Chapter Sixty-Seven: She Was Furious and Aggrieved

Fang Zhiyin was stunned—a thirty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan?
“I… just want a full physical checkup.” She was too exhausted to recount everything that had happened in the past two days.
“Did you come by yourself?” Ouyang glanced around as if he suspected Fang Zhiyin had arrived with someone else.
“Yes... No, I came with you.” She answered irritably.
“How come I have no memory of it at all?”
“You’d have to be a ghost to remember,” she retorted. After a pause, she added, “The test results show there’s nothing serious. I’m leaving now.” Ben Ge had already left; Fang Zhiyin had no desire to linger.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To talk to a director about something.” With that, Fang Zhiyin slipped away right under Ouyang Junyan’s nose.

The opening widened a little more, and with its claws, it tore out a chunk of flesh and ate contentedly. The moment it tasted the meat, its eyes gleamed with excitement—the life energy contained within was overwhelmingly abundant. Never before had it feasted on a creature of such rank.
The Crocodile King lashed its long tail, lightly shaking the ground. The force was just enough to toss Vido onto its back, and carrying the beauty, it swaggered away.
Then, the guard strode up to Zhang Mingqi, presenting the sheet of paper to him with both hands.

Wu Meng was no fool; she climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself up in the entire quilt.
To be honest, when it came to handling Jung Soo-yeon’s company affairs, Ruofan and Li Yan were quite disheartened—not only had they helped her select managers, they’d also paved the way for her. Otherwise, how would she have time to sit here and chat with him?
The guards, upon receiving the swords, immediately recognized the radiant spiritual energy of top-tier imperial beast soul weapons, and were so delighted they forgot even their own surnames.
The commanders of the various rebel armies, including Liu Ji, raised no objections to General Dou Bing’s plan to rescue Suzhou’s Qinhuai City and Hangzhou’s Huai’an City.
Ruofan sighed helplessly, “Forget it, no use thinking about it. The pressing task is to focus on her solo. Ah, whatever—let’s give it our best. Who knows, maybe Heaven will take pity on me and grant me a few days of memories!” With that, he picked up the lyrics and music, and headed into the recording booth to begin practicing.
After a while, Jin Feihuan returned in high spirits, a huge golden spirit pouch slung over his shoulder. He tossed something over—an arm-shaped object wrapped tightly in cloth bands.
“I’m a bit tired. I’ll head upstairs first.” Murong Xue understood the situation; she knew she held little sway here, so it was best to excuse herself from such important matters.
Meeting Liang Shan’s soulful gaze, He Qiuyan gently stroked the face of the one she called Rascal, nervously trying to conceal her fluster.
The Ghost God of Beihai let out a cold laugh, weaving his spiritual power into a dark tide that surged toward Yu Fei, engulfing him completely.
He never imagined that Li Weidong would be so formidable, easily the foremost among the Golden Core cultivators. Before him, any expert of that realm was as feeble as a sheet of waste paper.
Seeing Li Tian charge at him so directly—even with three clones left—didn’t faze him in the least.

This left Yu Fei utterly helpless. He’d been active beneath the sea for days, and they’d given him the nickname “the Slumbering Turtle of the Outer Sea.”
Xu Weiwei never expected Dongfang Ding to speak to her in that tone. In her experience, every time she appeared before a man, she was regarded as a seductive enchantress, admired and pursued by them all.
This blow had sapped their vital energy, making it nearly impossible for them to recover in such a short time. Now, looking at Li Tian before them, each wore an expression of deep unwillingness.
When the man tried to move, Bai Qifeng quickly slipped behind him and launched another onslaught with his tiger-skin attacks.
Hmph... No matter how talented she was, there was no way she could grasp such a complicated story in one sitting.
I asked Jasmine if her head hurt. She said it was still a bit sore when touched, but otherwise fine, though she felt a little dizzy. I suggested it might be a bit of anemia from some lingering blood loss and promised to bring back some tonics for her.
The other two Wang brothers were even rougher, kicking and beating the refugees clinging desperately to their mother’s feet.