Her limbs still maintained the uncomfortable sensation of being soaked in icy blood water.
The noise of all enemies seemed especially distant at this moment.
Yet the warm current filling her lips and teeth was still disturbing Shiya’s thoughts.
Shiya helplessly raised her moist, misty autumn-water eyes, meeting the young lady’s shy, red-rimmed phoenix eyes.
Her tongue was clumsily entwined tighter, and faintly, she could even feel a slight suction.
Only when the crisp plum blossom fragrance slammed straight into her throat did Shiya wake as if from a dream, gently pushing Little Leonora away.
She shot a glare at the young lady, then turned and swam back toward the surface.
Clutching her pounding heart, cheeks burning, she was still thinking about quickly preparing the next breath of oxygen for the young lady.
Little Leonora, pushed away by the girl’s resistance, said nothing.
Drawing her blade with even greater force than before, she cleaved a stunned enemy clean in two.
As the girl continuously shuttled back and forth, she would proactively approach the young lady amid gaps in the battle, cupping her face for deep kisses, transferring breath after breath.
The enemies’ human-wave tactics were thoroughly declared bankrupt.
The young lady pulled out her bone blade, effortlessly chopped this undying worker into eight pieces, and kicked him deep into the pool.
She sheathed her blade and gazed at the vast blood water.
After confirming there were no more enemies, she silently floated in the water, dazed.
Even…
Those small feet were still gently kicking.
Actually, now that there was no enemy harassment, she could completely swim to the surface and take deep breaths of fresh air.
The snow-white-haired mermaid stretched her waist to her heart’s content, parting the layers of blood water, swimming gracefully to the young lady’s side.
Little Leonora puffed out her cheeks, ears burning fiercely, proactively tilting up her face to meet the girl’s breath transfer this time.
But even though Shiya’s mouth was almost touching, she subconsciously looked around and scratched the back of her neck.
After seeing there were no more enemies in the pool, she shyly shrank back again.
The next moment, a small, soft palm pulled her over, holding her firmly in place.
As if retaliating for the girl’s earlier bold push, the young lady directly bit hard through the girl’s lip, forcing her to obediently part her pearly teeth.
Then came the familiar intertwining of lips and tongues.
Inch by inch of soft territory, searching for that utterly defeated sweet, tender smoothness.
And this time the young lady was the aggressor, wantonly invading every inch of the girl’s territory, not hesitating to leave behind wet traces of her conquest throughout Shiya’s domain.
And Shiya, unable to resist in the water, after patting the young lady’s shoulder a few times to no avail, simply gave up on herself.
Leveraging her height advantage, she raised her knee to press against the young lady’s soft waist.
Lowering her head, she took the posture of a dominant one and began to counterattack.
This time, their cheeks pressed together, and the breath transfer lasted longer than any time before.
Only when both of their breaths grew ragged did they surface together, truly taking deep breaths of fresh air.
Under the dim yellow lighting, ripples gleamed on the water’s surface.
The smell of blood mingled with a faint medicinal fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose.
Shiya pressed her swollen, tender lips together, let out a hum, and stared at the young lady with an extremely resentful gaze.
Little Leonora first shot back a careless glare, but then, lacking confidence, turned her head away and brushed aside the wet maple-red hair strands by her cheek.
“This is all your fault…”
Just as she opened her mouth to try to make up for it, a man’s laughter suddenly came from above.
“Tell me, why did the performance enforcement team only send two powerless little girls? After that old bastard Soes disappeared, has the factory’s upper management become this incompetent?”
Shiya and Little Leonora looked toward the sound.
A similarly drenched figure in a gray suit stood with arms crossed, arrogantly looking down at them from the edge of a towering iron settling tank.
The person in charge of the Flesh Sedimentation Pool had actually been brazenly hiding deep within the settling tank where workers normally worked.
Shiya immediately leaned close, pressing her lips to the young lady’s ear, and whispered:
“Swim back into the depths of the blood water first, avoid him, and retreat to the safe assembly-line workshop.”
Their goal was never to fight the unpredictable-strength person in charge, but to fish in troubled waters and wait for the day they could escape the Longevity Factory.
Unfortunately, the man had no intention of letting them go.
Accompanied by a heavy nasal snort, the deep pool floor beneath the girls exploded with a thunderous roar.
As if some colossal creature had rammed open a huge hole in the pool’s bottom wall from the outside.
A powerful suction, carrying churning currents, dragged them relentlessly toward the bottomless hole.
In the haste, the young lady didn’t panic.
Instead, she pulled out that magic-conductive shotgun.
“You’re not seriously thinking of using that little broken toy to fight my old friend at the bottom of the pool, are you?”
As if responding to the man, a murky, dull whale cry suddenly hurled half the pool’s water into the air.
A sky-filling rain of blood scattered through the air, and amid the curtain of rain, there was also the cold gleam of a solemn gun barrel.
Little Leonora pulled Shiya into her arms, raised her other crimson gauntlet, aimed at the magic-conductive shotgun she had tossed into midair, fired a grappling hook that firmly wrapped around the gun barrel, then yanked hard.
Leveraging the powerful kinetic energy of the gauntlet, the shotgun spun and fell back toward them.
She also used the momentum to leap with Shiya onto a narrow iron staircase beneath the subsidiary settling tank.
“Interesting.”
The man’s admiring voice sounded from above.
A chill ran down Little Leonora’s spine.
She immediately raised her arm gauntlet to protect her head.
With an ear-splitting whoosh, the person in charge plummeted down at cannonball speed, raising his leg high and chopping it down at the girl like an axe.
In just the instant of contact, the gauntlet was easily shattered by the man, its surface cracking into countless fissures like broken ice.
The iron staircase beneath the young lady instantly caved in with a hole, and she fell through, her fate unknown.
But this person in charge of the Flesh Sedimentation Pool had also underestimated the young lady’s strength.
At the same moment Little Leonora was knocked back, he also let out a muffled grunt, clutching his lower abdomen pierced by the long, narrow bone blade.
Shifting his gaze, the man’s vicious eyes turned toward the panicked, snow-white-haired girl who was turning to flee down the stairs.
The person in charge casually grabbed the edge of the iron step above, swung his body, and lunged diagonally at Shiya.
But what he failed to notice was the cold, sharp arc curling at the girl’s lips at this moment.
Raising her wrist, the electroshock device she had deliberately hidden released a silver-white electric arc as she pressed it against the man who had yet to land.
The violent current instantly swept through the person in charge’s entire body, and he immediately let out a sharp scream.
As waves of burning flesh smell spread around, he barely endured the agony, awkwardly swung his leg, and kicked the girl and the electroshock device away.
Shiya slammed into the iron staircase railing, coughed once, and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
The person in charge, whose body had suffered blow after blow, had long lost his previous composure.
His gaze was sinister as he stared at the girl who, completely unafraid, wiped the blood from her lips and gripped the electroshock device tightly, still wanting to fight to the death.
Just as the person in charge closed in on the girl at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, his palm forming a blade, about to slice open Shiya’s heart—
A fierce, howling violet petal suddenly shot out and embedded itself firmly into his palm.
The man’s vision was blocked by a spray of blood rising from his palm into the air.
His heart instinctively tightened, and driven by an innate sense of danger, he halted his movement.
Only when the crimson curtain slowly drifted down did the person in charge manage to see clearly.
At some unknown time, standing high on the iron staircase of another settling tank, there was already a woman with chestnut-colored long hair.
Her figure was tall and slender, her pale blue eyes filled with an aura of calm tranquility.
Like a doe standing tall in a forest, just quietly standing there was enough to bring an inexplicable sense of peace.
Ilya’s expression remained impassive.
With a crook of her well-defined middle finger, a small violet flower spun rapidly around her fingertip.
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