Chapter Forty-Two: Is He Jealous of the Other Personalities?

Ouyang Junyan gave a faint, bitter smile. “It was probably an accident.”
“Go on!” Fang Zhiyin urged, curiosity in her eyes.
“I was short on money then, and he was wealthy, so I started fighting in some underground boxing rings.”
Underground boxing? Fang Zhiyin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“I mean illegal matches,” Ouyang Junyan’s voice dropped considerably.
No wonder he was reluctant to talk about that part of his past—illegal fights were against the law! Even though he was in America at the time, wasn’t he still underage then?
Seeing Fang Zhiyin’s shock, Ouyang Junyan actually felt a bit worried... Worried that after hearing about this past, she might not like him anymore?!
What was happening to him? He had never been so anxious about her feelings before.

The sentries on the Macao Arrow Tower, shrouded in the morning fog, gradually made out a treasure ship sailing in from Lingdingyang.

An Yi’s gaze swept over the five children in the house. After a moment’s thought, she didn’t refute Feilian’s words. They were all just excuses, after all—she was doing this on purpose.

Several senior grand magicians calmly cast a few “Herculean Shields” to intercept the ice arrows scattering in every direction.

“I’m also really curious—how has Nimbus managed to survive until now?” Katherie shrugged.

Guo Zizhao still couldn’t quite figure out his own feelings. His knowledge of Sister Tao was mostly gleaned from entertainment shows and media coverage in his previous life. And then, there was that brief encounter just a short while ago.

When Zhang Xu, Harry, and Slughorn entered the Forbidden Forest, even they were at a loss at the sight of the snowdrifts carpeting the ground.

Although he had never seen Shaoqing demonstrate his abilities, Li Ze still held deep respect for cultivators in his heart.

“I will never forgive them! Who from the Akatsuki came? Where are they now?” The Raikage’s body radiated a savage, overwhelming aura.

But this time, Guo Zizhao had fused another ten attribute points, raising his “Endurance” stat to 68—the level of a first-tier athlete. The remaining ten points would have to wait until the end of September. Still, Guo Zizhao wasn’t worried; after all, there were three months left before the Asian Games in early December.

James, William, Matthais, and Christopher exchanged glances, marveling not only at the history of glazed glass in the Divine Land, but also at the “chemical elements” Jia Rong spoke of, which seemed even more logical than those they used themselves. Could it be that Jia Rong was a scientist as well?

The war drums thundered, Wei troops running to and fro, assembling in units and formations as they took up their designated positions. On the opposite bank, a small garrison packed up their belongings, lit their torches, and prepared to burn their way back as they retreated.

No matter how much Bixis suspected Chen Xi’s ill intentions, he felt he could no longer remain here. Taking advantage of the fierce fighting, which distracted everyone, he suddenly changed his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Iron Ox swept a cold gaze across the room. Except for Yun Niang, everyone else lowered their eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

In a room as ravaged as if pillaged by enemy soldiers, a man wearing oversized sunglasses and holding a replica Winchester single-barrel rifle, posed like some governor, kept pulling the trigger toward the electromagnetic door. The thunderous noise reverberated along the walls all the way to where they were standing.

“Oh, most glorious master, have you become immortal? Then I’ll be the servant of an immortal! Meow-ha-ha! Who would have thought I, Garo, would see such a day? Meow-ha-ha-ha~~” The black cat beside him was so delighted it was bouncing around, overjoyed beyond words.

He grabbed Catherine’s wrists with both hands, trying to break free, only to find that her grip was astonishingly strong. Even as he increased his strength to half his maximum, she still did not let go.

When the four boys entered the classroom and looked around, aside from a few who were passably attractive, the rest were all what could only be called “dinosaurs”—the quantity was impressive, but the quality left much to be desired.

“Zhixian, can we really entrust Lushun to that man named Shang? If we lose Lushun, we’ll end up empty-handed in the end,” Zong Yuanfang expressed his concern about Yang Bo’s arrangements, especially since he doubted the fighting capabilities of the Dongjiang troops.