Chapter 123: The Lost Naza

Exhaling a soft, weary breath, Ye Hao felt the Main God’s restoration process wash over him like a soak in a hot spring. He decided to wait a moment before pondering his exchange options.

Seeing Old Madam Wang so hesitant, Ye Fan chuckled before turning his gaze toward the rest of the Wang family. In his past life, they had vented all their malice upon him, torturing him in every way imaginable.

Chu Yun was quite surprised that this boy, who appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen, had managed to pass the first trial. It seemed the lad had some resources behind him.

"It looks like we have no choice but to go out and meet them head-on. What is that thing doing now?" Luke intended to coordinate their tactics via the telepathic link.

Duan Lang’s soul had just returned to his body. As he regained consciousness, his face turned deathly pale. He stared for a long time at the remains of Wang Yan, who lay entangled with another man.

Yin Tingxue shuddered as the force behind her unexpectedly increased, bringing a double dose of numbness that caught her completely off guard.

I only managed to find his company email address, so I racked my brain to compose a glowing letter of gratitude and sent it off.

Because they both came from backgrounds that left them ostracized, they had naturally become good friends.

The key was that this ability did not require the same level of improvement as the Wind-Refining technique; as long as he had enough quantity, he could simply fuse them directly.

There had been no word of the Gulf of Aden wormhole within the country. Even Chu Xiang was unaware, and it was even less likely for others to know. Since the Gaia consciousness derived from all living beings, and the people in the country were completely ignorant of the matter, there was naturally no feedback from the Gaia consciousness.

Zhou Huai’an sat up. He couldn't help but wonder if spending most of the day in that gloomy, old house, only to be knocked unconscious in the dark, was what had triggered this absolute nightmare.

Most people might not know what was happening, but the leader of the Minjiang Association was very clear. The origin of this incident was definitely not that his association was harboring demons—they were not. Rather, the Qingcheng Grotto-Heaven had begun to expand its sphere of influence, and since the Minjiang Association happened to be nearby, they were the closest and largest faction in the area.

She, of course, knew that her young master was actually quite conflicted about whether or not to rescue Xu Chang.

"If you want to challenge me, we can settle it in the tournament. Why go to such trouble?" Mo Yu spoke indifferently, his expression calm and his bearing composed.

Ling Yexi did not hesitate, quickly pulling Gu Lingnan’s hand away, his eyes locked in a fierce glare with hers.

He truly felt a sense of honor and pride in doing so, but he had absolutely no ulterior motive; he simply wanted to help him.

Qi Er was also secretly hoping that his efforts had finally achieved their goal. From the beginning, he had wanted more than just to leave an impression on Jiang Wei; he wanted that key—the key he sensed Jiang Wei possessed, which led to another world unreachable by ordinary people.

Because they acted so arrogantly, they didn't care at all about being seen by ordinary people. Since they were not in the wilderness, many Jin-Di employees and bystanders had gathered around.

Ever since he used the Perfect Limit Breakthrough yesterday, his physical fitness had seen a leap in quality, and he had not yet had a proper chance to gauge the extent of his newfound abilities.

Luo Pingwei’s expression changed. Suddenly, he fell to his knees and bowed his head, saying, "Your subject, Luo Pingwei, kneels to receive the Imperial Decree!" Seeing this, Shen Tianhao hurriedly knelt to the ground as well.

Everyone understood what the reporter meant: your Huaxia Media is just creating a gimmick to manufacture a new star. And why use such methods? Because this new star lacks real talent, unlike those big-name action stars with genuine skills—he is nothing more than a showpiece.

From the perspective of a guardian family, he did not want Emperor Zhao Kuo to die like this. But from the perspective of a father, he could not bear to watch his son be blasted into fragments by a magic cannon right before his eyes.

Li Siqin was astonished after hearing this, and she kept comforting her, urging her to let go. Ye Xueying knew this was the best choice; how could she not want to let go? But was love something one could just abandon at will?

Lady Bai’s intent was almost identical to Mo Qingyan’s—they both simply wanted to meet with Song Duanwu. The only difference was that Mo Qingyan’s tone carried the casual ease of a friend, while Lady Bai’s was that of an elder speaking in a slightly more professional manner.

Xie Junhe was about to bow his head and apologize, but seeing the vibrant spirit in his face, he realized he wasn't truly angry. With a roguish laugh, he said, "Then I won't bother with an apology." He was met with a heavy punch to the shoulder, which genuinely hurt.

Suddenly, the sound of a lighter clicked, a beam of fire flashed, and the red candles on the candelabra brightened, illuminating a handsome face.

Although she had felt a bit depressed that Xia Xueqing forgot her birthday that morning, her spirits had recovered. After finishing the cake, they began to chat happily. Time slipped by unnoticed, and as dusk approached, Xia Haitong thought it was time to return.

Xie Junhe and Chu Xuehai sat in silence within the rock crevice, staring at each other. Who had entrusted Shen Yanfei with this task? Why would he help them? Could Chu Tao really command someone who had been a traitor for ten years? That was impossible.

Ye Xueying thought that perhaps it was because her eldest brother had helped her second brother hide the employment contract signed with Xia Haitong, and their mother wanted to terminate the contract, which was why she was asked to help.

Then, with a slight movement, he crossed over ten miles in an instant, appearing outside the Louvre.

These spies, long residing in "foreign lands," had adopted the habits and behaviors of the locals entirely. Some of them would not sacrifice their lives for their home country, but for the sake of their families and relatives still living back home, they were willing to pass on information within their capabilities.

If these two social phenomena could be combined, it would surely be a sight to behold.