Chapter 152

Ding! Ding-ding! Ding-ding-ding!

NXG Youth Training Camp!

At 10 a. m., the alarm on Li Weijun's bedside rang on time.

"Ah!"

Driven by instinct, Li Weijun raised his right hand to slap the electronic waste—costing him fifty yuan but waking him up every day—on the spot.

But as his hand reached the edge, the young man forcibly pulled it back.

With a full face of displeasure, even a hint of anger, he rolled out of bed.

To be honest, though born and raised here, Chen Sanlang rarely walked the streets of Jing County at night; now, strolling slowly, he felt something unusually profound.

Just stepping out from Bran Castle in Romania, the vampire legend, and one step forward—suddenly teleported to Germany?

Mu Yuling hurried away with her people; she must report her encounter with Rong Kaixuan upward, but how to respond was no longer in her hands—it depended on the ancestral elder's opinion.

The history of Natuna is fragmented and hard to piece together, but undeniably, until well into the twentieth century, the vast majority of Natuna's residents were ethnic Chinese; in another sense, it was like an orphan separated from its mother, lonely on the distant edge of the South China Sea.

Thus, the two walked through the desert town like friends; occasionally, passersby greeted Su Nian, suggesting her status here was not low.

However, Right Chancellor Meng Chunlai was not to be outdone—he sought out the Pao Ding clan and invited Yi Ya, the legendary descendant, to show his skill.

Although he had previously used the bio-enhancement agent in Japan, that agent required time to gradually recover.

Although he had already sensed the mutant numbers were gradually increasing, a faint premonition of trouble had formed, yet upon hearing Tire actually state the number, no one could remain entirely unafraid.

Over the past decade and more, General Yao Si had offended nearly every one of the Fifty-Four Army Corps commanders; now, these commanders dreaded seeing him most of all—fearing him like a tiger, avoiding him like a venomous snake; upon hearing Yao Si was coming, no matter how strong you were, you had to stay away, or else he'd sit down and immediately demand people from you.

"... Does this need proof?" a certain man retorted. His unmistakably male appearance—what was there to doubt?

I looked up, but he wasn't looking at me; against the light, his eyelashes slightly lowered, his expression indistinct.

The Golden Leaf violently trembled, trying to shatter the void and forcibly escape. But this opponent was terrifying—the Divine Cauldron possessed the ability to stabilize the void; no matter how it trembled, this space could not be broken.

Yet after hearing it, the master gave no sign; he didn't know whether the master cared about Miss Luo's past at all—he couldn't fathom his thoughts.

Chang Xiaohang knelt on the ground, first picked up three spirit papers, folded them in half, and slowly lit them with a fire starter.

My heart ached, and I lowered my eyelashes even more, biting hard on my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

The cost, the price, the exchange, the deal—none of it matters; they came to aid the Thunder Heaven Sect; perhaps they weren't solely for the Thunder Heaven Sect, but this act undeniably gave the Thunder Heaven Sect an opportunity.

But Lin Yu still remembered what En Hui had said—that no life-threatening danger would occur in this world; wasn't Mo Luo once injured and forcibly sent back by the principal?

Tang Ye hadn't expected this hateful, detestable fellow to have such kindness; his stiff face slightly relaxed.

Seeing Gu Han, the man across from him froze instantly; in his bewildered eyes, two silent streams of tears slipped down.

Though not as clear as a modern mirror, he could still see a large red mark on his left cheek.

Upon learning the other was Prince Lanling, Xiao Mo instantly relaxed and plopped down on the ground. Prince Lanling's character was decent enough; Xiao Mo wasn't worried he'd strike secretly. Moreover, Gao Changgong's strength was long exhausted—he was now merely a fading force; Xiao Mo naturally had no fear.