Na'er: "Beauty is a Disaster" Huo Yuhao

As night fell, a bright moon hung in the night sky, its cool light bathing the earth.

On the highway, a silver-gray Soul Guidance Car was driving smoothly forward, its headlights casting two bright beams of light that cut through the darkness ahead.

Sima Jinchi sat in the driver's seat, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

He glanced at Na'er sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. She was leaning against the window, her long, silvery-white hair shimmering softly in the moonlight streaming in from outside.

She stared blankly at the night sky rushing past the window, lost in thought.

However, Sima Jinchi noticed that the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an undisguised joy, as if he had thought of something good to look forward to.

Na'er was thinking at that moment was indeed a good thing.

She was thinking about how she should "taunt" Gu Yue when she saw her again.

Both were half-bodies of the Silver Dragon King, sharing the same origin. However, because Gu Yue received more of the original essence when the souls were divided, Gu Yue always took the lead in their relationship.

Although Na'er didn't say it, she was still somewhat resentful. Why should she listen to Gu Yue?

But now the situation is different. She has successfully fused with the bloodline power of the Golden Dragon King, and her cultivation has now surpassed his, breaking through to the Soul Saint realm first.

Now that she has found the Dragon Clan Law Saber Sima Jinchi, and that Titled Douluo who transformed the Dragon Slayer Saber has already recognized her as his master, she is even more determined to "show off" when she sees Gu Yue.

However, her smile didn't last long. Her gaze shifted from the window to her reflection in the car window.

The smile on her lips slowly faded, and a hint of seriousness rose in the depths of her silver eyes. She remembered the message Di Tian had sent her earlier.

The Huo Yuhao that Gu Yue had her eye on was actually the Spirit Ice Douluo from ten thousand years ago.

Di Tian's tone was firm and solemn, not like he was talking about an unverified guess.

Na'er understood Di Tian; the fact that he could send a message in such a tone meant that he was at least 70-80% certain.

This news was so shocking that Na'er considered it several times, but still found it hard to fully believe.

But she also knew that Di Tian was not the kind of person who would speak carelessly on important matters.

Na'er shared the same judgment as Di Tian regarding how to deal with Huo Yuhao.

She always felt that Gu Yue was investing too much unnecessary energy in matters of the heart, and was almost losing sight of what was important.

The grand plan for the revival of Soul Beast is the fundamental reason for their existence. In Na'er's eyes, Huo Yuhao is the "femme fatale" who is gradually drawing Gu Yue's attention away from her original path.

Since he has become a threat to their plans, he must be eliminated.

Na'er's gaze darkened, and she tapped her knee lightly with her fingertips, without saying a word.

She simply turned her gaze back to the window, looking at the distant mountains swallowed by the night, silently pondering something.

After the Shrek Academy was destroyed, Na'er was taken away by the Tang Sect along with Tang Wulin and his group.

Although she herself was not a member of the Tang Sect, given the long-standing and deep-rooted relationship between the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy, it was only natural for her to take in and care for the survivors of Shrek.

Now that she has returned to Heaven Dou City, the first thing she did was go to the Tang Sect.

It was already late when she arrived, and she only had a brief meeting with Tang Wulin and the others in the Tang Sect's reception room before going to rest.

The next morning, after breakfast, Xu Xiaoyan led Na'er through several corridors of the Tang Sect and finally stopped in front of a plain-colored door.

Xu Xiaoyan gestured "please" and left without saying anything more.

Na'er stood at the door for a moment, then pushed the door open and went inside.

The room was small and simply furnished.

The overall color scheme is warm, and on the windowsill sits a potted green plant whose name she doesn't know, its leaves gleaming with a rich luster in the morning light.

A small bed was placed at the back, while a recliner was placed near the window.

A figure lay on it, facing the window, his gaze fixed on some distant patch of sky.

The man was dressed in plain white clothes, and his once round face now showed obvious signs of thinning.

Her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears. She seemed to have been deprived of something important, so quiet that she almost blended into the morning light.

Na'er stood at the door, watching that figure from behind, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Teacher's wife, I'm back."

The one whom Na'er calls "Master's Wife" is naturally Ya Li, the Holy Spirit Douluo who survived that disaster.

In the past, when I saw Ya Li, she was either gentle and smiling or lively and agile. Even in the most dangerous moments, she could still maintain a sense of composure and calmness.

But at this moment, she seemed to be shrouded in an invisible aura of twilight, like an old object forgotten in a corner, even her breathing seemed light and airy.

The Limit Douluo didn't even notice someone entering the room immediately.

It wasn't until Na'er's words reached her ears that she seemed to be pulled back from her reverie, slowly turning her head to look at the figure at the door.

Then, a faint light finally appeared in those somewhat empty eyes, and the corners of her lips moved slightly. "Na'er... is back."

The moment Na'er saw her face clearly, her heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by something.

Ya Li's once vibrant dark green hair has now turned silvery white.

A wave of sorrow washed over Na'er. Without thinking twice, she walked a few steps to Ya Li's side, half-squatted down, and then couldn't help but throw herself into Ya Li's arms.

Her forehead rested on Ya Li's shoulder, her eyes stinging. She bit her lip to keep herself from losing control, but her silver eyes were already tinged with obvious redness.

During her time at the Shrek Academy, every moment she spent with Yun Ming and Ya Li was genuine and heartwarming.

Back then, she thought human emotions were nothing more than fleeting bubbles, but now she understands that once something takes root, it cannot be easily erased.

In that instant, she seemed to understand Gu Yue a little; not all humans were so hateful.

She looked up at Ya Li, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs. "Teacher's wife, your hair... what happened?"

Ya Li looked down at Na'er's reddened eyes, forcing a smile.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Na'er's hair. "Now your hair looks a lot like yours, I think it looks great."

Na'er opened her mouth, but found that her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again, her voice lower. "Teacher's wife... what are your plans for the future?"

Ya Li shook her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the distant sky outside the window, and remained silent for a long time.

Then she spoke softly, "If it weren't for you, I might have followed your teacher in death."

She withdrew her gaze and landed on Na'er's face, a faint warmth finally returning to her eyes. "Now I just want to watch you grow up, and that's also Ming-ge's wish."