Chapter Seventy-Three: The Most Unlikely Persona

Who could have imagined... After Ouyang Junyan, at twenty-eight years old, finished washing the dishes, he suddenly became his twenty-five-year-old self!

At that moment, Fang Zhiyin had already cleaned up and wrapped herself in a white bathrobe, lying obediently on the bed waiting for him. But when her puppy-like young husband rushed into the room with panic on his face, she saw him blurt out, "Wife! I feel something’s happened to Linlin! Did something happen to her?!"

The next second, the two of them stared at each other in astonishment.

Because Zhao Jun noticed Fang Zhiyin’s bathrobe about to slip off, while she saw that the man she’d been waiting for had suddenly turned into someone else entirely. She immediately flipped out of bed and, as quickly as possible, dug out a down jacket from the wardrobe.

Yes, a down jacket!

She threw it on at once.

Based on his understanding of Shen Yue, Zhou Ming thought she would never do something as outrageous as taking over someone else’s body. Yet when he entered Xue Ling’s sea of consciousness, all he saw were fragments of Shen Yue’s memories. That was why he was now so uncertain—had Xue Ling really been possessed by Shen Yue?

Later, Ye Jiu told him that he wanted to borrow his body. Zhou Ming thought Ye Jiu was going to assign him some task, but to his shock, Ye Jiu actually drew half a wisp of his soul right out of his body.

Qin Huai’s voice was light and cheerful, as if he’d thought of something amusing. Shen Xin finally relaxed a little, but Qin Huai’s next words sent her plummeting into an icy abyss.

“No need for formalities. Look, Ning Sinan has left.” Zheng Ziling’s face looked rather unwell; his thick brows were tightly knit, and his expression was grave.

After all, these were assets she’d secretly transferred; they could never see the light of day. Now that they were frozen, she certainly couldn’t resolve the matter through official channels. But if she tried to handle it underground, could she really escape the sharp eyes of her father, Wu Shen Shi Gandang?

This light green official robe was something he’d dug out from the bottom of a chest at the last minute. It had been there for three years, and this was the first time he’d worn it.

This guest room had no lock and no occupant, yet it was exceptionally clean. The rosewood furniture glimmered faintly, without a trace of dust.

He’d met this Pulao several times, but Pulao had always responded to him with indifference, leaving him anxious and on edge.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Ji Xi spoke as she watched all the rumors about her online—countless stories about sleeping around, unspoken rules, being someone’s mistress—so many she couldn’t even count them.

After a few seconds, the pride and confidence that had just been on Hades’ face vanished completely.

“No need to go back to the office; call Yixin out for dinner.” Without waiting for Yan Wan to object, Liu Li picked up the phone and, with a few swift moves, settled the dinner plans.

There was deep sorrow in Lu Fei’s voice. Though he hadn’t spent much time with this sister-in-law, for years she had cared for him and the other wives, and Lu Fei had long regarded Bishuang as family.

“Zheng Yuan!” The last man’s face was expressionless, clearly not one for words, but Lu Fei saw in his eyes that he didn’t seem like a bad person.

Perhaps it was because Yifan’s strength exceeded theirs, but the two of them never noticed his pursuit. A gust of black wind, a streak of darkness, and a shadow flickered behind them.

The Duchess sat in the grand chair with a cold, forbidding face. She fingered a string of prayer beads one by one. At her side sat Ye Huang, and behind her stood Ai Chen; both master and servant wore expressions of deep irritation.

“To be honest, I’m very curious how far you’ll go down this road.” Liu Li handed her a cup of coffee.

Lu Fei had already set out, but what they didn’t know was that the ruler of this star region, the Blood Emperor, had already learned that he possessed a top-tier celestial battle armor. Every planet connected to Londo Star was now making preparations, lying in wait for him like a hunter for his prey.

The reason Huo Tong made them run was to gauge their abilities, but after only three laps, people were already falling behind; most were gasping for breath.