Chapter Forty-Four: If We Cannot Be Lovers, Let Us Be Siblings

For the following two days, Ouyang Junyan did not leave the hospital for even a moment. He announced to the outside world that he was recuperating there and refused to see anyone, including Fang Zhiyin.

Fang Zhiyin was utterly furious, convinced that one of Ouyang’s other personalities had returned and was deliberately avoiding her.

Little did she know that Ouyang’s true self had remained within his own body all along. He was simply… too dispirited!

Then, as if overnight, the news of Ouyang Junyan’s underground fights in America ten years ago was suddenly taken down. New stories sprang up online, covering the old ones, and since Ouyang Junyan was not a celebrity, his news would soon be forgotten by the public.

Still, Fang Zhiyin felt a deep ache in her heart, one that would not abate.

Liu Xiaoxi, aware of their keen intuition, suspected they had sensed an enemy's presence. She watched her surroundings warily, unconsciously moving closer to Zhang Yiming.

In the twenty-seventh minute, Iniesta’s pass to Messi was intercepted by Xu Ziyi. He first sent the ball to De Bruyne, then sprinted forward himself. De Bruyne passed to Aguero, who took a few steps before handing it off to Silva.

Only the Shangguan family remained. Shangguan Batu, Chen Feng’s father-in-law, wished to stay, and Chen Feng had no grounds to object.

“Big Sister, do you realize just how rare the highest-grade evolution chip you mentioned is?” Zhang Yifan rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Jie Yuanzhen of the Storm Star and Jie Yuanbao of the Crying Star ranked low among the Heavenly Gang Stars, and their martial skills were among the weakest. Yet, with the grand formation boosting them, their strength surpassed most experts of the twelfth realm.

“By the way, why are there just the two of you?” Rose looked around the room, finding no sign of Fangfei or anyone else, and asked in confusion.

The shop assistant eyed Qi Feng and Su Ping suspiciously, as if they were thieves. Yet Qi Feng looked righteous, and Su Ping appeared innocent. Though the situation seemed dubious, the assistant restrained herself from calling the police.

The ruler was able to clearly recognize the strength of the Wu state and decisively make the right judgment. Evidently, his time spent outside persuading people to farm and weave had not been wasted.

Just as Australia was about to take that corner kick, only forty seconds remained in the match; after they scored, less than fifteen seconds were left; and now… time was up.

With three events piling up at once, the mood among the ninjas of the Hidden Mist Village could hardly be described as good.

For Sakura, this was an unbelievable occurrence. She had always been gentle and considerate, and interrupting others was a breach of etiquette Sakura never seemed capable of. Akiba was stunned, unable to react.

“How can that be the same? Someone could get killed! Mark, stop messing around!” Sun Tan shouted into the communicator.

“What is it?” Yun Yue opened her eyes and rubbed her shoulder, the fair skin showing several red marks.

That night, just as she lay down to sleep, hurried footsteps echoed by her door. Bang, bang, bang—the wooden door was struck hard, the knocking interspersed with two clear, youthful voices.

But then again, her elder sister had already passed away in the Palace by the Abyss, so remaining here might at least keep her memory alive.

Moreover, the Becker family was on good terms with Hoover. What trouble could the Federal Bureau of Investigation not handle?

As Fang Yu drew within a hundred meters, the man withdrew his flying sword attacking Zu You, and shot forward from above the forest, heading straight for Fang Yu.

Pei Qingsheng dared voice these thoughts only in his heart, never aloud. Should someone with ill intent overhear, it could bring disaster.

“No worries, I know you’re not used to it. Look, I’m making your bed here. You and Mom will have separate quilts, so you won’t disturb each other,” Wang Kun said, preparing to leave.

His forehead was streaked with black lines. Was this supposed to be comforting? It was meaningless, repeating “I lack nerves,” as if saying I’m missing a screw, while subtly boasting about his own psychological logic. I felt even more depressed.

The Heat had no chances left. The Big Three had no choice but to accept defeat, surrendering the championship trophy they won over the Lakers in Li Qiang’s second NBA season.