Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1295 - 361 Harvest_2

When it comes to Ning Yu’s parents, Old Liu just can’t help but frown and look troubled. Yitiao brought back all the remains of the Butterfly People and Cicada People from the Sea God Island that could be preserved over the years, as well as the skeleton of the Hydra, Xu Dela, to Fei Leng Cui. They even held a grand burial ceremony yesterday afternoon. After attending the funeral, Liu Zhenhan took time out of his busy schedule to visit Ning Yu’s parents. To his surprise, both of them were over eighty years old and quite hard of hearing. Liu Zhenhan had to almost shout himself hoarse to converse with them, and in the end, Ning Yu’s father squinted his cloudy, dim eyes and said, "Child—you’re saying something—I can’t—hear—you—"

Liu Zhenhan nearly fainted on the spot. Only after asking Ning Yu did he find out that her mother had given birth to her in her late sixties. The Mo Shao Clan’s saying "an old clam begets a pearl" was indeed no joke.

Hearing the word "parents," Helen’s eyes reddened a bit. She quietly turned around to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Little vixen, we’ve avenged the grudge, so let’s now have ten or eight children of our own!" Liu Zhenhan hugged Helen’s shoulders, deliberately speaking very loudly.

"Do you think I’m Piegel!" Helen, teased like this, laughed through her tears and thumped the old rascal with a feisty punch.

"Marrying Chekin means following Chekin, marrying Doug means following Doug—if you’ve married a Piegel, what are you if not a Piegel?" Liu Zhenhan held Helen’s hand and pulled her soft body into his embrace: "Little missus, did you misspeak? That’s a penalty!"

"Kiss! Give him a kiss!" The two Fairy Dragons started to jeer.

Elder Andulan, grinning through his toothless smile, laughed heartily. Guoguo energetically wiped the foam on her paws across her tiny backside and jumped into Helen and Liu Zhenhan’s embrace, her little eyes blinking and sparkling.

"Richard is right! Getting married means following your husband, Helen, you have to be more proactive!" Ning Yu also started teasing the little vixen for once.

"Look at you, all shy now!" Moer teased, catching sight of the bashful Helen with a sour tone in her voice.

Unable to resist the crowd’s jeering, Helen reluctantly gave Liu Zhenhan’s cheek a quick peck.

"That’s not enough! It doesn’t count!" Liu Zhenhan pretended to be unsatisfied, and even Guoguo pointed to her own chubby little cheeks, egging them on.

"Here goes little scoundrel, causing trouble for decent young ladies again!" Master Puskas, along with the sound of elemental collisions from the Teleportation Array "Tungtung," walked over laughing, holding the hand of a Nun, Joan of Arc, while Yitiao followed behind him, with the Seven-Colored Dragon couple and Ji Sikaibi in tow.

Liu Zhenhan looked helplessly at his magical pet—he really knew how to find people. Claiming it was a moon-viewing and wine-drinking with family, he ended up dragging his own servant over. Master Puskas was no better, bringing Joan of Arc, completely oblivious to how shy she had become, almost curling up like a quail ready to nest.

"I say! What a feast!" Yitiao exaggeratedly sniffed the air, pretending not to notice the boss’s sharp glare.

"Tan Lang..." Ji Sikaibi gently bowed to Liu Zhenhan, the official, and seated herself neatly beside Old Liu.

With a clasp of his hands, Liu Zhenhan gathered a large swath of alfalfa flowers floating in the air into his palms, collected them into a sizable clump, and dumped it into his own bowl.

Ning Yu gave him a knowing smile, aware that Liu Zhenhan had prepared this for Ji Sikaibi, because Buddha Giants only eat flower petals, and she immediately took them to wash.

"Yitiao, don’t be anxious. In no more than half a month, you’ll be able to set off for the Silk Continent! In another three months, all of us will be together!" Liu Zhenhan started making lighthearted jokes with his magical pet: "Yitiao, what if Bai Suqing sees those pockmarks on your face and doesn’t want you anymore? Look at the boss now, so handsome. What if..."

"Don’t even mention it! I am actually worried about that!" Yitiao said in dismay: "I don’t know what happened, but why can’t the scars on my face fade? Is the Flame Emperor really that powerful? Left me with aftermath effects?"

"How could that be!" Ibrahim laughed: "Yours are blemishes of affection; they obviously can’t fade so quickly. Over time, they’ll heal."

"Richard, you little rascal, have you actually become any better-looking? What a boastful claim!" Luna mockingly teased her son-in-law: "Little rascal, if you take off that diadem and show your hairstyle, you’ll instantly revert back to your original self, fierce and bristly!"

"The beauty mark between his eyebrows makes him look a lot kinder," Elder Andulan also agreed.

"It’s good to be handsome; otherwise, you wouldn’t match my Joan of Arc." Master Puskas patted his daughter’s hand. Joan of Arc’s face, already hanging low, nearly blushed enough to dive under the table at his words.

Liu Zhenhan’s face was usually quite thick, but for some reason today, he didn’t dare to glance at Joan of Arc.

"Richard, shall I go call Lily and Nini over too?" Helen whispered to Liu Zhenhan.

"If those two came, Mourinho would definitely tear me apart and stuff me down the drain," Liu Zhenhan muttered indistinctly.

"A banquet like this can’t be lacking our northern lads!" Master Aymar also emerged from the Golden Formation, with a hearty laugh resonating before he even arrived.

Old Liu glanced at Master Puskas and had a sudden realization: Oh right! The "Death Overlord Earrings" were dangling from Aymar’s ears!