Prince and I in Desert Island

"Mhmm, Xiao Ya, you've been tired all day. Sweat has drenched your clothes. I know that your body and heart have reached a limit that has never been reached before. Thank you. On behalf of the Miller Corps, I thank you," Wang Yao said seriously.    

    

"Leader Yao Yao, with these words of yours, all of Xiao Ya's hard work and effort is worth it!" Xiao Ya was moved to tears. She felt that obtaining Wang Yao's recognition was a great honor.    

    

"Rest early and hope for good news when you wake up." Wang Yao said with a smile.    

    

"Mm, yes, leader Yao Yao, good night!" After bidding farewell to Wang Yao, Xiao Ya returned to her bedroom.    

    

That night, Wang Yao tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Similarly, the followers and disciples of Death God Satan in the forbidden area were also awake.    

    

After separating the woman with the cultivation pill from Xiao Ya, who disguised herself as Dalong, they headed straight for Training Room 1.    

    

"Death God, your Soul Gathering Pellet is here," the woman said softly as she knocked on the door.    

    

"How many have been delivered this time? "What level is it?" A wild voice like that of a magical beast came from the room.    

    

"The god of death sent a total of thirty-six. They were all refined from the flesh and blood of thirty-six primary level devil warriors." The woman said with a smile.    

    

"Well done. It's just that we've lost thirty-six of our men. I wonder if the falcon will notice us …" Death was worried.    

    

"Master God of Death, if you take all thirty-six Magic Reaper Pills, do you still have to worry about the Eagle King, that cowardly turtle?" The woman had a complacent expression on her face.    

    

"You're right, hurry up and send them in," Death God Satan said.    

    

The woman gently pushed open the door and entered. She placed the plate on Death's Satan's small table and retreated.    

    

"Have everyone come here and stand guard. There mustn't be any mistakes tonight. I won't allow anyone to enter!" Death God Satan ordered through the door.    

    

"Yes, Death," the woman replied. Soon, more than eighty people gathered outside of Satan's training field.    

    

"Death God, the gathering is complete. What instructions do you have for us?" The woman asked respectfully.    

    

"Guard this door well. If I don't come out, no one is allowed to come in. Whoever dares to trespass will be killed," the God of Death said domineeringly.    

    

"It's the god of death!" Everyone said in unison.    

    

Satan grabbed a handful of Soul Gathering Pellets and stuffed them into his mouth. He too was afraid of losing thirty-six people in the forbidden area.    

    

Death took another handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and in an instant, the 36 dark pills were all swallowed by Satan.    

    

He felt a burning sensation in his stomach, but he didn't care too much about it. Previously, he would only take tearman grade Soul Gathering Pellets, but now that he had eaten 36 of them, it was normal for him to have some reactions.    

    

But after a while, Death felt that his stomach was hurting more and more. He had a feeling that something was wrong, so he quickly built a shield around his stomach to cover all the pills.    

    

He opened his mouth wide, and a lot of black pills were taken out of his mouth by a white balloon.    

    

"What's going on here? Are you personally supervising the Energy Accumulation Pills this time? " the grim reaper asked, clutching his stomach with a pained expression.    

    

"Yes, Death, I was there when the energy was gathered," Cyril answered as he opened the door and entered the first training field.