Chapter 587 Brother Murder (Five Thousand)

"I have never seen such a shameless person."

Ifrit's voice was clear, echoing in the palace along with the breeze in the night sky.

Ifrit was not exaggerating. She really didn't expect that there would be such shameless people in the world. He was even more disgusting than Mansfield in the Sevenfold Horizon.

This guy, couldn't he think that by saying a few nice words and pushing all the things he had done onto the dead old Dragon King, she, Ifrit, would be foolish enough to pretend nothing had happened?

Although she had no idea what Mansfield meant by suddenly finding her and saying so many things, Ifrit knew that the man in front of her made her sick.

Ifrit will never forget that when he was driven out of Dragon Valley, it was his brother Mansfield who laughed the loudest.

Thinking about how he used to envy Mansfield, Ifrit felt like his brain was cramping.

It was very quiet all around, with only Ifrit's cold voice lingering in Mansfield's mind.

Mansfield originally thought that with his expressive performance, he would be able to easily control Ifrit and impress her. Wouldn't she immediately abandon the man beside her and throw herself into his arms?

Who could have thought that this would lead to Ifrit saying something like this?

I have never seen such a shameless person? Shameless person? Shameless person? Ifrit's voice seemed to have its own echo effect. Mansfield shuddered and his face instantly turned the color of liver.

He breathed desperately, hoping to use the cold air to extinguish the anger that suddenly erupted in his chest.

He didn't understand why it ended up like this. He had clearly humbled himself and tried to please Ifrit, so shouldn't she be grateful? Why was she still being so cold and sarcastic?

Could it be that Ifrit still remembers things from his childhood?

Oh, God of the Dragon.

How could there be such a mean person in this world? Didn't he just bully her for decades when she was a child? Didn't he almost beat her to death several times?

How could such a small thing be remembered for so long? In an instant, Mansfield's eyes turned red, and his handsome face twisted into a ball, as ferocious as a ghost. If it weren't for the mysterious man beside Ifrit whose origins and even strength were unknown, Mansfield would have been unable to resist suppressing Ifrit.

Before, he was just shocked by the news that Ifrit had entered the realm of destruction, but after calming down, Mansfield easily discovered that Ifrit had obviously just entered this realm and his aura was still very unstable.

With his strength, it would not be difficult for him to suppress Ifrit alone.

However, considering that he came here this time to make Ifrit his princess, he wanted to persuade Ifrit to revive the dragon race with him, and even wanted to take down Lydia through Ifrit and turn the entire Spang Theocracy into his own back garden.

In other words, he still needs Ifrit's help.

Thinking of this, no matter how angry he was, Mansfield could only suppress his restlessness. He tried to adjust his expression so that he could show guilt. "Ifrit, I know that what happened before has caused you a lot of harm."

"But it's time to let it go."

"Now the Dragon Valley has been destroyed. All the dragons, even our father and mother, have been buried in the Dragon Valley. No matter what happened in the past, is there any point in worrying about it now?"

"Listen to your brother. You should be open-minded. If you keep dwelling on the sufferings you've experienced, you'll end up living a miserable life."

At this moment, Mansfield seemed to have become a master.

But these words almost made Ifrit laugh.

Advising others to be magnanimous can be done in such a high-sounding way.

It turns out that it wasn't you who was almost beaten to death, killed, or even eaten dozens of times before?

It turns out that you were not the one who was kicked out of the house at such a young age and left to fend for yourself? Ifrit really wanted to see if all these things happened to Mansfield, would he still be as open-minded as he is today.

These words were truly shameless to the extreme, so shameless that Ifrit couldn't even think of anything to refute.

But Mansfield didn't care about that. He said to himself: "Sister, whether you believe it or not, your brother has always valued you."

"You know, after I heard the news of the destruction of Dragon Valley, what I was most worried about was your safety."

"I was originally traveling in the southernmost part of the Dusk Continent. When I heard the news, I rushed back as fast as I could. During the time when I couldn't find you, I felt like the sky was about to fall. When I heard the rumor that you had appeared in the Spang Theocracy, I didn't dare to delay even a little bit and rushed here immediately."

Mansfield was so affectionate that I almost believed what he said.

He looked affectionate and stretched out his arms towards Ifrit: "I'm so happy to see that you are safe and sound."

"Come back, sister. Now there are only two of us left in the entire dragon clan."

"You and I together, I believe that with our combined strength, we can definitely make the Dragon Clan stand tall at the top of the Dusk Continent again."

Mansfield finally revealed his true purpose, his eyes full of affection: "The two of us will definitely give birth to the purest offspring, they will inherit our best talents, together, we will definitely restore the dragon race to its former glory."

"Ifrit, as long as you are willing to change your heart, I am willing to forgive the mistakes you made before, and I won't even care that you already have another man."

"I will keep the position of the Dragon King's Concubine for you forever."

"By then, you will be second only to one person and above ten thousand people in the entire Twilight Continent. You will be worshipped by tens of thousands of people in the Twilight Continent."

"No one will care about your rolling eyes, and no one will say you are a freak. From now on, you will be the mother of all descendants of the dragon race..."

Ifrit's face was filled with astonishment. It was only at this moment that she finally understood Mansfield's real purpose in looking for her.

He actually wanted her to combine with him and give birth to offspring? So this guy was actually planning this? But after thinking about it, Ifrit understood that there were only two dragons left in the dragon clan, one was Mansfield, and the other was her Ifrit.

The education Mansfield received since childhood made him uphold a very serious concept of bloodline.

In Mansfield's heart, the noble blood of the dragon clan must not be tainted in the slightest, so he could only come to him, hoping that he could mate with him and give birth to offspring.

At this moment, Ifrit finally understood why this guy had said so many flattering words before. Everything he did, all the beautiful words he said, and all the future he promised were just lies to make her change her mind.

Ifrit was even thankful that he had become a master of the Destruction Realm and that Ron had always been by his side to protect him. Otherwise, given Mansfield's character, after failing to persuade him, this guy would probably just take action and kidnap him, right? This guy was capable of anything.

However, Ifrit could not help but wonder how confident Mansfield was. Why did he think that he had such great charm that just a few words from him could make her forget her past hatred and throw herself into his arms?

Is this guy's brain rusty? Or is that handsome face filled with water? Ifrit's expression remained indifferent, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised a mocking arc, and he looked at Mansfield as if he was looking at a fool: "Are you done?"

"Crack..." Mansfield's voice stopped abruptly. He didn't expect that after saying so much, he would get such a calm response from Ifrit. It seems that his judgment was wrong again. It is more difficult to take down Ifrit than he thought.

He was a little embarrassed and nodded reluctantly: "Speak, I'm done..."

"Very good. Finally, I don't have to listen to your lies. I guess it must be difficult for you to make up so many lies?" Ifrit said with a sneer.

Mansfield's face changed slightly and he subconsciously wanted to explain, but Ifrit interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and then looked down at Mansfield: "Enough, don't treat me like a fool."

"The lie you made up was so poor, even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it, yet you tried to deceive me. How much do you despise me in your heart?"

"Also, what does the revival of the dragon race have to do with me?"

"The moment I was expelled from the Dragon Valley, what the dragon race would become had nothing to do with me. Whether the dragon race became extinct or revived, it had nothing to do with me."

Ifrit didn't give Mansfield any chance to speak, but she was not worried that she would be bewitched by Mansfield.

After experiencing the seven levels of illusion, her consciousness had already become extremely strong.

She just didn't want Ron to think too much.

"And..." Ifrit turned her gaze to Ron beside her. When she saw Ron, the coldness on her face melted away instantly, like snow encountering a raging fire. She became gentle and beautiful.

Tender as water.

Eyes like silk.

When she looked at Mansfield again, her face quickly turned cold: "I already have a man whom I love deeply and who will spoil me."

"So, don't talk about having children with me anymore. I'm afraid he will misunderstand me."

That's right.

Ifrit doesn't care about anything now.

She only had eyes for Ron.

Compared to Ron, the revival of the dragon clan, the mother of all dragons, and the dragon princess are all worthless. Just hearing these words, Ifrit felt that her ears might be polluted.

She was even more worried that if Ron heard all this, he would have unnecessary doubts about her in his heart, which would be terrible.

Fortunately, Ron looked normal, just looking at me gently, as if encouraging me to be brave and bold to make a complete break with the past.

That look made Ifrit feel sweet in his heart.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Seeing Ifrit looking at Ron so tenderly, Mansfield clenched his fists.

Damn that little bitch. He had already lowered his face to pursue her, even promised her the position of Dragon King's Consort, and even said that he didn't care that she already had a man and was no longer chaste. She actually dared to flirt with that bastard in front of him? She didn't take him seriously at all.

Mansfield didn't know how he controlled the rage in his chest. He took a deep breath and a smile gradually appeared on his face: "Is that so? It seems that I was too abrupt."

"Then...I hope my sister will live happily in the future."

"No need to send it."

Although he really wanted to strangle the couple to death, the current situation did not allow him to do so.

Looking at Ifrit's attitude, you can tell that there's no chance of accomplishing anything today. In that case, it's better to leave for the time being and take it slow.

He believed that he would always find a way to separate Ron and Ifrit, and Ifrit would return to his arms sooner or later.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Ifrit has not shown any signs of pregnancy or childbirth. If these two really have a child, wouldn't that pollute the noble dragon bloodline? The first blood is gone.

At least we have to find a way to get the baby, right? With strange thoughts in his mind, Mansfield bowed to Ron and Ifrit, and prepared to leave with humiliation.

But at this moment, a voice even colder than before came: "Stop, did I let you go?"

It was still Ifrit's voice, but this voice was colder than ever before.

Mansfield frowned slightly, and just as he was about to turn around, he stopped where he was. He didn't think that Ifrit had changed his mind. It was impossible for a person's mind to change so much in such a short time.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Mansfield was still maintaining the image of a good brother. "As long as it's something for my sister, I will help you complete it no matter what the cost."

Ifrit smiled, her smile was as beautiful and cold as a snow lotus: "Really? That's great, I'll give you your life and leave it to you."

At this moment, the expression on Mansfield's face, which he had been trying so hard to maintain, could no longer be maintained.

Jun's expression changed drastically: "What did you say?"

Ifrit's body finally left Ron's arms, and she walked from the rooftop towards Mansfield, which was dozens of meters away.

Clearly, the ground beneath his feet had turned into air and there was nothing there, but there seemed to be some completely transparent thing in the invisible space that was supporting Ifrit's body. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the pressure coming from Ifrit was getting stronger and stronger.

The cherry lips parted slightly.

"Originally, with the destruction of Dragon Valley, the internal hatred between me and the dragon clan naturally disappeared. Even if you reappear in front of me, I will only treat you as a passerby."

"You're right. I already have someone I love deeply, so I really shouldn't dwell on the tragic experiences of the past. I did that."

"But you should never, ever, dare to attack my man."

"If you are attacking me, I can let it go because you are my brother."

"But you attacked my man, so he is my enemy. Since he is an enemy... it would be better to kill him, right?"

Mansfield's expression gradually turned gloomy, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a gleam of light flickered faintly in the slits.

The former servility, flattery and humble fawning disappeared from Mansfield's body almost in an instant, and the pride and arrogance of the Dragon Prince were spreading bit by bit.

Although his appearance was no different from before, and he did not make any special movements, he gave people the feeling of a heavy mountain. Anyone who tried to act rashly in front of him would be ruthlessly crushed into pieces by this huge mountain.

His eyes are sinister, like a poisonous snake or a vulture.

Suddenly, his mouth opened wide, revealing an exaggerated, evil smile: "Ifrit... Tsk tsk, after not seeing you for such a long time, you have really grown a lot. What do you want to do?"

"Brother murder?"

Ifrit was still approaching Mansfield at a leisurely pace.

Before the person arrived, the aura on his body had already suppressed it.

The aura released by the two dragons was so terrifying, like two of the most violent shock waves colliding with each other. Suddenly, there was a rumbling, unpleasant and noisy sound that spread out almost instantly.

The huge palace was inevitably affected by the aura of the two and began to shake violently. Large sections of the walls began to crack, and some even began to collapse.

The surging momentum in their bodies turned into semicircular impacts, pressing each other madly.

Crunch, crunch! Suddenly, there was a sound like rusty metal rubbing against each other.

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the palace.

Normally, with such a big commotion happening here, the guards should have quickly rushed over to surround the place, but the actual situation was that a large number of guards and palace maids were lined up in neat rows and evacuating quickly and orderly out of the palace.

It was obvious that these people had been given certain orders.

Whatever happened here was definitely not something that ordinary soldiers and maids could participate in.

At some point, Ifrit's body finally stopped in mid-air, and her scarlet tongue swept across her lips. For a moment, her pretty face actually became a little bloodthirsty: "I told you, you are an enemy, and enemies must be killed."

Mansfield laughed and said, "Ifrit, Ifrit, I never thought that you would become so arrogant!"

"You don't really think you have the ability to kill your brother?"

"Depending on your strength that has just entered the realm of destruction? Or relying on the man behind you?"

At this moment, Ifrit suddenly smiled strangely.

"Who said they are your only two enemies?"

A voice came from behind Mansfield. It was... Philomena who had just come out of confinement.

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