Chapter 139: All the Different Personalities Are Back?!

"Ouyang, why do you always want to pick a fight with me?" Fang Zhiyin felt that his increasingly abnormal behavior was a recent development.

"I told you to stay out of it, but you insisted on meddling!" Ouyang Junyan snapped, unusually losing his temper. "What on earth are your feelings for that Cui Wen?"

...What feelings?

Is he out of his mind?!

"Never mind, I'll go by myself later," Fang Zhiyin said, speechless.

"Zhiyin, I'm sorry." After a few seconds, Ouyang Junyan apologized to her. "My... attitude was bad. I just can't control myself," he said with a look of painful endurance.

However, because Fang Zhiyin was so preoccupied with Cui Wen's situation, she didn't pay much attention to his emotional fluctuations. "I'm going to hang up now."

Just as Liu Tian's thoughts stirred and the vast golden dragon eye prepared to strike forth once more, Nessachika's bare hands forcefully blocked it.

Yuan Xing was also taken aback; he had not expected that his powerful slash would only shear off a few scales. What kind of creature was this to have such incredible defense?

The princess retreated into the sedan, and the pearl curtain fell once again. Now, a hazy, infinitely graceful silhouette remained, shimmering like a dream, half-seen and half-concealed.

Unless one were a Saint-tier powerhouse, it would be extremely difficult to spot a reconnaissance aircraft flying invisibly at an altitude of two hundred meters.

This billing was neither particularly good nor bad, but if the singer's own fame were a bit greater, cracking the top ten would probably be effortless.

The situation was dire to the extreme. Everyone was looking at Captain Niu and his group. They belonged to the escort agency, and the people had paid ten taels of silver precisely in the hope of securing their protection.

What the world did not know, however, was that the Soul-Searching Melody was the vital catalyst enabling the Othershore Flower to manifest its undying capability. Therefore, a world devoid of the Soul-Searching Melody naturally could not fathom this heaven-defying power of the Othershore Flower.

Regardless, the sinkhole was worth Duan Qiu exploring; perhaps it would yield some unexpected discoveries.

Lin Bixiao was startled, shrinking back onto the sofa as she pressed against her boyfriend's hand, which was attempting to restrain her.

Shaking his head, Moke dismissed the thought. Strictly speaking, this was Liu Fei's family business, and he hadn't even met Liu Fei; such matters had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

Seeing this scene, passersby suddenly screamed and fled in all directions, scrambling desperately toward their respective homes as if they had laid eyes on some ferocious beast.

Yet what did he see today? A dignified Nascent Soul grandmaster had actually been repelled by him. Upon second thought, he felt a sense of relief—a severely injured Nascent Soul cultivator was indeed someone he could fight.

Suddenly, his body was embraced by A'chen, and a warning was whispered in his ear: "Do not let there be a next time, or else I will hate you and torment you even more. If we are to die, we die together."

Described as a place of worship for the ancestors of the Sand Tribe, it was essentially equivalent to a human family's ancestral hall, dedicated to the spirit tablets of the dead. For someone to have their name preserved in the ancestral hall after death, their cultivation during life must have been quite formidable. Viewed in this light, the eerie atmosphere of this place was entirely justified.

"In other words, the Qianshan Path is now asking for a favor from the Heavenly Mystery Sect?" Lu Xuan said decisively. This time, Zhi Zhan instantly wore a look of utter astonishment.

Xian Chen was forever a filial son before his parents, forever a confidant offering counsel to his friends; only before his beloved did he reveal his true emotions. Han'er, no one knew how he had survived these past ten years.

The other teleportation arrays were also under successive construction, and preliminary agreements had been reached with several more factions. Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

In his long-held view, Old Xie practically belonged to this category—some ancient lingering soul from times unknown that had taken up residence in some scavenged, dilapidated physical vessel. Judging the current residual shell and lingering soul through this lens was entirely appropriate.

The membranous bubble seemed to emerge from eternal darkness, reflecting the blinding light of the two giant stars as it slowly revealed its true form.

Liu Yang smiled happily; his wish of so many years had finally been fulfilled with Wang Rui's help.

Not until the two of them saw the poster at the entrance of the performance hall did Liu Jia no longer able to conceal the deep affection in her eyes.