Chapter 810: One Hundred and Fifty-Six: Teasing Zhishuang

One Hundred and Fifty-Six: Teasing Zhishuang

Ouyang Rong recalled a sudden remark made by Chen Jiaxin before she left that morning.

She sensed Yun Xiangyi would return soon.

At the desk, Ouyang Rong stroked his chin, pondered again, then closed his eyes and pressed his palm against the snow-white longsword.

In the next instant, within the Merit Pagoda, an anomaly erupted—the Blessing Bell began pouring out pure purple mist, its hue untainted, unlike the usual manifestation of blessings, indicating another purpose.

At the desk, Ouyang Rong pondered again, then closed his eyes and pressed his palm against the snow-white longsword.

Meanwhile, within the Merit Pagoda, an anomaly occurred—the Blessing Bell began emitting purple mist.

Ouyang Rong was not surprised; it was exactly as he had anticipated.

Accompanying the Merit Pagoda’s anomaly, purple mist slowly welled from nowhere, creeping up Ouyang Rong’s arm and extending onto his sword, Zhishuang.

The snow-white longsword, already appearing “on its last breath,” rang.

Lin Ku laughed bitterly. This guy still had trauma from last time—he got nervous every time Yun Yun came near, terrified Song Xiaoe would show up again and hand him another free inspection.

Another contributing factor was Lin Qihua: having once been in the same band as him, and with her debut song personally produced by Lin Qihua, this alone was enough to draw intense media attention to her.

The young man smiled and pulled up over a dozen pages of relevant regulations on the terminal; astonishingly, Brother Wei had genuinely granted him browsing rights.

A powerful spiritual force surged upward from the center of the formation, then split into eight directions, entering the jade energy at each direction.

The four men laughed and returned to their seats, asking after each other’s recent affairs: Big Fat was now a market sales rep in Jiangzhou City, Hai Zi had become a policeman, and Young Qin worked for his family’s company in finance—all doing well.

The captain’s face had gone pale. Regardless of anything else, he knew Tasha—it was the city’s only five-star hotel, where a single meal could cost tens of thousands.

“I think it’s fine,” An Chenchen said with a chuckle. “Running a few more trips a day really earns more than doing missions.”

Within the soul, different attributes exist—for instance, Ning Qiu’s thunder attribute now differed from the others.

In truth, Zi Xia was Qing Xia at night, so the one who swapped bodies with Zhu Bajie was Qing Xia. As chaos erupted, Niu Wang and Tie Shan Princess clashed here—Tie Shan had come seeking to rekindle old feelings with Sun Wukong, and their mutual jealousy had sparked the fight.

At first, some paid no mind, thinking: whatever it was, first get the soil and rocks in hand.

Lady Hua turned to look at Ji Bu standing nearby; with her sharp eyes, she had long recognized the bald man as the famed Ji Bu.

The numb pain in his legs had vanished after the massage; the boy stood up, pinched his T-shirt with his fingers, leaned down, and sniffed—the odor was faint, just a little.

The two brothers spoke and left; though they said so, another reason they refrained from targeting Si Moyan was that they still feared him.

The intent behind the motion was clear: when the opponent thrust his spear, use your own spear to deflect it with leverage, then thrust forward with force—it sounded simple, but was difficult to execute.

Ran, Qingyu heard Zhuge Xiong’s overly sentimental words—words that had already begun to make her stomach churn—and her temple twitched subtly; she glanced toward Lou Junyao.

At these words, even Ju Shou’s face twitched several times—Wang Zi might be beyond even his ability to save.

Having spoken, he began chanting the incantation to summon the puppet—but suddenly his expression stiffened, and he spat out a stream of black blood.

He Ping entered first, surveyed the room, and found it had three bedrooms—one main, two secondary—and the living room was extravagantly luxurious beyond belief.

“Splash!” A chair flew through the air, smashing the window and detonating the drone.

Yet, the moment Ning Yu’s voice faded, Li Yunfei’s true qi stirred as if provoked.

A shrill cry tore from her throat, and she quickly raised her hands to shield her two prominent peaks.