Chapter 706: First Lady Eliza

o save me. I truly won't mind that kind of you anymore..."He leaned in close to her, whispering a promise, "Yexi only got close to me for the money. I'll take care of it. Just trust me again."qiao Bao...As the blood-red moon sank into the darkness, life began to stir again. The sun rose, bathing the valley in a golden light. The trees were lush and green, teeming with vitality.

There are many animals living in this valley, with cicadas chirping and birds singing loudly from early morning.

Jo Bao'er fell asleep in the second half of the night, unable to bear the tiredness any longer. She hugged her legs and drifted off.

< I woke up to the clamor of birds and beasts. >

Jo Bao'er, instinctively protecting herself, clutched the scepter close to her chest. She looked around warily, thinking it was a white tiger hunting its prey.

After a night of getting acquainted, Qiao Baoer tentatively judged that the white tiger wouldn't eat her for now. She peered at the dead leopard and found no external injuries on its adult body.

How did you kill it

Joe glanced at the white tiger. Don't underestimate this fellow, he's got a bit of intelligence. If you scold him, he'll roar menacingly back.

The white tiger was very displeased with Qiao Bao'er's question. It frowned, its nose wrinkling, and roared at her again.

"Wasn't it you who killed this leopard"

Jo Bao'er immediately recalled last night, the night bird that repeatedly rammed into trees in a suicide-like manner.

Joe Bao'er, after making sure the leopard was truly dead and posed no threat to her, cautiously approached and inspected it carefully. She discovered that the deceased leopard had no external injuries, no claw marks from a tiger's attack, nothing at all.

If the Lord was here, he would definitely try to figure this out carefully. But Qiao Bao'er’s train of thought is clearly unusual.

The first thing Qiao Bao'er thought of was, "I just want one leg, the rest is yours, I won't fight you for it." She cautiously and seriously discussed the matter of eating with a white tiger.

Food is the most important thing for people, and she's really hungry now.

Before doing anything, you need to fill your stomach first. Now she doesn't even have the energy to think.

Because she had experience getting along with the black cat earl before, so now facing a white tiger with intelligence, she wasn't too reserved.

The white tiger glanced at her, its sinister tiger eyes filled with obvious disdain and a hint of surprise at this woman's sudden change of demeanor. She had clearly been terrified of it before waking up.

Thanks to Qiao Bao'er's former interest in boys' hobbies, she knew how to make fire by friction. She gathered some dry twigs and branches, and began to drill. It was a bit difficult, but for someone who was hungry, it could unleash unprecedented endurance.

Qiao Bao'er sat cross-legged on the dirty grass, her head bowed, her hands working tirelessly at drilling wood, her expression focused and earnest.

The white tiger beside her seemed curiously interested in what she was doing. When it saw Qiao Baier emerge from the fireworks, the white tiger stared at her in shock, as if with a hint of respect and disbelief.

As for grilling meat, Qiao Bao'er was already a seasoned chef. However, she lacked sharp knives to butcher the prey, so this coveted staff, which everyone had been vying for, ended up becoming Qiao Bao'er's kitchen knife.

The staff's tip was still quite thin, so Qiao Bao'er ground it on a large stone, making the tip even sharper. Lao Fei laboriously tore off a piece of leopard leg meat and skewered it, holding it close to the fire to roast.

The white tiger was curious about everything she did, especially the large piece of fragrant roast meat. Driven by animal instinct, he couldn't resist getting closer to take a bite even though it was still half-raw.

Qiao Bao'er turned her head and immediately blocked the food thief, "You little thief! This is mine, yours is over there."

The white tiger let out a menacing roar at her, swallowing the piece of roasted meat in one gulp.

Qiao Baoer's face was very ugly, "You, you... I've never seen such a shameless tiger as you." Unable to fight, she could only scold a few words.

A tiger is such a fierce animal, it doesn't just eat raw meat. It devours everything, fur, guts, and bones! I've never seen a tiger be so picky about its food.

If he hadn't been separated from Junzhi and the others, he wouldn't have ended up relying on a tiger for survival...

Qiao Baoer was filled with frustration, but she had no choice but to gather more firewood and start the fire again to cook meat.

Just as Qiao Bao'er was still worrying about her meal problem, the highest ruler of this island, the chief, flew into a rage early in the morning.

"...The animals on the island began to die en masse."

"My dear son, what on earth has he done! That scoundrel altered the entire island's magnetic field. He's clearly trying to spite me!"

This morning, several animal carcasses were brought back by the villagers. After examination, there were no signs of external injuries. Upon autopsy, it was discovered that these animals had died from massive ruptures of their heart vessels due to the influence of a powerful geomagnetic field.

The chieftain was clad in a pale gold robe and a golden round hat. He was tall and burly, with an imposing bearing. He glared angrily at his subordinates.

"My son, he's truly skilled!" the chieftain roared, gritting his teeth.

There were rumors long ago that Raphael had trespassed onto the Third Island, deliberately moving the sarcophagi and altering the island's long-standing magnetic field balance. He had initially decreed that whoever brought him the staff back would inherit his power, but...

His son wouldn't even consider taking his inheritance.

Not only did he pay lip service while acting against it, but he also deliberately went against him and even found the legendary stone coffin. Is he planning to bury everyone with him if things don't go his way

It's really selfish.

As expected of someone who shares his blood, they are all so selfish and self-serving.

"Elder, how should we handle this matter" the chieftain asked in a sinister tone.

Elder Frasco immediately stepped out from the left, respectfully raising his head and whispering, "Leader, if you want to solve the magnetic field problem, just move the sarcophagus back to its original position..."

"Yes, as long as we move the sarcophagus back to its original place," the chieftain said with hawk-like eyes, slowly counter-questioning, "Elder, do you know where the sarcophagus is"

The Elder lowered his head, his voice filled with shame. "Chieftain, I am incompetent. I did not know about the stone coffin..."

The chieftain roared with anger, reprimanding them pointedly, "It seems that over all these years, I have raised nothing but a bunch of trash! Fresco, do you know why I've always tolerated your mistakes It's because you still had some value. Now, you are worthless to me. What use is there for you"

Elder Fesco was immediately panicked, stammering, "Leader, I can't do anything about the stone coffin for now. Even the young master, the only one who knew its location, he... he is gone. He died in the waterfall's cave curtain..."

Upon hearing this, the young master passed away. A ripple of emotion stirred within everyone present. Even the leader, consumed by rage moments before, now found himself calmed.

The chieftain remained silent, and the elder patriarch dared not utter another word. They both bowed their heads in unison.

After all, the death of a young master is a big event. Their leader, though strong, is already over fifty years old. The leader has no children, and over the years, how many young masters have died fighting Only Raphael has managed to grow up on the island.

The chieftain's face held no sorrow, but a calm counter-question, "Raphael is dead"

Frasco immediately felt a pang of anxiety, fearing that the incident might implicate him. He was about to speak in his defense when the chieftain burst into laughter, a booming sound filled with mockery. “Do you think Alyssa’s son could die so easily!”

His first lady, Elisa.

How could Elisa's son have died so easily to ask to know that it was definitely because Jun Zhimu had been putting on a sour face at home earlier, leaving the servants all nervous and uneasy.I feel a little sorry for the people at home and a...