"Number Four!"
The demoness let out an enraged roar.
The demoness finally remembered one of Number Four's little hobbies from a long, long time ago: recording footage.
What drove the demoness even crazier was that she had cooperated quite willingly with Number Four's recordings, and there were even many private recordings.
Now that Wang Xian had gone through Number Four's database, didn't that mean Wang Xian had seen those recordings too?
"Master, I was wrong!"
Number Four appeared and looked pitifully at the demoness.
The demoness gritted her teeth, but her fury was not directed at Number Four. It was directed at Wang Xian.
If Wang Xian had not accessed Number Four's database, none of this would have happened.
"Wang Xian!"
The demoness shouted furiously and pounced on Wang Xian again.
Three hours later, Wang Xian lay on the floor of the small spacecraft, utterly drained of the will to live.
Three hours!
A full three hours!
The demoness had fed on his blood for a full three hours.
What left Wang Xian even more helpless was that, perhaps as revenge, she had also drained most of his essence blood this time.
As a result, Wang Xian was weak to the extreme, his handsome face pale as paper.
"You'd better delete that part of your memories!"
The demoness glared hatefully at Wang Xian.
If she did not still need Wang Xian to create an even larger world where cultivation was possible, she would not have merely drained his ordinary blood and essence blood this time. She would have sucked dry even his origin and Soul Blood!
Wang Xian could not be bothered to respond to the demoness... no, it was more that he simply could not respond to her at all.
He had lost too much essence blood, and it