."

Fei Zhao raised her palm, and a voiceprint enveloped in foxfire floated up: "This is the sound from the spatial vortex just now. Listen carefully."

“Every tremolo frequency matches perfectly with Louis’s speech record from three months ago.”

"Moreover, Raymond was killed by a 3S-level leopard orc."

Frost gathered at Lan Cangming's fingertips as he murmured:
"No wonder he paid so much attention to Qiuqiu at the last royal banquet; he may have already discovered that Qiuqiu has a special bloodline."

Yin Jiuyao's tiger stripes turned blood-red, and his voice became hoarse as he said:
"The princess's crest, Raymond's murder, and the black market channels all match up."

"check."

Night Abyss's fangs gleamed coldly: "Before we skin him alive, find out his spatial coordinates."

Fei Zhao's tail ignited with a ghostly blue foxfire: "I'll go and retrieve his whereabouts records for the past six months right now."

"go!"

Yin Jiuyao took one last look at the spot where Su An'an had disappeared, the rock wall shattered by the rampaging energy as he turned around.

"That leopard should know what price it will pay to mess with An'an."

……

At this moment, Su An'an was being torn apart by the turbulent currents of the alternate dimension, and her internal organs were about to be crushed by the violent energy.

Seville's six wings shone with dazzling golden light amidst the chaos.

Each feather was imbued with ancient, sacred runes, yet it continued to crumble under the erosion of the spatial storms.

"Don't move."

He suddenly pulled Su An'an and Qiuqiu into his arms, his bloodied hand protecting the back of her head.

His other hand gripped her waist tightly.

In her dizziness, Su An'an gripped his collar, her cheek pressed against his strong chest, her ears filled with the sound of his uncontrollable heartbeat.

"Frightened silly?"

Seville lowered his eyes, a mocking smile curving his blood-stained lips.

"no!"

Su An'an was thankful that she had a ball in her arms, otherwise she would have been stuck to Seville in an awkward position.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Seville's pupils contracted sharply.

At the spatial node ahead, the outline of a blood-red cage could be vaguely seen, from which came the terrifying howls of mutated beasts.

"Hurry up, we need to change the finish line!"

Golden flames suddenly erupted from the six wings behind Seville, and holy runes burst one after another.

The spatial passage was forcibly torn apart into new branches.

The three of them plummeted into the unknown darkness like shooting stars.

The last thing Su An'an saw was Seville's pale face and the golden blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

"boom!"

Su An'an struggled to wake up from her dizziness, the smell of damp humus filling her nostrils.

She instinctively tightened her arms around Qiuqiu, whose breathing was weak and whose small body was burning hot.

The black scales were losing their luster at a visible rate.

"Ball?!"

She hurriedly propped herself up, and the healing green light that gathered at her fingertips had just touched the cub's forehead when it was repelled by a strange force.

The little animal's ears drooped limply, and the golden stripes on its tail were as dull as withered leaves.

Clearly, the cost of forcibly tearing apart space for early warning far exceeds the capacity.

"Seville!"

Her hoarse cries echoed through the dark, dense forest.

"At this."

A childish yet chilling voice came from beside my feet.

Su An'an lowered her head, her pupils suddenly contracting.
The three-and-a-half-year-old silver-purple-haired cub was looking up at her indifferently.

The oversized robe trailed like a blanket on the moss, and six miniature black and white wings drooped listlessly.

But a tuft of hair on his head stubbornly sticks up.

The most incongruous thing was those eyes; the amber pupils held a thousand years of ice, creating an absurd contrast with the round, baby-faced features.

"You!" Su An'an's lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

Seville opened his palm expressionlessly, and a wisp of golden, divine energy appeared and then immediately went out.

He frowned as he stared at the dissipating light: "Divine power overdrawn, three-day degeneration period."

The last syllable still had a babyish nasal tone.

"Pfft!"

Su An'an covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

"Laugh again?!"

Little Seville suddenly grabbed the hem of her skirt, trying to adopt a condescending posture.

However, due to the difference in altitude, it becomes a threat to look up:
"If you laugh again, I'll feed you and that burdensome cub to the mutated beasts."

Unfortunately, it had no deterrent effect whatsoever; instead, it resembled a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Su An'an squatted down to look him in the eye, then suddenly reached out and poked his chubby cheek:
"In your current state, you can't even beat a mutated tadpole, can you?"

Sewell Jr.'s expression instantly cracked.

The ball in Su An'an's arms suddenly squirmed uncomfortably.

Seville's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stepped forward, pressing his little hand onto Qiuqiu's forehead without saying a word.

"what are you doing."

Su An'an instinctively tried to stop her.

But then a faint golden light appeared in Seville's palm as he carefully examined the ball's condition.

After a moment, his tense little face relaxed slightly:
"My genes haven't collapsed, I'm just physically exhausted!"

Su An'an paused, looking at the miniature swan priestess before her, and said softly:

"I never expected it was you who saved Qiuqiu, thank you!"

Seville withdrew his hand, his oversized sleeve drawing an arc in the air.

He turned his face away, his tone indifferent:
"Don't flatter yourself, I just can't stand the Black Priest's despicable methods."

Suddenly, he turned his head, his amber eyes looking straight into Su An'an's eyes.

A meaningful, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"But you, I never expected that the divine female in the prophecy would actually be a vicious female who poisoned and mute her own beast husband!"

Su An'an was struck dumb, and her arms around Qiuqiu tightened involuntarily.

She opened her mouth, unsure how to respond.

"Help! A two-headed toad is eating people!"

A heart-wrenching cry for help suddenly came from afar, breaking the tense atmosphere between the two.

Su An'an and Seville exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, rushed toward the cries for help.

Towering ancient trees rushed past on both sides, and damp humus splashed at our feet.

Although Little Seville had short legs, his six miniature wings vibrated at a high frequency, allowing him to run even faster than Su An'an.

As we turned past a patch of giant ferns, the stench of blood suddenly intensified.

Three two-headed poisonous toads, each the size of a hedgehog, were surrounding a deer-tribe boy.

"careful!"

Seville's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively spread his wings to shield Su An'an.

But they forgot that they are only three and a half years old in height.

Su An'an scooped him up and held him in her arms: "Little one, don't be stubborn!"

With a single hand, a silvery-white arc of electricity was formed and precisely aimed at the toad's eye.

"Put me down!"

Seville bristled in her arms, but had to admit that this angle provided a perfect view of the toad's vulnerable belly.

He gritted his teeth and unleashed three golden rays of light from his wings, locking onto the largest black spot on the toad's belly:

"Attack there!"

Su An'an instantly understood, and her purplish-black tentacles transformed into venomous snakes that darted into the black circular spot.

The toad screamed shrilly, and the bursting pus and blood splattered onto the moss, corroding it and producing wisps of white smoke.

The deer-tribe boy seized the opportunity to break free, pointing tremblingly into the depths of the swamp:

"There's more, there's more."

A series of croaking sounds came from afar, and the entire swamp began to writhe unnaturally.

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