God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 346 - 100. About the Kiss of Ownership_2

Chapter 346: 100. About the Kiss of Ownership_2

But it was staring at An Le’s eyes, eerily silent,

"..."

Of course, she would ultimately be told about these things anyway...

Little Thumb was just considering whether now was the right time to tell her.

According to Little Thumb, the optimal solution was to let the Host develop over a period of time before informing her about the existence of other modifiers.

By then, the Host would most probably have used the modifier to fulfill many wishes and gradually started to sink into the quagmire of desire, unable to extricate herself.

Thus, in order to continue benefiting from the convenience previously provided by the modifier and to further satisfy their own desires, they would repel other modifier owners.

But now, this foolish child An Le messed up every time she used it, without tasting any sweetness, it would be strange if she felt any attachment.

Forget that; she herself was exceedingly cowardly, probably defeated in just 15 hits if a fight broke out.

Moreover, when it comes to battles, one of her only two friends, Spencer, was the opponent. She might as well surrender.

No, the timing wasn’t right; it had to be kept a secret!

"Cough, cough, you’re overthinking it... The previous time I saw Ye Shiyu, I just thought her gaze was a bit fierce, don’t you think so?"

An Le thought about the way Ye Shiyu had looked at her back then; it didn’t seem like she was looking at an enemy...

Of course, it didn’t seem like she was looking at a person either.

"As for Spencer, you’ve said it yourself, people have different constitutions. Maybe she’s just more resistant to poison? I just have more confidence in my abilities, I don’t believe anyone in this world is immune to my powers!"

That’s the reality, even the most powerful modifier, the "Big Thumb", have to be penetrated by its characteristics.

"So it is..."

An Le looked at Little Thumb’s head proudly perked up, seemingly convinced by its statements.

Her facial expression then cleared after a shower, bringing a smile.

Out of the corner of her eye, however, she suddenly caught sight of something on the photo album and muttered in reality,

"Yan Huan actually really left this phone number..."

Little Thumb curiously looked at the telephone book, the digits following Yan Huan’s name.

The prefix is the international code for Lin Gate, followed by "07010624."

Little Thumb puzzled, asked,

"What’s this?"

An Le turned her head and said softly,

"When I was a kid, Yan Huan told me that he would leave the orphanage sooner or later. I was a bit worried at the time, not knowing where to find him if he left the orphanage...

"So, I told him if he left the orphanage and couldn’t even leave a family phone number at school, what should we do."

As she spoke, An Le’s eyes drooped,

"He said, anyway, if something happened to him, there would be no one else to take care of him, leaving a family phone number would be useless...

"At that moment, just leave a fake number. He took both our birthdays and made one up."

Little Thumb opened its mouth slightly, glanced at An Le with slightly reddened eyes, and then glanced at the number above.

Silent for a long time, it finally seemed unable to hold back its curiosity and asked,

"...How would an orphan know his own birthday?"

An Le’s face slightly shocked, as if she was about to cry,

"He...he was born in Lin Gate, he used to have a mother and father! There are records in the archives!! What are you talking about, Little Thumb?!"

"Cough, cough..."

In the room, Yan Huan, who was restraining Spencer, didn’t hear the lengthy explanation An Le had with Little Thumb inside her mind but only heard her mention the number he had left in the notebook.

Thus, at this moment, behind the curtain, Yan Huan also couldn’t help but recall many past incidents with An Le.

Thus, at this moment, outside the curtain, An Le, looking down at that phone book, similarly fell into memories of the past.

It was at this time of mutual fond reminiscence that Spencer, who had been tightly restrained by Yan Huan, suddenly had her hair become several shades brighter.

Confused, she tilted her head up, as if the toxins had been partially cleared out by her excellent constitution after the previous blur.

Like dreaming, still not entirely lucid, but she finally recognized the person in front of her.

It was that detestable President, Yan Huan.

"..."

Spencer blankly blinked, watching him restraining her, her gaze towards the outside became somewhat complex.

Outside, is there anyone there?

Spencer didn’t know, but felt that his focused gaze, as if solely directed at someone, was so dazzling that it made people want to seize and tarnish...

She glanced at the joints tightly held by Yan Huan, her brain unthinkingly exerted force.

"Buzz!"

A force like that of Taurus exploded instantaneously, making Yan Huan, who was still reminiscing and looking outside, abruptly change his facial expression and turn to look at her.

Spencer?!

When did she come?!

No...

When did she wake up?!

Spencer watched as the focus and seriousness Yan Huan showed towards someone else was disrupted by her, turning into astonishment and confusion.

Just seeing this scene excited her.

Memory is a river, Yan Huan’s memories and those of someone outside, illuminating each other, reflecting the wonderful scenes of the past.

Spencer stood annoyingly by the river, picked up a large rock, and "bang" smashed that harmonious, sympathetic interaction into pieces.

Thus, in the "Yan Huan" river, there were no memories of anyone else, only ripples reflecting Spencer’s annoying smile...

"..."

Spencer’s originally stupid expression gradually took on the familiar sinister smile, even if her gaze was still blurry.

She grabbed Yan Huan’s hand in one swift move, dominated by turning over and sitting on his abdomen.