strictlysupreme Chapter 280 Human Females Fleeing in the Beast World 8
Chapter 280 Human Females Fleeing in the Beast World 8
Seeing Hu Le's pitiful appearance, Liya was extremely satisfied.
She patted Hu Le's face. "Hu Le, although I'm willing to play with you, I'm not a very patient person. You'd better give me a satisfactory answer within a week at most."
Otherwise, hmph, you'll just have to wait and see what happens when I introduce my new tricks.
Lia straightened up, straightened her gorgeous clothes, and her tail swayed gently behind her, showing her current ease and superiority.
"Lady Lia, please have mercy on me and let me go. I'm really not suitable... not suitable to serve you." Hu Le mustered his courage and pleaded again, his voice choked with sobs and his eyes slightly red.
Upon hearing this, Lia's face instantly darkened, and the slight smile on her face turned into a ferocious expression.
"Hmph, unsuitable? In my eyes, you humans are nothing more than toys for my amusement. What's the point of talking about suitability? It's your honor that I've taken a liking to you. How dare you refuse?"
As she spoke, she kicked Hu Le. Hu Le was caught off guard and was kicked in the chest. He flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood immediately spilling from his mouth.
"You're the kind of person who won't listen to reason and will have to suffer the consequences. You'd better think this over carefully this week, because next time it won't be so easy to talk to you."
Liya snorted coldly, shook her head, and left with elegant yet oppressive steps, leaving Hu Le lying on the ground, clutching his chest in pain, staring blankly at the ceiling, his heart filled with fear of the future and confusion about how to escape this misfortune.
After a while, Hu Le struggled to get up from the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and dragged his tired and injured body slowly toward the kitchen.
At the same time, he made up his mind.
...
A few days later, in a huge, luxurious room, the furnishings were extremely extravagant. The walls were adorned with valuable paintings, and a dazzling crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, making the entire space shine with golden splendor.
The soft, high-end carpet beneath my feet felt like walking on clouds with every step. The sofa was made of top-quality leather, making it extremely comfortable to sit on, and the backrest was embroidered with exquisite patterns, showcasing an extraordinary style.
Pei Yan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, flipping through the documents in his hands.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. Pei Yan didn't even look up, but simply said, "Come in."
The door slowly opened, and an orc who looked like a servant walked in, bowed respectfully, and said, "My lord, all the VIPs for tomorrow's arena have been arranged."
Pei Yan gave a faint "hmm," then suddenly looked up again.
He asked, "How is that human female?"
The attendant respectfully replied, "My lord, the human female Shen Chumo you mentioned is currently being held in a guest room at the arena. She has been very well-behaved these past few days and hasn't caused any trouble."
"We only occasionally have some contact with Hu Le, the human who delivers the meals. We've been keeping an eye on things, and haven't noticed anything unusual yet," the servant replied respectfully, head bowed.
Pei Yan tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips.
"I thought I was going to see a good show, but it turned out to be nothing special."
"Alright, go down. Tomorrow's performance must be flawless. If anything goes wrong, you know the consequences."
A fierce glint flashed in Pei Yan's eyes as he stared intently at the servant, his tone as cold as frost in the twelfth lunar month.
"Yes, sir!" The servant trembled with fear, bowed his head hastily, and replied in a trembling voice. He then hurriedly left the room, almost running, afraid that staying even a second longer would provoke Pei Yan's wrath.
Once the door closed, the room returned to silence.
Pei Yan stood up, walked to the window, and looked out through the ornate carved glass.
She murmured, "Shen Chumo, will you surprise me again?"
...
On the day of the fighting competition, the sun was blazing and the sky was cloudless.
Shen Chumo was roughly escorted by a group of tall, ferocious-looking orcs as they slowly walked toward the arena.
At this moment, the arena was already packed with orcs from all directions.
These orcs came in all shapes and sizes; some were as large as bears, others as agile as cheetahs, and still others had sharp fangs and claws. They stood or sat, crowding the entire stands to capacity, making it a truly packed house.
Every orc's face was radiating an almost frenzied, bloodthirsty excitement, as if they were about to witness an extremely bloody feast. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, an atmosphere that felt oppressive and suffocating.
At the same time, there were bursts of loud cheers and conversations, which were deafening.
Most of the orcs came specifically to see Shen Chumo, the human female who had killed the orc warrior. Of course, the most important thing was to see Shen Chumo die, so that they could demonstrate their dignity as orcs.
In this noisy atmosphere, Pei Yan sat in the VIP room, seemingly isolated from the surrounding noise.
He held a glass of champagne in his slender hand, gently swirling it. The golden liquid in the glass rippled and reflected a dazzling light.
He took a small sip, his gaze falling through the huge floor-to-ceiling window onto Shen Chumo, who was about to step into the arena.
Shen Chumo walked into the arena. The weapon she was given today was just an ordinary dagger. Shen Chumo smiled disdainfully. These orcs prided themselves on being strong, but they were still afraid of her winning again.
Shen Chumo didn't care. She twirled the dagger in her hand a few times and strolled towards the center of the fighting arena.
She stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight, and her face gradually appeared before everyone on the big screen.
In that instant, the arena seemed to be muted. Sunlight shone down on Shen Chumo without reservation. Her skin was as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade, with a soft luster. Under the sunlight, it was almost transparent, exuding an indescribable beauty.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, swaying gently with her steps, the ends shimmering with light.
Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and deep, revealing a kind of agility and resilience in her gaze.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful. Beneath her arched eyebrows, her eyes seemed to hold endless stories. Below her straight nose was a slightly upturned cherry-red lip, like the most beautiful flower blooming in spring, naturally radiant.
The orc VIPs in the stands stared wide-eyed. The previously noisy shouts and laughter vanished instantly, replaced by a deathly silence.
They had never seen such a beautiful human, and even in the entire orc world, it was hard to find such a stunningly beautiful face.