Food delivery services are available in every world, and the big shots are going crazy for me.

Chapter 408 One-armed
Seeing Mo Qianxun's little gesture, Ling Feng pursed his lips slightly, but his gaze toward Erlang Shen remained ardent.

Sure enough, no one can resist his charm.

Erlang Shen took a slight step back under the intense gaze of the young man: Why is the way this young man is looking at me so strangely?

"What are you all doing gathered here?" Zhao Jianguo's voice came from behind.

"General Zhao, professors, Nezha, the Third Prince, Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and Yang Jian, the God of Justice, have all returned." A researcher excitedly looked at Zhao Jianguo and the group of senior professors around him.

"Really? Quick, make way, let me see!" An old professor hurriedly squeezed through the crowd.

To avoid hurting the old professor, everyone tacitly made way for him.

The professors made it to the innermost part of the building without incident and were immediately thrilled to see the lively Nezha and Sun Wukong, as well as the dignified and polite Erlang Shen.

"Oh my, it really is the Third Prince, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and the God of Justice!" An old professor of mythology ran over, circled the three of them, and laughed so hard his eyes disappeared.

"Professor Xu, please slow down." One of Professor Xu's students, holding the IV bag, felt he couldn't keep up with his professor's pace.

"What is this? Why is it connected to this old man?" Sun Wukong asked curiously, looking at the IV bag in his disciple's hand.

"This is an IV bag. It contains medicine. Professor Xu hasn't been feeling well lately and needs IV drips every day. When he heard you were back today, he insisted on coming to see you. To appease him, we had no other choice." The man was also quite helpless.

But what can you do when your professor is like a stubborn old child, as headstrong as a mule, once he's made up his mind, no amount of persuasion can change it.

“This old man…” Nezha glanced at the professor with some helplessness, then reached out a hand and touched Professor Xu’s forehead.

In an instant, Professor Xu felt his whole body filled with power, and now he could fight for three days and three nights without any problem.

Professor Xu was so excited that he immediately pulled out the needle from his hand.

Student Σ(дlll): "Professor, what are you doing?" The student's voice was cracking.

"Why are you making such a fuss? I feel full of energy right now, like I'm back to being a young man in my twenties. I'm perfectly healthy, why wouldn't I pull it out!" Professor Xu rolled his eyes at his student. He didn't need that thing now.

IV bag: ...You're so high and mighty, so great. If you're so capable, then never need to use me again.

Soon, Mo Qianxun had to part ways with Nezha and the others because of a new order.

"Go ahead and rest assured, we'll take care of things here for you!" Sun Wukong scratched his head and said with a grin.

"Then thank you very much, Great Sage."

After Mo Qianxun and the others left, Zhao Jianguo invited Nezha and the other two to a large conference room for a unique meeting with those important figures.

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This order was from the magical world; Johnson purchased a large amount of food, though it's unclear what it was intended for.

But when they appeared in the Enchanted Forest and saw Johnson, Mo Qianxun admitted that her jaw almost dropped.

"You are...Johnson?" Mo Qianxun looked at the one-armed, disheveled man in front of her, somewhat incredulous.

"It's me!" Johnson glanced down at his arms and his appearance, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. "How did you get yourself into this state?" Mo Qianxun and the others anxiously surrounded him.

What happened? Why is Johnson so badly injured? His arm…

"I encountered an injured seraph in a forest, and I... went up to ask him if he needed help, but who would have thought that he would tear off my arm." Johnson didn't understand what had happened either; his faith had actually torn off his hand.

"You... you didn't encounter Tarossis, did you?" Mo Qianxun thought that the only seraphim who would agree with this was probably Tarossis.

"Hmm... I think he mentioned his name was something like Si, but not his full name..." Johnson smacked his head. How could he not remember his name? That shouldn't be the case.

Chen Min walked over and placed a hand on Johnson's head, but her hand was flung away the next second.

"Chihiro, it's a restriction."

Tarossis placed a restriction on Johnson's mind, causing him to forget some of his memories.

“I’ll give it a try!” Mo Qianxun stepped forward and looked up at Johnson: “It might hurt a little in a while, you have to bear with it.”

Johnson nodded: "I can tolerate it, and I also want to know why that Seraphim did this to me."

Mo Qianxun nodded, placed a hand on his forehead, closed her eyes, and guided the spiritual energy slowly into his body, finding the imprisoned memory and constantly challenging the restriction.

Johnson's face began to twitch, and it was clear that he was in real pain.

Mo Qianxun's expression wasn't very good either. Tarosis's abilities seemed to have become much stronger, and the restriction was actually so sturdy.

Mo Qianxun opened her eyes and looked at the three people beside her: "Sister Minmin, Brother Lu, Brother Feng, please help stabilize his soul. I'm about to start exerting my power."

"They're here!" The three of them worked together to stabilize Johnson's soul and help Mo Qianxun break the restriction.

Tarosis, who was drinking dew, suddenly clutched his chest with one hand: "Damn it, someone is trying to break the seal I placed on him."

Tarossis, of course, would not sit idly by and wait for her fate; she used her own power to find her way through the barrier.

Mo Qianxun broke through the entire restriction in one go.

Johnson cried out in pain, then knelt down on the ground, his face filled with shock.

"What did you see?" Mo Qianxun asked curiously, looking at the shocked Johnson.

You must have seen something incredibly shocking to make that face.

"I... I saw a seraph absorbing a mage's magical power, turning the mage into a dried-up corpse. I tried to stop him, but... I was too weak to stop him at all, and he even tore off one of my hands."

Johnson touched his right shoulder with his left hand.

"This is outrageous! I never expected this person to take this kind of path to improve their cultivation." This is completely the path of a heretical cultivator.

This person has completely lost his humanity; it seems we need to deal with him as soon as possible.

"And that angel is indeed named Tarosis, you... know him?"