Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 220 – The Halo of the Chosen One

Lin Fan supported the blood-soaked and completely unconscious Long Yan, yet her steps remained light.

She could clearly feel the majestic power of the ancient divine dragon Bloodline within Long Yan’s body operating in an incredibly domineering manner, automatically repairing his nearly shattered frame.

Even in the process of healing, the strength of his muscles, bones, and meridians was slowly increasing at a visible rate.

Each heartbeat was steadier and more powerful than the last.

Each breath took away a trace of pain, replacing it with a measure of strength.

“This guy… is a real monster.”

Lin Fan muttered to herself.

This wasn’t getting injured; this was practically leveling up.

Getting seriously injured once and coming out stronger—what kind of ridiculous Super Saiyan lineage was this?

She herself had toiled so hard, creating Skins and fusing with Bloodlines, risking life and limb to get to where she was today.

But this Long Yan, just by relying on his so-called “Son of Destiny” halo, had awakened a Bloodline and taken straight off.

The gap between people was greater than the gap between a person and a pig.

Lin Fan glanced at Lu Yuan, who was peeking out from behind a withered tree in the distance, his face a mask of conflict, wanting to run but not daring to.

She had no time to deal with this fellow Blue Star native right now.

The most pressing matter was to see this grand drama of “father-in-law and son-in-law’s deep affection” through to its perfect conclusion.

“What are you still standing there for? Come give us a hand!”

Long Teng roared in that direction, his tone foul.

Lu Yuan jumped, scrambling out from behind the tree with a smile uglier than a crying face.

“Senior… I…”

“You what! Can’t you see my daughter’s arm is about to break? Hurry up and help me carry him!”

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Long Teng was displeased with everyone he saw right now, especially these two “pigs” who had rooted up his precious cabbage. He was fuming.

That’s right, two of them.

He certainly recognized this person; it was the one who had fled here after being injured by him.

Although he didn’t know what was up with this light-using kid from another world, since he was mixed up with Long Yan, he couldn’t be any good.

How could Lu Yuan dare to argue? He nodded repeatedly and clumsily supported Long Yan’s arm from the other side.

The three of them formed a bizarre group and, under Long Teng’s gaze—so gloomy it could drip water—silently left the ravaged Death Marsh.

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Back in the towering Border Dragon City.

The news had already spread throughout the entire City Lord’s Manor.

When they saw City Lord Long Teng walking in front with a dark expression, while their pampered little princess was actually helping a blood-soaked strange man back, all the servants and guards were gobsmacked.

What shocked them even more was that Her Highness the Princess personally ordered the half-dead man to be carried directly into her private chambers—a place no one but the City Lord was ever allowed to enter!

This was simply unbelievable!

“All of you, withdraw.”

Long Teng dismissed everyone. In the vast room, only he and Lin Fan remained.

The air seemed to freeze, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Long Teng didn’t look at the unconscious Long Yan on the bed. He just stared fixedly at Lin Fan with a pair of golden vertical pupils as deep as an abyss.

“Little Wu.”

His voice was calm, yet it carried an authority that permitted no argument.

“Tell Father the truth.”

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“The child in your belly… it’s fake, isn’t it?”

Lin Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

Here it comes.

An old fox was an old fox, after all. He was already starting to settle the score.

However, she was prepared.

“Long Wu’s” eyes instantly turned red, and glistening tears welled up, threatening to fall as she looked at Long Teng with a wronged expression.

“Father… you don’t believe me…”

This pitiful appearance precisely struck the softest spot in Long Teng’s heart.

He sighed, his tone softening considerably.

“It’s not that Father doesn’t believe you, it’s just… this matter is too absurd.”

“Father knows that since you were little, you’ve been just like me. Once you set your mind on something, nine bulls can’t pull you back. But for you to use such a lie…”

Lin Fan didn’t let him continue.

She rushed over, grabbed Long Teng’s arm, and began to shake it wildly, employing the coquettish technique most familiar from Long Wu’s memories.

“Father! Father! Wu’er was wrong!”

“Wasn’t Wu’er just afraid that you’d really beat Brother Long Yan to death in a fit of rage!”

“Look how badly he’s hurt! If Wu’er hadn’t said that, he would have definitely died!”

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a little girl’s unique petulance and unreasonableness. Paired with her tear-streaked face, the destructive power was off the charts.

Long Teng was so dizzied by her shaking that the long lecture he had prepared was forcefully choked back, unable to utter a single word.

What else could he say?

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His precious daughter, whom he had raised for sixteen years, had already pledged her allegiance to someone else.

He sighed helplessly and raised a hand to rub his brow.

“Forget it, forget it.”

Long Teng’s face was etched with exhaustion.

“Fortunately, this time, it was that brat Long Jingyun who didn’t know what was good for him and insisted on barging into the depths of the Death Marsh.”

“And fortunately, that old monster inside is vicious enough and has a notorious reputation. It can take the blame for this, no problem.”

“Otherwise, forget you, the entire Border Dragon City would have suffered along with you!”

Lin Fan immediately nodded like a pecking chicken, a look of lingering fear on her face, appearing exceptionally obedient.

“Father is right. Father is wise and brilliant, your plans are flawless!”

With that bit of flattery, Long Teng’s expression finally improved a little.

He glared at Lin Fan, then glanced at the “main culprit” still unconscious on the bed.

“You stay here and take care of him.”

“I must go to the Elder Council at once, embellish the events here, and give that old fool, the Third Elder, an explanation.”

Long Teng’s gaze became incredibly profound, and the shrewd ruthlessness of a peak seventh-level expert resurfaced.

“Remember, from this day on, you and Long Yan are not to take a single step out of the City Lord’s Manor!”

“Before I return, you will stay here obediently!”

“Do you hear me?”

“I hear you, I hear you!” Lin Fan repeatedly promised. “Wu’er will be a good girl and won’t go anywhere!”

Only then did Long Teng nod in satisfaction.

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He took a deep look at Lin Fan, then shot a meaningful glance at Long Yan on the bed, before turning and striding away.

The door to the room closed.

The obedient and cute expression on Lin Fan’s face vanished without a trace, replaced by a calm and indifferent mask.

She walked to the bedside, looking at Long Yan’s handsome face, which was slightly pale from blood loss.

This guy’s Bloodline power was truly domineering. In such a short time, his wounds were already beginning to scab over.

Lin Fan reached out, her fingertips gently tracing over his closed eyelids.

“Son of Destiny…”

She murmured softly, a calculating glint in her golden pupils.

And just then.

Long Yan, on the bed, suddenly furrowed his brow, as if having a nightmare.

His lips moved slightly, letting out a string of indistinct, dream-like murmurs.

“Ning Shuang…”

“Ning Shuang… don’t go…”

Lin Fan’s movement paused.

Watching Long Yan’s pained struggle, she suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

She leaned down, close to Long Yan’s ear, and whispered in a playful and malicious tone that only he could hear.

“Don’t worry.”

“She won’t leave.”

“She will always… always be watching you.”