Chapter 29 – Love Her, Then Die With Her
“What can we do?”
Before Luoluo could finish speaking, Xiaozhan flung her away.
She felt herself soaring higher and higher, everything around shrinking in her vision.
Her body hovered in midair for a few seconds before plummeting down rapidly.
The objects that had shrunk gradually returned to their normal size.
Smack!
She crashed heavily onto the ground, struggling to get up while rubbing her sore butt.
Luckily, her large behind cushioned the impact, or she might have been seriously injured.
She patted her chubby belly and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
When she looked up, she realized she had been thrown straight into the Beast Arena.
Xiaozhan hadn’t even spared a moment—he just hurled her in!
The woodpecker beastman glanced away and continued registering others; he had seen this kind of thing many times before.
Chiyou swung a punch but was grabbed by Xiaozhan.
“Feeling combative?”
Ziye quickly intervened, “Stop, stop! Let’s talk this out.”
Chiyou stomped, “He threw the Mistress inside!”
“So? Feeling sorry for her? Then you can go in and join her,” Xiaozhan shrugged. If you love her, go die with her.
Otherwise, all that talk about love is just empty words.
“Hey, I want to sign up! Count me in!” Chiyou shook off Xiaozhan and ran to the registering woodpecker beastman.
The beastman glanced at him and asked, “Do you already have a mistress?”
Chiyou nodded. “Yes, my mistress is in there.”
“All beastmen with a mistress cannot participate.”
“What? Then why can females join?”
“Hah, you compare yourself to a female? Where’s your confidence? To participate, you need your mistress’s approval first.”
The woodpecker beastman said flatly. Females could do as they pleased, while males had a whole set of rules restraining them—they couldn’t just enjoy being themselves.
Luoluo shook her head in disagreement; she couldn’t let Chiyou run in and die.
Chiyou failed to register and attempted to charge in anyway.
As soon as he approached the wooden post, a powerful force bounced him back.
He hit the ground and struggled to get up, his body in pain.
Ziye hurried to support him, “Stop showing off. You can’t break through that.”
“Chiyou, Chiyou, are you okay?”
From behind the fence, Luoluo asked with concern.
Chiyou was moved. Despite his mistress being badly thrown herself, she still got up to check on him.
“I’m fine. But some people might not be so lucky,” he said, glaring at Xiaozhan.
Under his deathly stare, Xiaozhan casually flicked his hair and said to Luoluo, “Remember our agreement—if you kill my brother, all our grudges are canceled.”
Luoluo nodded. “Understood. Got it.”
It was just killing a beast, after all. She had done plenty of that these past few days, so one more wouldn’t make a difference.
If killing Xiaozhan’s brother meant successfully gaining him, it was worth it.
One hundred million RMB—just a matter of time.
She considered herself a foolish ruler, staging such a grand spectacle just to win the smile of a beauty.
For a handsome man, she’d go all out!
“Xiaozhan, wait for me to get out, and we’ll bathe together again. You need another soak to get better.”
Luoluo shouted her instructions loudly.
Any ordinary person would be touched to tears—someone in danger still thinking of others. So noble, so moving.
But Xiaozhan only rolled his eyes, “As if you’re going to survive.”
After giving Xiaozhan her instructions, Luoluo turned to Chiyou, “Don’t use your horns to smash things, got it?”
Chiyou’s eyes reddened as he nodded tearfully.
“Ziye, go to bed early tonight. Don’t stay up late. If you keep doing that, your dark circles won’t go away.”
“Akang, eat more. You’re too skinny.”
“Ajin, pants look really good on you.”
Luoluo noticed that her three beast husbands and two little ones were all wearing the new pants she had made today.
Standing together, neat and orderly—it really did look like a family.
Ziye tossed her a wooden hairpin. “Take this. Don’t die too quickly.”
Akang pressed his lips, “Bad female, if you can’t win, run—run far away.”
Ajin tugged at his pants, “Bad female, if you die, I won’t pick up your corpse.”
Luoluo bent over laughing, “I know. I’ll try not to die, okay?”
Picking up the hairpin from Ziye, she headed toward the arena.
The rules of the Beast Arena were a gauntlet: one person initiates a challenge, the winner lives, the loser dies.
Then the next challenger steps up, and so on.
In other words, everyone inside the arena must die—except the last victor.
This rule disadvantaged those who went up first, as they had to face consecutive challenges and expend a lot of energy.
So many high-ranking fighters preferred to watch from the sidelines rather than step onto the stage.
But a few low-rank beastmen, oblivious to the danger, were eager to move.
Luoluo crouched low and took a less conspicuous position.
She didn’t want to challenge anyone, nor be challenged.
She only needed to find Xiaozhan’s brother and kill him.
She scanned the crowd but found no trace of the tiger beastman.
It seemed he was hiding too, waiting to take advantage later.
The high stage was empty.
Surrounding spectators encouraged others to go first.
Suddenly, a figure dashed across the air.
A kangaroo beastman leapt onto the stage, defiant, looking at the crowd below, “Come on! Who wants to fight me?”
He lifted his hands, flexed his huge biceps, and shook his chest—pure male energy.
“I’ll go! Everyone step aside!”
A crab beastman jumped up, rotating to show off his massive claws.
Both were Tier 3 beasts, evenly matched.
Luoluo hid in a corner, watching the fight, anxious as she searched for the tiger beastman.
Smack!
Suddenly, something landed in front of her—it was an arm.
The large hand at its end was still moving.
Ah—
Almost instinctively, she screamed.
Her reaction drew the attention of many, who started whispering.
“Wow, a female!”
“So pretty! Chubby and cute.”
“Her beast skin is red, looks amazing.”
Luoluo was still wearing her Bohemian dress, altered into pants last night.
Technically, it was more like a skirt-pant hybrid: looked like a skirt standing, pants while walking.
Her once-beautiful outfit was now attracting far too much attention.
She regretted being so flashy, lowering her head to hide her face.
Don’t see me, don’t see me!
“Hey, beautiful female, want to mate?”
“Hey, cute female, want a partner?”
Luoluo looked up. The two on the stage were staring at her, eyes burning with primal desire.
“Uh, um… I’m just passing by, you guys continue.”
Suddenly, someone outside the fence shouted, “I bet a beast skin that the female will mate with the kangaroo!”
“I bet a pound of salt that the crab beastman will win the beauty!”
One person led, others followed. The crowd split into two groups and began betting.
Ziye pulled out his old beast skin, “I bet the female wins.”
Originally there were only two betting sides; Ziye forcefully inserted himself.
No beastman paid attention to him, continuing their own bets.
Luoluo tried to run but was restrained by a pair of giant hands.
She turned to see the crab beastman’s enthusiastic gaze—and noticed both his arms were still intact.
Looking down, the arm that had been cut off lay on the ground, perfectly fine.
Her scalp tingled. What was going on?
