Chapter 74: How Many Ouyang Junyans Are There?
That night, at twenty-five years old, Ouyang did not return home.
Fang Zhiyin had no idea where he had gone, whether he had sought out Chen Linlin to beg forgiveness. Who could have guessed that Chen Linlin would repeat the same mistake again?
In the middle of the night, Fang Zhiyin received a phone call urging her to hurry over and rescue Ouyang Junyan.
“Which Ouyang Junyan am I supposed to save?” Fang Zhiyin asked, still half-asleep.
“Is there more than one Ouyang Junyan?” The voice was unmistakably Chen Linlin’s.
Fang Zhiyin instantly sobered up. “Did you capture him?”
“Sister-in-law, I didn’t capture him. He came to me himself.” Chen Linlin’s voice was laced with malice. “Hurry up and come over!”
Fang Zhiyin was speechless, and could only comply.
Such behavior was the most foolish response. If she acted that way, Old Guan would surely cover up the matter, and her image in Old Gun’s eyes would be utterly destroyed.
“Yan Le? I’m Xu Yunyan. That day on the highway, you saved us. We exchanged contact numbers. Do you remember?” The phone delivered a charming voice.
“President Xu, you’re already here. Don’t worry, negotiation is all about discussion. Why don’t we go over some details first?” President Hu was growing anxious. He hadn’t expected Xu Huinan to be so decisive. Did he truly not care about this partnership? After all, his company’s technology was top-notch.
“What’s the matter? Why are you all here?” Liu Tong originally intended to leave with Lin Wenwen, but with their teacher present, he abandoned the idea, and his concern for Han Bing was tinged with impatience.
Ye Feng recalled the past three months attached to Granny Tong, who had taught him much martial arts. Though her temper was eccentric, she treated him kindly. Now, watching her pass away, he felt a pang in his heart.
Zhao Xiaocheng was out of options and could only lie down as instructed. Yet he couldn’t reveal this technique, for it required mastery of the qi in one’s dantian. If an ordinary person forced it, their heart could instantly explode. Before White Wolf taught him, he began with the accumulation and control of dantian qi.
Elder Gu fell silent for a moment after hearing these words, glanced at Heng Yanlin before him, then shook his head.
The stone-cutter named Xiang Zihang worked deftly, soon revealing a piece of jade the size of a fingernail. Though small, it caused the onlookers to gasp in surprise.
Chao Jun’s three remaining Phoenix Feather Immortal Nails spun through the air, each strike piercing a Nether King Bee cleanly. Old Han released his blood slave, encircling the two to form a simple bronze man formation.
The Yang Ruler was just placed in the sword case when a crackling sound erupted, breaking through five layers of seals in succession, eager to return and protect its master.
Lin Qingya’s suspicions proved entirely correct: Xu Shengrong had indeed rushed over without breakfast, and even the night before he was too excited to sleep or meditate, staring at the ceiling until dawn, then arriving here as soon as the light broke.
Liu Xu barely had time to curse before the sword’s gleaming light chased after him as if traversing space. It didn’t harm his body but, with a thunderous boom, appeared directly inside the Soul-Nurturing Pavilion, targeting the newly formed Taiji diagram made of magical power.
He sincerely hoped more powerful humans would join the association, so that the people could have a better living environment.
Your village chief wipes his bottom with his bare hand, probably not even washing afterward, then casually cooks a bowl of porridge. Unless Lu Li had lost his mind, he would never eat it.
With that block, Lu Li’s expression changed instantly. To withstand the slash of a high-frequency blade, it could not be a simple cold weapon—unless it too was a molecular-vibrating blade.
It was caused by someone failing to explain properly. True, he bore some responsibility; he shouldn’t have assumed but should have asked for more details.
If the rise of Hungry Wolf dealt a blow to Banggu, the real blow fell upon Banggu’s top disciple, who had followed him the longest, possessed considerable talent, and was exceptionally strong.