Golden Liquid Angel: Why Did He Transmigrate?

In the Chat Group.

The name "[Daddy Douluo]" popped up, followed by a line of bold text.

[Daddy Douluo]: @All members, come out! Stop lurking! Welcome Yanzi and the Little Angel.

The message featured exaggerated firework effects.

The group chat was silent for three seconds.

Then two messages popped up one after the other.

[A Rogue Rabbit]:...

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]:...

The other names in the group remained silent, and no one responded.

Faces were glued to the Light Screen, their expressions strange.

Who is this?

Yanzi? Little Angel?

I've never even heard of those two.

But no one dared to utter a sound.

Heaven Dou Academy Girls' Dormitory

Dugu Yan leaned back in her chair, the chair legs creaking slightly.

She stared at the pale blue Light Screen floating in the air before her, her eyebrows furrowing tightly.

What exactly is going on?

"Daddy Douluo?"

She read out the ID, and her lips twitched.

"What a terrible title! It sounds awful, and it feels like they're taking advantage of us!"

The key point is that this person called her Yanzi.

"Does he know me?"

She quickly went through all the people she knew in her mind.

No, there is absolutely no one with that awful name.

The Light Screen floated there Youyou, like a ghost that couldn't be shaken off.

She reached out, her fingertips almost touching the glowing words, then abruptly pulled her hand back.

To ask or not to ask?

Where did this thing come from? Is it some kind of Soul Skill of Soul Master or something?

Just as I was hesitating, the Light Screen made a soft "ding" sound.

A new message popped up.

Dugu Yan's gaze swept over, and she froze instantly.

The finger that was tapping the table stopped in mid-air, and the words reflected in his pupils narrowed little by little.

[The Pope Herself]: @ Yanzi ~, @Golden Liquid Angel, let me tell you something first, listen carefully. A-Qing has transmigrated, crossed the World Barrier, and descended into the Douluo Continent.

The Pope Palace in Spirit City.

Bibi Dong's fingertip left the Light Screen; the message had been sent.

His golden-purple eyes were half-closed, devoid of warmth.

The light from the Eternal Lamp in the hall slanted across her profile, casting deep shadows on her magnificent Pope robes.

She sent that message on purpose.

Straightforward, blunt, and without any beating around the bush.

That's exactly the effect I wanted.

Cross-world? Time travel? These words are enough to confuse any newbie who has just joined the group.

It made their minds buzz, made them uneasy, and made them afraid to ask too many questions, let alone pry into things.

Fear is the best way to shut up.

Her gaze fell on the name "A-Qing," and something deep in her eyes trembled slightly.

But it was quickly crushed and flattened, leaving only a cold silence.

Of all the people, she was most afraid of things getting out of control, especially of Lin Qingmo finding out everything.

She hasn't figured out how to deal with that situation, or rather, she doesn't dare to think about it.

Once that hand is withdrawn, everything she has now will probably collapse like a sandcastle.

She can't afford to lose.

The group was silent for about five seconds.

Then the messages suddenly exploded.

[Little Witch]: Yes, yes, yes! A-Qing did go through time! Sister Yanzi, Sister Angel, were you scared? I was startled at first too!

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Ahem, you'll get used to it. Anyway... welcome back.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Welcome back!

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: Welcome.

[Green Green Grass]: Oh, yes, that's how it is.

One message after another, scrolling at breakneck speed.

His tone was so warm, as if they had known each other for centuries.

But the deliberate agreement between the lines almost overflowed the Light Screen.

Everyone tacitly followed Bibi Dong's lead.

Surprised?

Surprised?

"..."

In the dormitory, Dugu Yan's mouth was agape, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

The string in my mind snapped with a "snap".

"Transmigration? To another world? To the Douluo Continent?"

She understood every single word, but when put together, it was like reading gibberish.

A sense of absurdity washed over her like a tsunami, making her eardrums buzz.

She even raised her hand and pinched her arm hard.

Pain!

It's not a dream!

The Light Screen was still on, and those unfamiliar names were still flashing.

She stared intently, her fingers unconsciously gripping the wooden armrests of the chair.

"Calm down... you must calm down..."

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The pounding in my chest gradually subsided, and my mind began to work again.

"They seem to have mistaken me for someone else...?"

This is the most reasonable explanation.

This group of people, this strange Chat Group, treated her as another "Yanzi".

That Yanzi knew them, knew "A-Qing," and might even have come from the same... world?

And she herself, Dugu Yan, a student of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, unfortunately got dragged into it.

"This is a huge problem..."

Her gaze darkened.

"In this situation, we absolutely cannot let ourselves be exposed."

Before figuring out what this thing is and what its purpose is, we absolutely cannot reveal that we know nothing.

The Secret Chamber of the Crown Prince Mansion Heaven Dou City.

There are no windows here; only the crystals embedded in the walls emit a constant, cold light.

Qian Renxue sat on a crystal-carved chair, her body surrounded by a pale golden halo, as if she were draped in a hazy veil.

The same eerie blue Light Screen hung before her.

Before this, she had tried everything.

The Soul Power struck, a tremendous power crashed down, but the Light Screen barrier remained completely still.

The mental energy penetrated as finely as a net, yet it was like touching an absolutely smooth mirror; nothing could be detected.

This thing was beyond her comprehension.

At this moment, as she looked at the scrolling messages in the group chat, the sense of absurdity grew stronger.

Her brows were furrowed, and a layer of frost settled on her beautiful face.

There was a long silence.

My fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the crystal chair, producing a crisp "tap, tap" sound, each sound falling into absolute silence.

Finally, she raised her hand and spoke for the first time.

[Golden Liquid Angel]: Why did A-Qing time travel?

Dugu Yan's eyes flickered when she saw this message.

Good question!

She wanted to know too!

Without hesitating for less than half a second, her fingertips flew across the keyboard as she typed.

[Yanzi ~]: Same question.

Message transmission.

She held her breath, staring intently at the Light Screen, waiting for the others' reactions.

Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong saw the two messages that appeared almost one after the other, her tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

The fingers resting on the armrest gently unfolded.

A cold, sharp light flashed in his golden-purple eyes, and a faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, at least they're on the right track."

The two newcomers were at least temporarily stunned by the phrase "cross-world".

I dared not ask any questions, dared not delve into any details, and could only cautiously follow the rhythm.

That's enough.

This buffer period is exactly what she needs.

During this period, she needed to find out the details of these two "Yanzi" and "Angel," to determine how much they knew and what impact they would have on her relationship with A-Qing.

The dim light from the Light Screen reflected the darkness deep within her eyes.

The game has only just begun.

And she has always been the best chess player.

In the group chat, the topic naturally shifted to "the reason why A-Qing traveled through time" because of the questions asked by the two newcomers.

[Little Witch]: Ah... it's a long story, uh... I don't really know the details either.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Hmm, I remember A-Qing said it was an accident.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Anyway, A-Qing has transmigrated!

The answer remained vague, ambiguous, and evasive.

A longer silence fell over Qian Renxue's side.

The light in the Secret Chamber illuminated her expressionless face.

She was judging the authenticity of this information and the true purpose of this group's existence.