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Chapter 654 You Can't Take Me Anymore

The sentry's heavy, tall body loomed over Yu Xia, dominating her field of vision.

A spotlight from outside peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a dim glow into the dark room.

After Yu Xia's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the sentry's face by the faint light.

His resolute and sharp facial features, along with his thin lips that were always pursed into a line when he wasn't speaking, created a handsome and aloof face.

Yu Xia was not mistaken; the person who came was indeed Farrell.

At this moment, Farrell was kneeling on top of her, his left hand pressing down on her left shoulder. With just a little force, he could make her sink into the soft mattress and be unable to get up.

His right hand stroked her shoulder and neck, his cold fingers touching her warm, soft skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Farrell's hand stopped on her small earlobe, his two cold, hard fingers pinching her ear.

They kneaded and rubbed it as if playing with it.

Yu Xia felt a strange sense of unease and turned her head away from the sentry's fingers.

The next second, the sentry pinched her face and turned it to face up.

Yu Xia saw the cold glint in the eyes of the sea tribe leader.

"." I felt that Farrell seemed colder than usual.

No, it's not accurate to describe Farrell as cold-hearted; he was more like a stern leader.

Since I met him, he has actively and well completed both internal sea creature affairs and tasks assigned by the Federation.

In his interactions with others, he was also more approachable and polite than other sea creatures.

His brows were always habitually furrowed slightly, making him look somewhat gloomy and impatient, as if there were few things that satisfied him.

Compared to indifference or ferocity, Yu Xia fears this kind of person more.

It was as if she hadn't done anything wrong just by standing there.

Farrell, standing before her, had a cold and empty gaze, and the way he stroked her was as if he were caressing an object that interested him.

This is quite different from the last time when Farrell went berserk and wanted to get comfort from her.

Yu Xia smelled the stench of blood on him.

"Farrell, are you injured?"

Yu Xia grasped Farrell's wrist.

Farrell paused for a moment while stroking her cheek, then grabbed her wrist and pulled it above his head, burying his face in her neck and sniffing.

Yu Xia felt a large dog pressing down on her. The dog was sniffing her more and more excitedly, and its body was trembling slightly with excitement.

The sentry let out a soft breath, the sound of his throat bobbing clearly audible in the silent room.

“I can help you.” Yu Xia was a little scared of Farrell. He was different from the sentinels she could easily appease and control. The sea-folk sentinels were not affected by the guides.

If Farrell were to go berserk and become mutated, she might not be able to control him.

She needs to take the initiative while he is still sober.

But could Farrell also become a raging beast?

Yu Xia was vaguely skeptical. Last time, Farrell had only held her for a few hours and she had recovered; she hadn't done anything.

She looked at Farrell's face with a strange feeling. He was touching her skin with his lips, not kissing, but touching, as if exploring something new.

This made Yu Xia feel even more strange.

He didn't respond to a single word she said to him.

In the darkness, their eyes met.

Farrell's face, so close to mine, was expressionless, his eyes vacant and unreal.
They stared at each other for a moment, then a thought struck Yu Xia.
He is not Farrell!

Two seconds after the thought crossed her mind, Yu Xia suddenly jolted awake and became completely alert.

Without thinking, she bent her knees and tried to push him off her.

Farrell remained motionless, like a rock. Sensing the struggle and fear of the person beneath him, he extended his long, scarlet tongue and licked Yu Xia's face in a soothing manner.

Yu Xia, unable to bear the sensation of being licked by that cold, wet tongue, kicked out with all her might.

"click"

Just as my right foot was about to crack, a horrifying cracking sound came from it.

The pain came belatedly, and Yu Xia let out a long, painful hiss. Her mind went blank for a moment, and then she curled up.

Yu Xia gripped the bed sheet tightly and cursed a couple of times.

Farrell was taken aback by her reaction. He saw the pain on her face and stuck out his long tongue to try to soothe her.

With a loud "bang!", the room door was kicked open.

Then, Yu Xia felt a lightness on her body as the imposter Farrell was thrown to the ground. Something pierced through the imposter's body, pinning him to the ground, and made a trembling buzzing sound due to the excessive force.

Before Yu Xia could see what was happening, a figure reeking of blood approached her and bent down to hug her.

Farrell's face appeared before her, and she was so frightened that she reached out and pushed him away haphazardly.

“It’s me,” Farrell’s voice, as cold and deep as the sea, rang out.

He grasped the girl's waving hands, his steady voice lowered with a reassuring tone, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

The room lights came on, and Yu Xia squinted, her eyes stinging from the light, before she could see the person crouching in front of her.

Farrell's face was covered in blood, and his silver-gray combat suit was also covered in reddish-brown and grayish-black stains.

He looked at her with a slight frown, his light gray eyes bloodshot.

A sticky, wriggling sound came from behind him. Yu Xia's gaze swept past his side and saw that the "person" with the same figure and face as him had turned into a mass of crimson flesh.

The fact that the alien species had infiltrated the residential area has once again put the leaders of the various factions on edge, who had just relaxed.

A comprehensive and detailed investigation was conducted in the residential area.

However, after searching the area inside and out several times, apart from the strange creature that had somehow infiltrated the sea creature's dwelling, nothing unusual was found elsewhere.

Ultimately, everyone could only attribute it to an accident.

However, all factions remained vigilant and strengthened their defenses.

Previously, they had criticized the sea creatures for wasting manpower and resources in expanding their defensive territory, but now they have nothing to say.

“Hiss, it hurts, it hurts!”

Yu Xia looked at Farrell with teary eyes, "Be gentle."

Farrell's brow furrowed even deeper. He held her swollen foot as if it were a bomb, unsure whether to take it or put it down.

"Bear with it." Farrell knelt in front of her, his jaw clenched, exuding a terrifying aura that made those around him afraid to approach.

Yet, even with such gentle force, he rubbed the ointment off the little princess's feet.

Yu Xia sniffed and hugged the pillow in her arms tightly. This time, her foot injury was more serious than before. Although it wasn't broken, the bone was fractured.

Farrell watched as she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, his expression growing increasingly grim. The sea creature guards kneeling outside the door were all under the pressure of his mental power, their hearts nearly shattering.

Farrell quickly applied the medicine to Yu Xia, put on ankle braces to secure her ankles, and then stood up to hold her in his lap.

"Alright." Farrell wiped the sweat from her face. "How come you don't even recognize me?"

"I recognized her." Yu Xia's voice was slightly nasal, and she sounded a little aggrieved.

Farrell: "You recognized me. Haven't you learned your lesson from the last time I kicked you?"

Yu Xia felt even more aggrieved, "I knew it wasn't you who kicked him, who knew he was just as tough as you."

Farrell looked at her silently, his expression unreadable. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her forehead, trying to soothe her like Bello and the others had done, "Get stronger, and then try to get something out of me again."

Yu Xia felt a little uncomfortable with his sudden "warmth".

Compared to Farrell's passionate kiss that night, now that he was sober, this touch felt even more intimate.

She squirmed in his arms, trying to get down.

"Don't move," Farrell whispered.

“I’ve been busy for three days.” Farrell hugged her tighter, pressed his face against her cheek, and closed his eyes, saying, “Now it’s your turn to get busy.”

Yu Xia: "What do you mean?"

Farrell: "You're our superior, and you don't even know this?"

Yu Xia turned her head to look at him and saw that he had his eyes closed, his brows were furrowed, and he looked a little tired. She suggested, "If you're tired, go take a shower and rest."

Farrell washed his hands and applied the medicine to her, still wearing his blood-stained combat uniform, with blood still on his face.

Yu Xia was wearing a fluffy bear pajama set, and when he hugged her like that, she turned into a dirty little bear.

Farrell took a deep breath and hugged her tightly, rubbing his face against hers and smearing the blood onto her face. "Are you sure? You can't take me right now."

Yu Xia: ".?"

What does this have to do with him going to take a shower and rest?
"You've been mutated?" Yu Xia looked him over, trying to find the signs of his mutation.

But apart from his current state, she did not see any signs of alienation in him.

It had no scales, no patterns, and not even a manic mood; it just looked a little more impatient than usual, as if it was about to grab someone and yell at them at any moment.

Farrell's prominent nose brushed against her earlobe, and he said in a low, husky voice, "You don't want to see me transformed."

Since he said so, Yu Xia wasn't a complete novice who knew nothing, so she naturally wouldn't ask for trouble and quietly let him hold her.

Her spiritual energy automatically enveloped Farrell; the unique mechanism of the sea race allowed Farrell to draw strength and comfort from her.

Yu Xia is to the sea creatures what the sentinels on land receive spiritual guidance from the guides; the closer the contact, the faster they recover.

Although they can receive solace and restoration from her spiritual power without touching her, once corrupted, they will develop an intense craving for her.

Yu Xia didn't understand what the dense mental network she controlled represented, nor did she understand the deep-seated madness hidden in the sea race's genes. She just felt that as long as she used her mental energy, she could appease all the sea races and achieve mutual balance. At most, she only needed to stick to them, which was much easier than when she was Ivi in ​​the Holy City.

Yu Xia was so tired that she drifted off to sleep despite the strong smell of blood on Farrell's body.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she vaguely heard the rustling of clothes. Her body was lifted and moved a few times, as if the person holding her was adjusting their position.

She was held in a tighter embrace and remained quiet for a moment. The bear hat that was attached to her clothes was taken off her head, and her long hair was swept to one side.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of waking her. He would pause for a moment after each movement to make sure she wouldn't wake up before continuing.

Yu Xia was not actually in deep sleep. The presence of the sea creature's spiritual network was too strong, and her body was too tired, so she could only be in a state where her mind was awake and her body was dormant.

Therefore, she could feel every single one of Farrell's movements, and with extreme clarity.

Farrell held her as she sat on his lap from the side, then on his arm, and finally back to his chest.

Before that, he first took off his blood-stained shirt and then used a wet towel to wipe his face and body.

Yu Xia thought to herself, "Could he go take a shower and put her down? If not, he could come and hug her after he's showered."

You really don't want to let go?
Yu Xia didn't understand, and she couldn't bring herself to ask.

After Farrell took off his shirt, Yu Xia leaned against his chest. Through the thick bear-patterned pajamas, she could vaguely feel the heat emanating from Farrell.

He's become alienated. Yu Xia thought to herself.

He and the other sea creatures spent three days cleaning up the alien species on the outskirts. Their bodies were just as polluted as the other sentinels, so it would be strange if they hadn't become alienated at all.

Farrell held her like that for a while, and she could feel his gaze; he kept looking down at her.

Seeing her peaceful sleeping face, Farrell took off her hat again.

He gently sniffed her hair, but upon seeing the blue color that displeased him, he frowned as he sniffed.

Yu Xia sensed his emotions in a strange way, and more profoundly than she had ever felt before.

Seeing his obvious dislike for her hair, yet also his absorbed way of sniffing it, Yu Xia recalled the alien that had impersonated him—it had clearly captured the essence of the imitation!

After sucking on her hair for a while, Farrell brushed it aside.

After a pause, he gently kissed her neck.

His lips were hot. Very hot.

Yu Xia felt his feather-light kiss. It was such a light touch, yet it felt excessively intense, like a piece of scalding iron pressing against her skin.

But his lips were soft, unlike his hard skin.

Yu Xia found it hard to describe her feelings at that moment; her mind was too clear, yet her body felt as heavy as iron.

Farrell's mental energy was connected to her, like tiny electric currents coursing through her body.

Her body seemed to become more sensitive because of this connection.

With each touch he made, she wanted to tremble, but her body was too sound asleep to make a sound.

So all she could feel was her consciousness trembling slightly.

Farrell kissed every inch of her neck, then moved to the back of her neck.

That piece of skin, to him and to all the sea creatures around her, exuded a deadly sweet scent.

It's like saving the best food for last to savor slowly.

Farrell's kiss landed on that small patch of skin radiating pheromones, brushing over it like a feather, a delicate peck.

Yu Xia tried to speak, but she remained asleep.

She could only quietly and keenly perceive this strange touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Farrell's gaze lingered for a moment on her tightly closed face, then he opened his mouth slightly with relief, aiming at the sweetest, most tender spot on her neck—

I took a small bite.

Please have mercy, just a kiss on the neck, please don't punish me π_π I'm out of ideas