bullyxtreme Chapter 189 Yang Chan's Second Personality
Chapter 189 Yang Chan's Second Personality
Yang Jiao watched them play around for a while.
For a moment, I couldn't figure out Yang Chan's reason.
"Forget it, let's try to survive being beheaded."
Immediately,
Excitedly, she pulled the Thousand-Mechanism Staff out of her ear and swung it backward, transforming it into the Thousand-Mechanism Staff.
This graceful movement captivated Yang Chan, filling her with envy.
The eldest sister and brother both know magic, only Chan'er doesn't...
She also really wanted to be as amazing as her older sister.
The moment Yang Jiao took out the Thousand Machine Staff, it attracted not only Yang Chan's attention, but also Yang Jian's.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and he thought:
"Could it be that my sister went to the East Sea again to retrieve a magical treasure?"
Driven by his curiosity, he failed to notice the struggle on the little white dog's face, pried open its mouth, and stuffed all the wriggling worms from his palm into it.
Then pinch the dog's mouth shut.
Said:
"Eating slowly or eating together provides the same nutrition."
"You chew it yourself, I'll go check on it."
Having said that, he darted off like the wind towards Yang Jiao's direction.
The little white dog, standing still with its mouth agape, shed a tear.
At this moment, Yang Chan looked on with envy, while Yang Jian looked on with curiosity.
Yang Jiao didn't notice their expressions. She slowly uttered "Heavenly Gang Blade," and a blade protruded directly from the top of the Thousand Machine Staff, reflecting the sunlight.
She gently curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
The excitement in his eyes intensified.
"Go!"
Yang Jiao shouted loudly and then threw the Heavenly Gang Blade into the sky.
Wow~ Sister is amazing~
Yang Chan looked up at herself with envy, thinking how lucky she was to have an older sister who could throw a stick so high.
The Heavenly Gang Blade on the staff tumbled once in the air before rapidly falling toward Yang Jiao's position.
"Close your eyes and don't look."
Yang Jiao, who had already reached the Celestial Immortal realm, had excellent aim, but in order to ensure an even more precise slit across the neck, she leaned forward and stretched her head out.
Surprisingly, the two younger siblings didn't listen this time and waited for their older sister to demonstrate.
Under the watchful eyes of Yang Jian and Yang Chan.
The Heavenly Gang Blade was about to touch Yang Jiao.
"elder sister!"
"elder sister!"
Two terrified cries rang out.
puff.
The blade pierced the body.
Yang Jiao stood rooted to the spot, her head flying straight out.
The moment her head hit the ground, Yang Jiao thought:
"Beheading still hurts!"
You can clearly feel the sharp blade cutting through your skin and severing your bones.
She is still waiting for her head to regenerate.
Yang Jian's eyes were already brimming with tears, his fists were clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, and grief filled his face.
"Sister, why did you kill yourself?"
"Are you afraid of the Heavenly Court? She's under so much pressure... It's all because I'm not strong enough."
Yang Chan was as if in a trance; the scene before her eyes turned all her thoughts into a blank, and it seemed that only her sister's head, which had fallen to the ground, remained in the world.
She stared at him, mesmerized.
His eyes quickly turned crimson.
The person's entire state changed instantly.
No longer like a spring breeze, but a biting chill, an extreme cold.
She walked steadily to Yang Jiao's head, gently picked it up, and held it to her chest, her whole body radiating a chilling aura as she stared at the knife that had killed her sister.
Yang Chan didn't even walk over.
Extreme hatred erupted in her eyes.
Next second,
The Heavenly Gang Blade chipped and dulled under Yang Chan's watchful gaze, gradually turning into a lump of scrap iron.
A few breaths later, Yang Jiao, who was standing in the same spot, instantly sprouted a new head.
It was exactly the same as the one I had cut down.
She reached out and touched her face, which felt unchanged, in disbelief, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Wow, I can really survive being beheaded!"
Yang Jiao finished shouting.
I suddenly realized something was wrong.
Yang Jian's grief-stricken expression, Yang Chan's bloodshot eyes.
She paused, startled, and exclaimed:
Didn't I tell you not to look?
Neither of the two younger ones spoke.
Yang Jiao was very anxious, as she was sure it would leave a psychological scar on them.
He hurriedly stepped forward and coaxed her:
"It's all fake. It's just a new cultivation technique I've been practicing. Look, my sister is perfectly fine now."
Yang Jian looked at her and nodded.
In the end, he didn't say anything.
Only he knew how scared he had just been.
I also understand more clearly how strong my desire is to protect those I want to protect.
He absolutely cannot let this happen; Yang Jian must become powerful enough to protect them.
The emotions that had erupted within Yang Chan had been fully awakened.
Even though the head in her arms had disappeared, the bloodshot in her eyes did not fade.
Yang Jiao wanted to step forward, but stopped in her tracks when she passed the Heavenly Gang Blade.
"How was Master Du'e's Heavenly Gang Blade destroyed?"
Of those present, Yang Chan had no magical power, and Yang Jian hadn't broken through to the Celestial Immortal realm yet. So, the only person who could destroy the sword should be himself!
She stared blankly at the notch on the knife, then suddenly looked at Yang Chan.
"Something's off."
She tried to sense it with suspicion.
I could only feel that the magnetic field of the entire Yang mansion was changing, very chaotic, extremely chaotic.
It's like madness.
A chaotic, unpredictable movement.
The speed at which all the spiritual energy moved was more than ten times faster!
Yang Jiao looked at Yang Chan in shock and said her name:
"Chan'er?"
Yang Chan raised her head, her bloodshot eyes taking in Yang Jiao's gaze before she coldly walked past her.
Without a second thought, he walked past the Heavenly Gang Blade and delivered a heavy kick.
After the creaking sound.
That day, the Heavenly Gang Blade was completely transformed from a pile of scrap iron into a piece of iron.
Yang Jiao thought she must have seen wrong!
So shocked he could have stuffed an egg in his mouth, he looked at Yang Jian and asked:
"Did you see that? Did you see that? She stomped the Heavenly Gang Blade flat!"
Even more terrifying was the endless chill emanating from Yang Chan.
It was as if nothing in the world could catch her eye; it was contempt, a contempt that was even stronger than mere contempt.
Yang Jiao suddenly understood.
"Dissociative identity disorder?"
Normally, Yang Chan is the gentlest and kindest person in the world, but once she is provoked, she becomes the coldest person.
Even so, Yang Jiao still couldn't accept it and shouted:
"The first personality only focuses on being kind, while the second personality is desperately cultivated, right!"
That aura just now was something only Yang Jian at his current level could possess.
Moreover, with the added emotional support, the power it unleashes is even greater.
"Is there anyone normal left in this family?"
None of them are normal!
Yang Jiao took off running and chased after Yang Chan.
He called out:
"Chan'er, wait for your sister."
"elder sister?"
Yang Chan turned around, a hint of confusion flashing in her bloodshot eyes, and after a long while, she tried to see Yang Jiao's face clearly.
Then, the blood slowly receded.
Along with it came a chilling aura.
Honestly, even Yang Jiao was envious.
No need for cultivation, it comes with its own cultivation level.
When I'm unhappy, my magic power doubles. Last time, the heavenly lightning had an effect, and now the surrounding laws are changing!
"Sister...you're not dead..."
"Waaah, my sister isn't dead."
Yang Chan's small body warmed up, and she threw herself into Yang Jiao's arms, crying pitifully.
The one who felt even more wronged was Yang Jiao.
Even though it's true that 'being beheaded doesn't kill you,' it gives you an extra layer of protection.
but!
She truly envied Yang Chan's physique.
"Don't cry, sweetie."
Yang Jiao gently patted Yang Chan's back while pondering:
"Why do I have this feeling that Yang Chan can hold up half the sky in the family?"