StarCraft: The Sickly Female Supporting Character Pulls Out the Weeping Willow

Chapter 311 The Scent of Maturity and Sweetness

Chapter 311

A ship.

The person who was in a deep sleep gradually woke up.

When they see their surroundings, they inevitably feel panicked.

Unfortunately, as one of the first people to be defeated by magical attacks, they were on a ship from Blackrock Prison, which had been modified to consist entirely of small, dark rooms.

With only a tiny window, barely the size of a palm, one could barely see what was outside.

"Hello, is anyone there? Where am I?"

"Who are you, and what do you want to do to us?"

Someone was screaming outside from inside the small dark room.

The curses of men and women, and the cries of children, mingled together in a chaotic cacophony, creating a truly jarring and unsettling sound.

Accompanied by a peculiar energy fluctuation, the person who had previously been emotionally distraught suddenly clutched their head and collapsed to the ground in agony.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, emotionless voice rang out.

"As intruders and thieves, keep quiet, or you'll die in deep space."

If the warden hadn't given instructions, would they still want to live?

Just dream.

However, their destination was a barren planet, a barren planet completely undeveloped.

Whether they survive or not depends on their luck.

Many people recalled that someone had come to them and said that this was an owned planet, and that they should either pay the fees they had incurred since they moved in, or leave.

They had no choice.

They've lived on that planet for many years, and now suddenly someone appears claiming to be the owner of the galaxy, even demanding that they hand over the planet they've developed over so many years. How could they possibly agree?

I thought that because we outnumbered them, the other party wouldn't do anything.

"Where are you sending us? We admit it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's voice trailed off, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

He lost all vitality.

After a brief silence, someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

Unfortunately, he was killed shortly after making a sound.

"You were tough before, so don't beg for mercy now."

"Our Emperor detests people like you who bully the weak and fear the strong."

The ship continued its voyage, and the people in the small dark room gritted their teeth and endured the pain, not daring to make a sound.

The fear in their hearts continued to spread, and they cursed the unseen master of the galaxy countless times in their hearts.

Even if they did occupy each other's planets without consent.

But this person's actions were too vicious.

There was absolutely no room for negotiation; they acted without warning.

They have not only elderly people here, but also babies crying for milk.

Without food, we will really starve to death.

Some people regretted it.

They didn't take anything with them after all the hard work they've done over the years.

If I had acknowledged the other person's status and position back then, or obediently left, I would definitely not be in this situation now.

The longer it goes on, the more tense they become.

Reason is like a tightly stretched string that can snap at any moment.

The fear of the unknown is enough to scare some people to death.

**
Ye Yao is currently on her way to Blackstone Prison.

She refreshed the StarNet news and discovered that a civil war had broken out in the Eve Galaxy.

This is a war between the royal family and the old-established nobles of the Ave Galaxy.

It's hard to say who will win or lose right now.

Refreshing the page again, I saw a newly released video news article.

The location where the photographer was standing was the capital planet of the Ave star system.

The main character in the video is a sexy and charming woman. In Ye Yao's opinion, she's the epitome of a woman.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the woman who murdered Mr. Loningchin, the eldest daughter of the Perod family, Isa.

According to thorough investigations and accounts from many people on the capital planet of the Ave Star System, this Ms. Isa had been married several times, and each of her husbands had passed away.

After her last divorce, Ms. Isa returned to the Perod family on the capital planet and used her charm to win the admiration of Mr. Loninchin, the former king of the Eve system.

Even so, for her, Mr. Luo Ningqin gave up his childhood sweetheart from the Bulman family, with whom he had grown up...

Ye Yao watched the narration as just a spectacle.

As far as she could see with her own eyes, Isa was indeed quite charming.

Even though she was being held captive by the royal army and looked somewhat disheveled, her enviable figure was still undeniable.

Others may not know, but Ye Yao likes it.

Even with a haggard appearance, her mature sexiness is truly off the charts.

Some people do indeed like older sisters.

Interstellar life is long; a difference of a hundred or two years is nothing.

It's not surprising at all that Los's nephew fell in love with this woman.

She didn't believe in the so-called "husband-killing" or "wife-killing" superstitions; she suspected someone was behind it all.

It could be for financial gain, since her marriage partners are all either rich or powerful.

Either it's for her beauty, or it's because Isha has the looks to back it up.

While watching, he dialed Los's number.

They were probably busy; it took a while before they answered.

The first thing you see is a picture of a half-naked handsome man emerging from a bath.

His light blue hair was dripping with water, and it seemed that his hair had grown a bit longer.

"Back to prison?"

Judging from her silhouette, Los entered a room.

Ye Yao hummed in agreement. "I saw the news from your galaxy. Is that woman named Isa in the video really the murderer who killed your nephew?"

She sat cross-legged in the spacious chair, and with a slight effort, the chair slowly rotated.

"Perhaps it's intuition, but I feel that this woman is a victim."

Los was not angered by her words.

He felt it was all too pretentious to kick his nephew off the throne without any mercy one minute and then act like a loving uncle the next.

"She is definitely not the murderer."

Los said, "It was the fuse."

Since it involves the death of a member of the royal family, Isha is not innocent, even if she is not the murderer.

With his hair completely dry, Los came out of the room, walked to the wardrobe, and opened it.

"Choose one."

Ye Yao glanced at him and asked, "It seems you've found the culprit. What were you wearing for?"

Los said, "Am I really that unreliable in your eyes, that I'd just grab anyone to save face? That's just typical of you."

Ye Yao changed mode and instantly appeared next to Los.

He paced in front of his wardrobe, picked out a black short-sleeved crew neck T-shirt, and held it up against him.

"I don't doubt that it's reliable, but I doubt whether you'll use it to vent your anger. This piece, paired with a light-colored cardigan and hoodie."

They even provided him with a tie.

Ross chuckled. "I am a king, not a rogue. A tie is unnecessary, isn't it?"

Ye Yao gestured a couple of times, "For decoration."

Looking at his virtual appearance, he nodded in satisfaction, "He looks much younger."

This guy is a middle-aged man in his early twenties after all.

Upon hearing this, Los's handsome eyes narrowed slightly.

Thinking of Ye Yao in front of him, who was not even thirty years old, he suddenly felt anxious about his age.

Shouldn't we get people developing health supplements to extend lifespan?
Otherwise, by the time he dies, Ye Yao will be at the prime of her life.

I can't imagine how many men would be surrounding her back then.

Goodnight, my darlings