Reborn As Lucky Star

Not only did Yu Mengyu feel something was wrong, but even Fang Miao's expression changed.

Was it Lin Chunju who just said those words?

It's a bit too strange.

The hair, hard as iron, pierced into the sofa.

The leather sofa was riddled with holes, its filling scattered everywhere.

Fluttering down onto "Lin Chunju".

She cursed in rapid-fire speech.

"Can you have some environmental awareness? Or at least set up a barrier or something, hey, can't hit me."

"Lin Chunju" tilted her head, and Yu Mengyu's hair swept past her ear, plunging deeply into the wall behind.

Pulled out again, leaving a dense pattern of small holes.

"Your destructive power is kind of weak. Were you planning to create a wall of terror to scare those with trypophobia? Well, you succeeded. It's a bit disgusting though, and I'm not talking about the wall, it's your hair. Can't you tie up your long hair? You look like a ghost, you know?"

"If you keep this up, I won't be polite anymore."

As she spoke, the elderly-looking woman suddenly made a move.

Scorching spiritual energy almost solidified in her palm.

The hair pierced into it, not leaving a trace, but was instead firmly grasped.

"Lin Chunju" exerted force, and all that was heard was a shriek from Yu Mengyu.

It felt as if her scalp was being torn off, with blood seeping from the hair roots.

Even Fang Miao felt a headache watching from the side, let alone Yu Mengyu enduring all of this.

Yu Mengyu hurriedly tried to retract her hair, but "Lin Chunju" held on tightly.

Clearly treating the extended strands as a tug-of-war rope.

Struggling against Yu Mengyu.

The physical pain was secondary; the psychological torment was torturous for Yu Mengyu.

Seeing her cherished hair break strand by strand, Yu Mengyu let out a miserable cry.

In this tug-of-war, the seemingly old and frail "Lin Chunju" was surprisingly dominant.

Yu Mengyu saw herself being gradually pulled closer, and her opponent's other hand was already gathering spiritual energy.

Preparing to strike her chest as soon as she got near.

Yu Mengyu finally decided to give up, severing her hair like a warrior sacrificing a limb.

The hair abruptly broke at the root, causing "Lin Chunju" to stagger back.

She retreated several steps before regaining her balance.

Just about to say something, she couldn't help but burst into laughter upon looking up.

Laughing so hard she bent over, the laughter was extremely jarring.

In her once beautiful, cloud-like long hair, the portion she cut off was too obvious.

It looked as if there was an inexplicable bald spot.

The damage was immense, the insult even greater.

"Lin Chunju" laughed until she was out of breath, her words becoming fragmented.

"You're already losing hair early on, what will you do later? If you baldly fought others, you'd really make them laugh to death."

"Ah!"

Yu Mengyu let out a sharp scream, gathering all her spiritual power into her arms, and with a single kick, she shot forward like a cannonball.

No matter who this person was, she wanted them dead!

"Damn, you're serious? How come you're not using your hair? Otherwise, I can pull some more off from the left to make it symmetrical. If anyone asks, you can just say it's the latest fashion hairstyle."

While taunting with a nasty tone, "Lin Chunju" tossed the hair in her hand into the air.

The strands fell like rain, evoking sympathy in onlookers.

Seeing this, Yu Mengyu's eyes were filled with deep-seated resentment, wishing she could tear this person apart in front of her.

Fang Miao watched this person wearing Lin Chunju's face, unable to move in shock.

For a moment, a subtle sense of relief crept into her heart, and she looked at Yu Mengyu with sympathy.

This person clearly wasn't the real Lin Chunju.

If Lin Chunju were like this before, she might have really driven her mad.