Chapter 45: Those Lunatics Are Going to Drain Her Dry

"You're recovering really fast."
Yana looked at Yu Xia's straight, fair, and slender legs, unable to resist reaching out to touch them.

"Dopamine has risen by ten percentage points," Caesar analyzed, staring at Yu Xia's bodily data. "She feels happy, and her alienation can recover. Perhaps it's not just about food compensating for mental power."

"This is a good thing." Yana stroked the little mermaid a couple of times, satisfied, and then turned her gaze back to Yu Xia's data report. "Food compensation should be part of the reason, but..."

Yet, the other party was an effeminate man whose face was several times more beautiful than Imperial Consort Huang, and whose figure was countless times more slender than Imperial Consort Zhong.

The arena staff hurriedly lifted stretchers, carrying the unconscious contestants off the arena one by one.

Takagi's words were like a basin of cold water poured straight over Murong Yan's head. Murong Yan's momentum abruptly stalled, and his aggressive stance was completely defused.

Inside this demonic blade, there seemed to be an unknown entity attempting to break free from its seal, even seeping a strange power into Du'en's body. Du'en couldn't quite describe what kind of power this was, but he could sense that this power was trying to control him—to control the master of this demonic blade.

At present, there were still about three hundred passengers left on the ship, along with a little over a hundred Black Ghost space pirates. Due to the disparity in equipment and combat strength, if a fight broke out again, the latter wouldn't need much time to send the former off to meet the origin of the universe.

Of course, mastering it wouldn't happen overnight, but at least there was hope now, and for Gu Chi, that was enough.

However, Magellan was delayed by this interception, and his offensive momentum came to a halt. His figure stalled, and a strong wave of fatigue surged from the depths of his mind. The wound previously inflicted by Du'en began to ache again, leaving him with no choice but to watch helplessly as dozens of prisoners, including Du'en, escaped from the prison before his eyes.

Suppressing his excruciating pain, the Old Ancestor of the Green Robe released the remaining Poisonous Golden Silkworms from the yellow gourd at his waist.

As for this matter, Left Chancellor Xun You would shoulder it entirely. Around the beginning of winter, the thousands of miles of rice fields in Ji Province began their harvest. Liu Bei's heart was filled with an eager yearning to return home.

What if an actor was unsuitable for the role, or lacked availability, or simply didn't wish to take on the part? Any of these scenarios were entirely possible.

"I killed him just like that, so what can you do to me?" Casually tossing Li Changsheng aside, Lu Fei patted his hands and said indifferently.

"Oh, wow, that scared me to death! Who on earth are these people?" After hiding in the bathroom, Ye Siyin patted her chest, looking somewhat traumatized.

In the eyes of Huang Bingkun and the others, this kind of detached numbness—expressed after experiencing profound sorrow and overwhelming joy—was actually a manifestation of even deeper pain.

Thus, the two creative approaches of variety shows and documentaries naturally became the main themes, a point that was definitely not going to change.

While the other members of the subjugation team had all fallen into a deep sleep, Ian quietly left the farm under Neville's guidance.

"A married person who hasn't been home for half a year has finally returned now; shouldn't we do something?" said the werewolf.

Upon hearing this, the two demons felt doubtful and incredulous, yet they simultaneously examined the newly added memories in their minds.

As soon as the six of them appeared here and caught sight of the Boundary Spirit's figure, they were immediately startled and hurriedly fell to their knees in respectful kowtow to pay homage to the Boundary Spirit.

"No, before I saw you, I met Mordo, so I already knew two-thirds of it!" Xige smiled.

Others might not know what the seemingly redundant restriction in the contract actually meant, but he did.

His expression reverted to his habitual arrogance. "There is nothing more for you here. Get out first!" His tone was completely devoid of emotion and exceedingly cold.

Having finished speaking, Nami looked toward the sniper squad and Meng Qi, who were still locked in a protracted skirmish with the zombies outside the camp.

He looked at the Wuling tractor driven by Guan Yunshan, envy flashing in his eyes. If they had a machine like that, a lot of labor in their family would surely be liberated, and his parents wouldn't have to toil so bitterly.