Three Years of Lying Low Wasn't Nearly Enough-Running Away with His Girlfriend and the Phoenix

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

Aaron kept sneezing, only stopping after several seconds.

"Are you okay?" Jean patted his back helplessly. "This cold came on way too suddenly!"

Aaron took a while to recover, then waved his hand in confusion. "It's not a cold. It's an overwhelming sense of malice. No, not just one kind—many kinds."

Just then, he had suddenly felt as if he had encountered a pack of wolves on the grasslands.

Those wolves were each staring at a different part of his body, seemingly having already decided how to divide him up after tearing him apart.

Aaron could never have imagined that, at this very moment, someone was coveting his blood, someone else his soul, and someone even more shameless was coveting his body.

Otherwise, he would have had to sleep with one eye open at night. Even Tang Sanzang had never had it this bad.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Jean worriedly touched his forehead. "Your temperature is perfectly normal!"

"Don't mind him." Hela laughed maliciously. "My cousin's delusions can sometimes be worse than mine."

"You..." Aaron was just about to snap back when he noticed something off about Hela's expression. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No. It's just that the ring on your hand has been flashing nonstop. The frequency was especially fast, but you didn't notice."

"It's true, Master." Abei nodded solemnly and chanted in Dragon Language, "Every emerald is sounding an alarm, as if something terrifying is about to happen."

Hearing that, Aaron looked at the ring Horn had left him, and his heart suddenly sank like a stone.

This should not have been a warning that Apocalypse had broken free. Although the ancestor of Mutants was powerful, he should not have been enough to cause such a massive reaction from the