This endless world

"...Your expression is so strange."

This was the first thing Zheng Zha said to Yang Yun after he returned to the main god space from the cursed plane.

No matter how much time passes in the world of reincarnation, the time that passes in the main god space is only one second. Therefore, when Yang Yun, who was still immersed in Liuli's farewell words at the last moment, reappeared in the main god space, everyone from the Central Continent team who had returned from the Harry Potter world also appeared at the same moment.

Then, Zheng Zha, who seemed to have caught some changes in the air, frowned slightly, then twitched his nose, and his eyes naturally turned to Yang Yun's position. When he noticed the confused and dazed expression on Yang Yun's face, Zheng Zha paused. He reached out and touched his chin, his eyes showing deep thoughts.

After a moment, a flash of enlightenment flashed in Zheng Zha's eyes, and he seemed to have made some judgment on Yang Yun's changes. He nodded, with an unquestionable certainty in his tone, "Well, it's different."

"...What's the difference?"

He coughed lightly to cover up his inner fluctuations at the moment; perfectly utilizing the ability of the fourth-level gene lock, Yang Yun accurately controlled his facial muscles to fix them into the most ordinary expression.

After getting away from those disturbing thoughts in a very short period of time, facing Zheng Zha, Yang Yun responded in a calm tone: "It's just seven days, there won't be any difference at all... "

"Look, it's really different."

He was interrupted before he finished speaking, and there was no hesitation in Zheng Zha's voice. It was as if Yang Yun's hard work of disguise had accidentally turned out to be counter-evidence, which instead strengthened Zheng Zha's inner intuition: "In the past, you wouldn't have responded with such a rhetorical question that was meant to be obvious."

——What a terrible intuition... Is this the sharp intuition of the experienced little nightclub prince?

——Or, is my disguise really so bad that I can’t even deceive Zheng Zha?

"Each other."

Realize that continuing like this is not the answer, and the best defense is offense. Yang Yun immediately turned his teasing eyes to Zheng Zha, and Zhan Lan, who hugged Zheng Zha's shoulders after his resurrection and openly announced his existence, retorted and diverted the trouble: "I didn't know the progress between you two was so fast. "

——The effect is outstanding.

This time, the situation was reversed, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across Zheng Zha's face. He subconsciously moved his body slightly, trying to break away from her tight embrace. But Zhan Lan didn't seem to realize Zheng Zha's predicament, and instead clung to her tightly, causing Zheng Zha's arms to sink deeper into her plump chest.

Zheng Zha also coughed slightly, trying to hide his discomfort, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "It's a long story—"

"——You can make a long story short." Yang Yun, treating others in their own way: "We have enough time."

"This is not the place to talk."

Just when Yang Yun and Zheng Zha were staring at each other, about to hurt each other, Chu Xuan's calm voice broke the tense atmosphere. The wise man of the Central Continent team pushed up his glasses and ignored the current atmosphere: "The time now should be to have a long-lost gathering, to welcome the resurrected teammates, and..."

Chu Xuan's eyes moved away from Zhan Lan next to Zheng Zha, passed over Ming Yanwei next to Zhang Heng, and finally looked at Ming Yanwei, who was carrying the Fuxi Sword. She was dressed like a sword fairy, but she still couldn't hide the aura on her body. A young man with two breaths.

The second force of the Tianshen team... Now, Luo Yinglong, who has successfully smuggled into the Zhongzhou team.

"The new partners who have joined the Central Continent team."

…

——Team gathering.

The most indispensable thing for the main god is cheap natural materials and earthly treasures, and the style of the people in the Celestial Dynasty is to talk about things at the wine table.

After a vigorous battle with the Ancient Heavenly Court, the members of the Central Continent Team all received extremely generous reward points, which was enough for them to relax and enjoy themselves.

With the careful selection of Luo Yinglong, who came from a prominent family and was familiar with the wine table culture of cultivators, coupled with Cheng Xiao's extraordinary communicative skills and ability to enliven the atmosphere, the atmosphere at the banquet quickly became warm and harmonious.

Men, what's wrong with you? In less than half an hour, several men were mingling and blowing on the bottle of a bottle of precious wine called "Thousand Days Drunk".

"Let me tell you, Luo Yinglong, although I have already said it once... you are really right to join the Zhongzhou team!" Zheng Zha took a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth, while saying vaguely: "What? The Gods team and the Devil team are all defeated by us, they are a bunch of chickens and dogs!”

"Okay! Team Zhongzhou, awesome!"

Luo Yinglong was also a wonderful man. He also lifted his robe and stepped on the stool with one foot. : "The ancients said that when the clouds are high and the birds are perched on the trees, the virtuous ministers choose their masters and assist them. It is the ancient common sense to turn against the dark and the bright... The most correct thing I, Luo Yinglong, did in my life was to join the Zhongzhou team! "

As he said this, he didn't know whether he was drunk or something else. After Luo Yinglong drank all the wine in his hand, he laughed and turned to Yang Yun, making a gesture of worship: "If you don't abandon me, Yinglong is willing to worship you as a righteous man." father……"

"Get away! Can you say such unlucky words?" Yang Yun also held a wine bottle and laughed and cursed: "You want to worship me, but I won't accept it. Give me ten bottles first." …”

Not to mention the hustle and bustle on one side of the wine table, it was also accompanied by the sound of Zheng Zha and Cheng Xiao banging the table and laughing wildly. In the corner of the banquet, the assassin girl of the Central Continent team looked particularly different. She found herself alone, chewing on a bright red apple one by one. She was incompatible with the lively banquet, as if she was the strongest wise man immersed in her own world.

"I need an explanation."

There was a chill in Zhao Yingkong's words. Her voice was deeper than usual, as if coming from the Arctic ice sheet. It was so cold that people could not help but shiver: "About what you said before leaving. words, and what Yang Yun experienced during his return.”

"Go with the flow." Chu Xuan's voice was unclear, and was perfectly overshadowed by the sound of him chewing apples: "That's all."

"...You said you don't understand feelings." Zhao Yingkong's eyes flashed.

"I really don't understand, but I understand people's hearts and human nature."

Chu Xuan still didn't look at Zhao Yingkong. He just swallowed the apple in one gulp, including the core: "Yang Yun needs to vent, and I created such an opportunity for him."

He might be hinting at something, or he might not be, but one thing was certain. That is the ripples that spread when a stone is thrown into the water, and it does not stop easily.

Someone has stepped onto the ladder of adulthood, someone has mustered up the courage to take the last step after being reborn, someone has chosen to face his or her feelings...

And a certain assassin lady who obviously has the advantage of being the first to get the most out of everything is about to start her own action tonight. (End of chapter)