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Chapter 4410: Blood Mark (Added Update)

Mo Lian gave him a glare, cutting straight to the point. "What do you think might be on the island?"

"A barrier."

"A barrier?"

"Yes, an ancient, natural barrier at that," Ding Yun nodded. "There's something wrong with the space. Otherwise, how could twenty thousand elites disappear without a trace?"

"Indeed, even if someone launched a sneak attack, once fighting broke out, such a large group should have caused a huge commotion," Mu Xingchen nodded, agreeing it made sense.

Mo Lian hummed in acknowledgment, then suddenly stood up. His figure shimmered, and he was already by Qiao Mu's side, reaching out to support her. His movements were gentle, his phoenix eyes gazing at her with overflowing tenderness.

Mu Xingchen rolled his eyes at Mo Lian's retreating back, muttering, "Just said not to disturb her and let her be quiet."

Yet, not even half a quarter of an hour later, he floated over himself!

Mo Lian naturally heard his brother-in-law's grumbling but couldn't be bothered to retort. Although he was sitting there talking to Ding Yun and the others, his gaze had been constantly flicking towards Qiao Qiao. Seeing the little one nodding off at the railing, he knew she was sleepy... He quickly floated over to support her, and looking down, he saw the little poker-faced girl was already drowsy and half-asleep, which made him chuckle.

Mu Xingchen also quickly moved closer. "Sister..."

"She's been tired all day. I'll take her to rest." Anything else could wait until tomorrow.

"Oh," his brother-in-law replied dryly.

Mo Lian lifted the little poker-faced girl into his arms and swiftly walked towards the stairs.

Sikong Fuling silently watched, instinctively glancing at her brother's face. But she saw her brother's gaze fixed deeply, without saying a word.

Just as Mo Lian reached the steps by the staircase, he suddenly shifted sideways to avoid something, then kicked out, as if hitting a ball. The object flew far away like a ball, landing limply on the table in front of Mu Xingchen.

Mu Xingchen looked down, his face instantly changing. He stood up and summoned his sword from his Sea of Consciousness. "It's that dragon."

"What?" Sikong Fuling was startled, quickly moving to hide behind him.

"Is it the blood-marked black dragon that was fighting the black dragon underwater?"

That blood-marked black dragon was truly unforgettable. The battle between the two dragons, the might of the holy beasts, was still fresh in their minds. Everyone looked at the one sprawled on the table in astonishment again. It was only forearm-length and finger-thick, like a worm, with no hint of the demon-marked black dragon's former prestige.

It had just been kicked by Mo Lian and was still limp and a little breathless.

Everyone was speechless, all turning to look at Mo Lian. The esteemed gentleman didn't even spare the blood-marked dragon a glance, carrying his Qiao up the stairs and leaving.

Everyone looked at the creature sprawled on the table with great pity.

"Where did you crawl out from?" Mu Xingchen put away his sword, secretly thinking he had been too nervous. They had seen this blood-marked dragon with their own eyes; it seemed to have flown out of his sister's inner world. Could it be his sister's personal holy beast?

"What's wrong with you?" Sikong Fuling felt a little sorry for the small worm and couldn't help but ask.

The creature raised its head, its watery eyes looking at the group, ignoring them. Following that familiar feeling in its memory, it crawled, crawled off the ground, and moved in the direction Qiao Mu had left.

[Hungry... So hungry... Master, I'm hungry...]

Everyone's faces collectively darkened as they watched the creature slowly crawl up the steps, tearfully chasing after Qiao Mu.