Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 785 Why Escape

“You… You really didn’t harm Abigail?” Mitchell still found it hard to believe.

“You’ll understand once you see her yourself.”

Emrys did not explain any further.

At that moment, a fierce sound of tearing through the air suddenly echoed from behind.

“You cowardly cur, you dared to offend me, and yet you think you can just walk away unscathed? Do you really believe the world is such a forgiving place?”

The one who arrived was an expressionless old man with white hair, but the voice that roared out was filled with anger. It was identical to the earth–shattering roar that Emrys had previously heard at the Wheeler residence.

Needless to say, this was a puppet of the Demon Wolf.

Upon seeing the white–haired old man pursuing him, Mitchell was instantly filled with dread. He said, “Sir, help me break these chains on my hands. I’ll hold him off while you escape. Once you’re safe, please take care of Abigail for me.”

He knew how terrifying this white–haired old man was. His strength was comparable to the late phase of the Golden Elixir Stage.

Mitchell could only risk his life to stall for him, buying Emrys time to escape.

He had no other choice at that time, and he could only trust that Emrys would not harm his daughter.

However, just after Mitchell spoke with a resolve that suggested he was prepared to die, Emrys suddenly stopped in his tracks, a puzzled question escaping his lips. “Escape? Why should we escape?”

we

we been on the run all this time? Aren’t we afraid of being caught by

now caught up, yet you suddenly halted, even turning to question me why we are

785 Why

utterly perplexed.

he possibly know what

but because he clearly feared that he wouldn’t be

a tendency to make him

indeed carried the scent of the Demon Wolf, but it was all within Emrys‘ control range, so there was absolutely no

for Emrys to explain these matters to

“Impertinent fool, leave

life in

hands!”

arrived, his face devoid of expression. His eyes were glowing red, as if the sound he had just made hadn’t come from his throat but had roared out from his

and

Elixir

posed such a peculiar question. He was momentarily taken aback, his heart pounding with urgency,

sudden gust of wind whirled past his car before he could finish his

already charged toward

Boom!

punch without a hint of flamboyance.

roar of

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