Chapter 428 Isn’t It Your Own Fault?
After dealing with the warlock, Simone frowned at the pile of insects on the ground. She was about to daw some talismans to eliminate these harmful creatures. But then she felt the little snake crawling onto her vrist again.
it rubbed against her hand, it turned its head and looked at the insects on the ground with longing.
Simone understood the snake’s desire and pointed to the insects on the ground, saying, “Do you want them:
After the little snake finished eating the centipede, it gained some memories from its prey. Being highly intelligent, it understood Simone’s words. It immediately rubbed against Simone’s hand, indicating that it wanted the insects.
Simone ki
So, it didn’t n
Before, it wo
the hadn’t finished digesting the energy stone and centipede it had een earlier. the insects to eat. She didn’t know how this little creature had learn
this tactic.
simply hold the centipede in its mouth and run instead of wrapping its boly around it. Simone spoiled her “baby”
She said to the warlock. “Put all these creatures on the ground into your insect bag.”
The warlock had actually wanted to do this a long time ago. After all, he had spent more than thirty ye raising these insects. But he hadn’t dared to do it before, afraid that Simone would notice and destroy us little treasures. Now, hearing Simone’s words, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately whistled.
Everyone saw the insects on the ground actively crawling into the several bags around the warlock’s waist. Just as the insects were all inside, the warlock was about to seal them using his own method.
But Simone was one step ahead and reached out to take the bag. She tied the bags tightly and sk talismans that she had prepared earlier on top of them. These were her “baby’s” food, and she couldn’t let them escape.
Seeing Simone’s actions, the warlock was completely dumbfounded. He couldn’t help but anxiously ask, “What are you doing?”
Simone looked him as if it were only natural and said, “Taking the spoils of war.” She narrowed her eyes and exuded a werful aura, asking, “What? Do you have any objections?”
Ine warlock felt a sweet sensation in his ch*st and almost spewed out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that this brat wanted to confiscate his insects. And he obediently helped her for nothing. The key was that he didn’t care to provoke her, afraid that she would kill him with a single word.
erall, she and his master were of the same type. They did things on a whim. He felt heartbroken but ad. “No, no objections.”
He wanted to have an opinion, but he wouldn’t dare. This time, he really suffered a big loss. Not only was he injured and captured, but even his carefully raised little creatures were taken away. As long as he could get out of the special department, he not only wanted to hold the person behind accountable but also wanted them to compensate bim double for his losses.
These creatures couldn’t simply grow by just feeding them well; it also required energy and time. For new,
he would let Simone hold onto them temporarily, and after he got out, he would secretly retrieve the little Te atues. After all, without his bloodline and special methods, Simone couldn’t control these worms. She would play with them for a while and then probably toss them aside because she found it boring.
However, this warlock definitely couldn’t imagine that his little creatures were meant to be snake food.
In a palace in Wocron. The expression of an old man changed, and he experienced a backlash. The centipede he raised had died. Because it was nurtured with his blood, the death of the centipede made him feel even worse,
His expression was extremely ugly. Who the hell did this? If his worms died, did that mean his disciple was also killed? Although this disciple didn’t have strong talent or intelligence, he was actually his descendant
But his disciple and others were unaware of this. The reason for keeping it a secret was also be ause he was afraid that enemies wo deliberately use his son as a hostage or target. If his son died, his Fodline
would be an of
His eyes turn
first called his ple.
If anyone dared to kill his son, he would make sure they died a hrible death. He
But the warlock used a SIM card from Wocron, and the signal was poor on this mountain, so he couldn’t get ugh. The gi warlock became even more worried.
After thinking it over, he proactively contacted a number.
The other party told him that his disciple had gone to the Spirit Peak to find Simone. If something happened, it was most likely Simone’s doing. The great warlock also remembered the name Simone.
Previously, his disciple only mentioned borrowing a poisonous insect to deal with a geomancer, and he didn’t ask further.
He asked the other party to help investigate his disciple’s whereabouts. But he didn’t comp. cly trust the other party either. So, after hanging up the phone, he thought for a moment and contacted another disciple.
He asked the other person to personally go there and investigate his son’s whereabouts. If it was confirmed that his son was really killed by that Simone, he would personally go to that mysterious country to avenge his son.
On the other side of the mountain. Simone was pulled back to the tent by Zac and the others.
Zac looked at Simone with admiration in his eyes. “Simone, you’re really amazing. If it weren’t for you coming bike would all be in trouble.”
wen hugged Simone and smiled. “Of course, my Simone is the most awesome, and no one can argue ith that
Keira and a few others praised Simone, their eyes shining with admiration. It had been a thrilling evening. and the were all scared.
Simone smiled and reassured everyone, allowing them to continue resting. Zac and the others returned to their tents.
As they left, the five people from outside walked to the door. Harold was pushed out. He could only sprak
- “Simone, can I talk to yod for a moment?”
Simone walked to the tent entrance, “What’s the matter?”
and pointed to the places where they had been bitten by bugs earlier and asked, “I wanted to ask if there’s any way to deal with this situation.
The areas were red, swollen, and itchy. They had applied anti-itch cream, but it didn’t help at all. They had no choice but to shamelessly come to Simone. They felt she should be able to find a solution.
Simone raised an eyebrow, “I do have a way, but so what?”
Harold was silent. Is that a trick question? But he smiled and said, “We just want you to help relieve the iting, and we’ll pay you.”
Simone yawne followed us, It’s had misunde
I won’t help. You secretly investigated our whereabouts and shamelessly
you got into this mess. The group of scoundrels remained silent. Okay, they
h carlier. She was still just as harsh with them.
Not only did she refuse to help, but she also sarcastically said they deserved it. Still as sharp-tongued as
ever
Harold shifted the blame. “This is all Leon’s fault, and our situation is also because of him. He should take responsibility.”
Titus didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes, Leon is to blame for today. We were just accompanying him up the mountain. We brothers really didn’t investigate your whereabouts, I swear.”
Indeed, they hadn’t investigated, which was why he dared to say that.
It was Harold and Leon who had caused trouble for them.
Especially Leon. Without his wicked mother’s interference, they wouldn’t be in such a mirable state. So, if someone had to take the blame, shouldn’t it be Leon?
Leon remained silent. These b*stards are really something.
They actually pushed him out alone. Didn’t they know that Simone was the person he cared about the
most?
They were still making him look bad in front of Simone. Maybe I should end our friendship.
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