I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 140 - Death Bone Prison

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Death Bone Prison

Chapter 140 -140 Death Bone Prison

Qiao Suisui noticed that his complexion wasn’t great, and decided not to ask further. She stood up, trying to retrieve Wolf Teeth, only to see Carl raise his arm to the highest, making it impossible for her to reach it even on tiptoes.

“Carl, stop messing around, give it back to me.”

Carl’s face was expressionless, lacking his usual teasing and recklessness. He let her jump up to try and reach it, but he didn’t budge an inch.

“Carl, what exactly do you want to do?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the man lowered his head and harshly kissed her, biting her lower lip as if he couldn’t get enough, clearly itching with hate, yet still careful not to really hurt her.

Qiao Suisui didn’t understand what madness had taken over him all of a sudden, and pushed him away forcefully.

Her strength was not great, yet it made the man take a step back weakly.

“You can kiss him, but not me?” His eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and said, “That Rat from the streets is okay, why can’t I?”

Qiao Suisui saw that he really seemed to be getting angry and felt a bit helpless. Carl had always been nonchalant and flippant in front of her, often with a smile. She had never seen him this serious before.

Thinking about what he had just said, Qiao Suisui furrowed her brows and asked, “Have you been monitoring us all this time?”

“I was on a mission, I didn’t expect you to get involved with the Rebel Army.” Carl’s expression was grave as he held onto her shoulders, enunciating each word, “Suisui, don’t get close to him.”

Qiao Suisui blinked twice and said, “It’s too late.”

Carl squinted, his anger reaching his hair. He really wanted to put her over his knee and spank her.

Before he could suppress his anger, this ancestor made another demand.

“Can you take me to the Southern Battlefield using Breakthrough?”

“Impossible, that’s suicide.”

Qiao Suisui had anticipated that he wouldn’t agree easily, so she stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and whispered in his ear, “If you take me, I’ll agree to one of your conditions.”

Her warm breath on his ear caused Carl’s anger to shift down to his lower abdomen.

Frustrated beyond words, he grabbed her waist with one hand, and the contrast between his broad back and her delicate form was striking.

“What is this? Using my feelings for you to make a deal? What if my condition is for you to be with me?”

“Then, let’s be together.”

Carl was amused by her defiant attitude. Still wearing his glove, he pinched her delicate neck, the black leather contrasting sharply with her fair, radiant skin. Her lips were still swollen, her eyes dewy, and her lashes provocatively lifted, like a seductive little fox.

The man’s eyes were full of earnestness as he gazed at her for a long time, but he eventually gave in.

“What I want is for you to fall in love with me willingly.”

The two were at an impasse for a while until Qiao Suisui sighed and leaned in to kiss his chin.

That kiss stunned Carl. They had kissed before, but it was always he who initiated it—this was her first time taking the initiative. The flame that had just died down within him was now flickering uncertainly.

“What is this? A bribe?”

“Advance payment.”

“What advance…” Before he could finish, Carl understood her meaning. The last time, he brought pictures to Zong Fang and asked her for a service fee. Now, she was doing the same.

“Good things you don’t learn, only picking up stuff like this…”

Carl looked up, resigning to the speckled marks on the top of the bridge, completely unable to get the upper hand with this little creature.

Qiao Suisui looked at him pleadingly and asked, “Then can you take me to the Southern Battlefield?”

“Kiss me again.”

Qiao Suisui obediently kissed his cheek again.

“Kiss me once more,” he said.

She tiptoed, intending to kiss his cheek again, but was held by a large hand clad in a black glove, her head guided straight to his lips.

His kiss was intense, as if he wanted to meld their souls together. Carl pulled her into his embrace, bowing his head to deeply capture the air from her mouth. At that moment, it seemed as though the entire world had vanished.

It wasn’t until Qiao Suisui was almost unable to breathe that Carl, filled with deep affection, let her go. His eyes brimmed with suppressed lust. “You’ll be the death of me one day.”

Carl finally agreed to bring her to the Southern Battlefield, but he made Qiao Suisui promise not to stray more than half a step from him.

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Southern Battlefield.

“Damn it, why did we get assigned to patrol this godforsaken place?” a servicemember muttered to his companion, a tinge of awe in his voice.

“I know, right? How did we get selected for Death Bone Prison? I heard this used to be a village called Dash—something or another. Anyway, this place is bad luck,” the other whispered back.

“Hey, how about we pretend to get injured and let the guy with silver hair go on his own?”

“Good idea.”

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After agreeing on their plan, one suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth. The other hurriedly supported him and shouted to the silent man walking ahead, “What are we going to do? I’ll stay here to take care of him, maybe you should go ahead on your own!”

Zong Fang coldly turned around, casting a disdainful glance at the two who were acting poorly, and unwilling to entertain them, continued on his solitary path, leaving the deceitful pair behind.

It wasn’t long before, having finished his patrol and preparing to return, he suddenly slipped and fell into a hidden pit.

Dust billowed.

In the darkness, he steadied himself, looking around with the little light that filtered from above. The pit was filled with bones as if it was a giant grave.

Zong Fang remained unfazed, encountering dead bodies was a common occurrence on the Southern Battlefield, but these bones looked like they had been sealed away for a long time, reduced to deformed white skeletons. Zong Fang’s sharp eyes scanned the dim surroundings. Suddenly, his gaze was captured by a glint of light.

He approached, observing a skeleton clad in worn, faded clothing. He took the badge pinned on the garment, the small object that had just emitted the light.

The badge bore the symbol of the Federation.

Zong Fang’s brow furrowed slightly as he crouched down to examine the skeleton’s details. The remains of equipment and insignia on the bones confirmed that this person had been a member of the Elite Team.

A complex expression fleetingly crossed his eyes.

He then inadvertently found a recorder on the body, which looked completely unusable, but he still removed it.

“Hey! Are you okay? Here’s a rope, grab it and climb up!”

The same two who had been too scared to return now approached cautiously.

Zong Fang pocketed the recorder, took one last look at the skeleton, then swiftly scaled the wall and emerged. The two exchanged awkward glances, sheepishly retracting the useless rope.

Back at the base, the routine reporting and training continued, and as night fell, when everyone else was asleep, Zong Fang used rudimentary tools to quickly repair the recorder.

The recorder’s screen lit up, and Zong Fang sat atop a towering boulder, with the wilderness at his back.

He looked down at the series of recordings on the screen, his pupils abruptly constricting when he reached the final footage.

In the recorder’s last scene, a Federation warship dropped bombs below, instantly plunging the area into inferno, civilians’ cries, the intermittent pleas for help and evacuation calls from the Elite Team members over the radio, all attesting to the severity of the event.

The night wind tousled his hair, but the man remained still, as if frozen in time. After a while, he extracted the storage chip from the recorder, inserted it under the skin of his forearm, and then destroyed the recorder.

Meanwhile, Qiao Suisui and Carl had just set foot on the soil of the Southern Battlefield.

All their fates had quietly begun to change.