Chapter 152

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

NXG Youth Training Camp!

At 10 a.m., Li Weijun’s alarm clock went off precisely on his bedside table.

“Ah!”

Driven by instinct, Li Weijun raised his right hand to slap the electronic junk—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 face full of displeasure, even a touch of anger, he rolled out of bed.

To be honest, though born and raised there, 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 within her control—it depended on the family’s 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, alone on the distant edge of the South China Sea.

Thus, the two walked through the desert town like friends; occasionally, passersby greeted Nini’an, 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 the legendary descendant of Yi Ya to show his skill.

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

Though he had already sensed the mutant numbers were gradually increasing, a faint premonition of dread had formed, yet hearing Tire state the actual number, no one could remain utterly unafraid.

Over the past decade and more, General Yao Si had offended nearly every one of the Fifty-Four 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 trembled violently, trying to shatter the void and flee by force. But this opponent was terrifying—the Divine Cauldron possessed the ability to stabilize the void; no matter how hard it shook, the void could not be broken.

Yet after hearing it, the master gave no indication; he couldn’t tell whether the master cared about Luo’s past at all—he simply couldn’t fathom his thoughts.

Chang Xiaohang knelt on the ground, picked up three paper money offerings, folded them in half, and slowly lit them with a fire starter.

My heart ached, and I lowered my eyelashes further, biting hard on my lower lip to keep from crying.

The cost, the price, the exchange, the deal—it’s all there; 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 En Hui’s words—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, despicable fellow to have such kindness; his stiff expression softened slightly.

Seeing Gu Han, the man across from him froze instantly; in his confused 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 man 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 merely a last gasp now, so Xiao Mo had no reason to fear.