Rise Of The White Dragon Chapter 172
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Soon the old man who was attacked by 'Valter' before, told everyone that it was the Patriarch who was behind this. The other elders did not want to believe this, however, the young man who was initially unconscious, woke up and said he was attacked by the Patriarch.
Everyone's life had become a mess. Although they had not committed any crime, or at least had not been discovered doing so, they still had their home seen by everyone. It was as if the island suddenly became a tourist beach where many people were interested in going.
This was no different from having invaders waiting at your door, wanting to come in and explore what was inside. Reporters also made several reports about the mysterious island that suddenly appeared in the municipality of Munich. Even the government that knew about the island, since it received high taxes from them, pretended not to know.
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- Saturday, March 3, 2010 -
Luan came back and arrived at his house close to noon.
"Luan!" Ingrid could no longer contain herself; she missed him so much. She ran towards him the instant she noticed him and hugged him. "Welcome back!"
Luan rested his chin on her shoulder, and said softly, "I'm back."
Zeus (the Panther), also saw Luan arrive. He was lying comfortably in the yard, with a large piece of meat in his mouth, but strangely, he did not chew; he just left it in his mouth while somehow, the meat was dissolving, as if his own saliva was made of acid.
But with Luan's arrival, Zeus put the meat aside and put on a dignified expression when he stood up on all fours. His aura was serene and composed. It could be noted that he became stronger just while staying in the backyard. This was due to the fact that the formation surrounding the Mansion Dimas was more pure, thus providing enough supplements for Zeus' cultivation.
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Other than that, Zeus also ate a lot of delicious meat derived from monsters that were purified by Luan, so the meat was much more delicious and pure than normal. At some point, Zeus came to think that the decision to follow Luan was the best decision he had ever made in his life.
'Ah?' When he saw that the couple who were initially embracing began to kiss... Zeus placed both front paws in front of his eyes, not wanting to see that.
Maira, Amanda, Cristina, and Catharina, who were also going to welcome Luan, were assaulted by the public display, and left without making a noise, not wanting to disturb the couple.
Ingrid, who was lost in Luan's arms, didn't even notice that they had all approached and subsequently left, her mind was only occupied with their kiss and hugs. Those days that Luan had been away were torture; not being able to see him even at work left her dying of longing.
"Luan, I missed you so much~" Ingrid's soft, beautiful voice sounded like a melody. She was on tiptoes when she returned to normal and placed her head on Luan's chest.
"I missed you too." Luan smiled in response and kissed her head.
"Okay, okay, can you stop this now?" Catharina, who wanted to go up to the second floor but couldn't because of the couple who stood in front of the stairs, spoke, "I want to go back to my room."
"Oh..." Ingrid was embarrassed and left Luan's arms and walked away from the front of the stairs.
Luan looked at Catharina, but did not show any particular expression. He remained indifferent when moving aside for her to pass.
Only now did Luan stop to notice what Ingrid was wearing. She wore a white dress with many hand-embroidered flowers. It exuded a fresh air of youth, reminiscent of an exquisite painting.
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As soon as she started up the stairs, Catharina suddenly stopped and turned around. "Ingrid, I'm going to choose my clothes to go to Grandpa's. Can you help me choose?"
Ingrid raised her head to look at Catharina, and her eyes curved in beautiful crescents as she nodded in agreement, "Sure."
Having received Ingrid's agreement, Catharina turned to look at Luan. The moment she turned her head, the smile she gave Ingrid disappeared without a trace, and even her voice became amused. "Luan, you can go and change since you are back. We plan to visit grandpa."
After finishing her play, she didn't bother to wait for Luan's answer before going up the stairs and grabbing Ingrid's wrist and leading her towards the second floor.
Luan watched Ingrid walk up towards the second floor, only finally looking away after her silhouette disappeared from view. He already felt the presence of his mother, sister, and mother-in-law near the pool. Initially he wanted to greet them, however, knowing that they were about to go out to visit grandpa, Luan changed his mind. He went up the stairs with the intention of changing clothes too.
The things Luan stole from the Becker Clan were stored in the two storage rings, and the most valuable things that had been in his house before, Luan had already deposited in the dimensional crack where Pooh was.
In all cases, his home was protected by a formation. Even if he left something of value, it was very unlikely that it would be stolen.
After showering and getting dressed, Luan left. He wore a gray blazer with a blue stripe, a black T-shirt underneath, and jeans. His hair was slightly messy, giving him a wild look, mainly because of his cold and indifferent pair of red eyes. But, strangely enough, it was incredibly beautiful to look at, but very unlikely that anyone would be bold enough to approach. It was like seeing a lion: however beautiful, people were afraid to approach them carelessly.
Downstairs, Maira frowned as she looked at Cristina. "Shouldn't you change your clothes?"
"Okay!"
Cristina ran to her room and went downstairs. She was wearing a light green dress, which Catharina bought for her recently, which ended at the knees.
She slung a small bag over her shoulder. As she walked, his steps were cheerful, and she radiated positivity from head to toe.
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