Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

"Zhaozhao, calm down."

Gu Chen walked behind her and pressed down on her shoulder.

After loosening her grip slightly, Shen Jiaojiao felt that she could breathe normally again and quickly pried Wu Zhao's hands off.

She quickly took a few steps back, and a faint handprint was visible on her neck.

Wu Zhao chuckled softly as he looked at Shen Jiaojiao's seemingly triumphant smile.

"The present world is full of trouble—"

If it were three thousand years ago, she would have crushed Shen Jiaojiao's neck directly.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and lightning flickered in and out of the clouds.

It seemed to be a warning about something.

Gu Chen felt his subordinate's shoulder stiffen for a moment before quickly returning to normal.

His gaze swept across the window, and something seemed to flash in his eyes.

The thunder gradually faded away, leaving only a faint, muffled, and short rumble.

It seemed to be expressing something.

Unfortunately, Wu Zhao quickly composed himself and looked at Shen Jiaojiao.

"You think you can touch Grandma's things?" Her gaze gradually turned cold and sharp. "So, it seems the sudden investment from your Shen family is also from something Grandma left behind?"

Shen Jiaojiao touched her neck and forced a fake smile: "Sister, now that you know, you should also understand that this money has already been invested in this program. If there are problems with the program, then—"

"Grandma's money has probably all gone up in flames."

Her expression turned somewhat gloating: "Sorry, sister, it seems you'll have to do your best to support the show this time, for the sake of the Shen family and for me."

After saying that, she glanced at Xie Buji, who looked somewhat lost and dejected.

Seeing that he wasn't even looking at her, Shen Jiaojiao frowned in annoyance.

"I'm waiting for my sister to make this show a hit and earn a fortune!"

—For my Shen family!

Shen Jiaojiao wore a provocative smile, as if she had already grasped Wu Zhao's lifeline.

Wu Zhao clenched his fist.

She didn't know exactly how much stuff her grandmother left behind, if, as Shen Jiaojiao said, the Shen family used the money to invest in a program.

Did Grandma have anything else left?

"Zhaozhao," Gu Chen whispered in her ear, lowering his head, "there are many things your grandmother left behind—"

He had already investigated everything; it was all in the document Qingyao gave to Xie Buji.

Wu Zhao stepped aside to avoid Gu Chen's hand. "I understand."

She glanced at Shen Jiaojiao and Xie Buji, then turned and left. Her retreating figure, while not exactly one of absolute certainty of victory, still exuded a hint of smugness.

The curse left in her body was still radiating excruciating pain, and Wu Zhao's eyes darkened.

Gu Chen stood behind her, "Zhao Zhao, I—"

“Mr. Gu.” Wu Zhao’s voice was somewhat cold, interrupting what he was about to say.

As if sensing something had changed, Gu Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

“Perhaps we need to have a serious and honest talk.” Wu Zhao took two steps back, creating some distance between them.

She looked at Gu Chen, "Don't you think so?"

...That's terrible.

Gu Chen knew something was wrong.

However, under Wu Zhao's somewhat oppressive probing, he still nodded: "...Okay."

After the two left together, Mo Dahai, who had been standing by as a pillar for a while, cautiously asked Qing Yao:

"This show should be able to continue, right...?"

Qingyao chuckled, "It should be fine."

……

In the quiet elevator, only faint breathing could be heard. Wu Zhao opened the room with a blank expression.

A gust of wind blew out from the open door, and Gu Chen, understanding her intention, went in first.

As he entered, Wu Zhao slammed the door shut.

"Zhaozhao, I'm crying!"

Before Gu Chen could even speak, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and he was knocked to the ground.

Wu Zhao held him down and looked down at Gu Chen.

"Junwu, is that you?"

Pressing his shoulders tightly, Wu Zhao leaned close to him and stared into his eyes.

Gu Chen felt Wu Zhao's aura rushing towards him, and the weight pressing down on him caught him off guard.

Her long legs were kneeling beside him, and she could touch his arm with the slightest movement.

Completely unable to think, Gu Chen's mind was as if it were filled with mush, unable to move.

"Speak! Don't play dumb with me!" Wu Zhao glared at him when she noticed he was daydreaming.

Gu Chen was both amused and exasperated, and could only say, "Zhao Zhao, I'm really not the person you're talking about—"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Didn't you say this person looks just like Ye Linyan?"

As he spoke, he struggled to raise his finger and point to himself: "Do I look alike to Ye Linyan?"

Not like.

Wu Zhao denied it in his heart.

The incarnation of the Heavenly Dao that she knew three thousand years ago did look exactly like Ye Linyan, but who can say for sure three thousand years later?

She had suspected Gu Chen's identity before, so why did she always feel that Jun Wu was by her side whenever he appeared?

This wasn't the first or second time she'd had this illusion; as a sorceress, she couldn't possibly have this feeling for no reason.

unless……

Gu Chen is Jun Wu!

She clearly sensed Junwu's presence when she lost control just now; otherwise, who else could have stopped her?!

Seeing that Gu Chen wouldn't admit it, Wu Zhao hardened her heart and pressed her forehead directly against his.

A somewhat fragmented soul aura rushed straight into Gu Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

Gu Chen's sea of ​​consciousness was completely empty.

There was nothing but white fog.

Undeterred, Wu Zhao ventured deeper into Gu Chen's sea of ​​consciousness and suddenly sensed an aura lurking there.

The coiled golden dragon suddenly raised its head as it sensed the intrusion of external forces.

His golden eyes shone brightly.

It sprang up quickly and tightly bound Wu Zhao's consciousness.

The moment the two made contact, Wu Zhao felt a jolt as if he were being electrocuted.

She collapsed onto Gu Chen, completely exhausted.

An indescribable feeling swept over Wu Zhao's entire body. Her face flushed red as she quickly broke free from the golden dragon's grasp.

It escaped from Gu Chen's sea of ​​consciousness in an extraordinary way.

In his panic, Wu Zhao failed to notice the totem seal belonging to the Heavenly Dao hidden beneath the little dragon.

"Well……"

When Wu Zhao opened his eyes, he found himself lying on top of Gu Chen, the two of them pressed tightly together.

Even through the thin suit jacket, you could feel Gu Chen's rising and falling chest and trembling breaths.

"Zhaozhao, can...can you get up?" Gu Chen asked with some difficulty, his voice hoarse and hard to recognize.

Wu Zhao, feeling weak and powerless in all four limbs, took a deep breath and inexplicably heard Gu Chen gasp.

After struggling for a moment, Wu Zhao couldn't help but say, "Why are you so stiff all over!"

Before she could finish speaking, Gu Chen, who was being held down by her, suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down on her.

Gu Chen's low, husky voice, tinged with helplessness, reached his ears: "Ancestor, don't move..."

Wu Zhao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

My ears burned, and I dared not move.

This person...