Chapter 41: The Withdrawing Athlete

The accompanying guards immediately pulled out various fancy gadgets they had never seen before and began setting up camp around his house.
Over the next few days, Lin Qingyuan continued shooting in the underground city. After finishing the scenes at the skewer restaurant, he brought Zhao Jinmai to the underground casino.
Besides, he now deeply resented Grand Madam Qi; whenever she lost face, he felt happy.
Continuing forward, beneath a patch of sand, he spotted a sand-dwelling blue crab weighing around three taels and put it into his bucket.
A heavy pressure, akin to a towering mountain bearing down upon him, swept over him instantly, paralyzing his legs so that he could no longer move.
Although the leading eight people did not know who exactly the first place belonged to, a unanimous guess had already formed in their minds.
Another arrow soared from the dense forest into the sky. Looking at the dazzling red light, Rosalinda felt a sense of despair.
To verify her hypothesis, she listened a bit longer, and upon confirming that her deduction was correct, she slowly opened her eyes.
A violent tremor shook Ye Li's heart. He could feel the resonance of the other eight supreme paths within his body, while the Taiji Yin-Yang diagram seal was also slowly revolving at that moment.
Now that he was home, he no longer needed to drink for the sake of socializing; he would drink a little when he was happy, and not at all when he was unhappy.
On another occasion, they were at the Yi Jian Inn. Fortunately, Xunzi helped cover for them, and even Li Si had to show some respect to his former teacher, so they managed to avoid discovery.
"Young master," Lin Er looked at Zhang Liang, a faint, imperceptible bitterness showing on his calm face.
"It doesn't mean much, you'll know when the time comes," Qingwu brushed it off with a laugh, thinking to herself that she seemed to remember this Han Xin sided with Liu Bang! Wait, no, it seemed he defected to Liu Bang because he was underappreciated by Xiang Yu.
"Of course you cannot manufacture it. The memory metal of our Mechanoid race is mixed with several cosmic rare materials, and even if you had these cosmic materials, you might not be able to make it," Zheng snorted and said.
Some people wanted to be scolded yet had no opportunity, but here, he lacked no such opportunities whatsoever. Moreover, he wanted to use this infamy to help himself grow.

As soon as those words fell, the three-headed hound that had previously been in the kennel appeared at the side out of nowhere, glaring fiercely at Mo Yun.
"I will. I promise you, I'll wait for you to return so we can take care of your brother together," Zhang Junbao said, his voice choked with sobs.
"Hehe!" The fire dragon let out a roar, its large eyes rolling around twice. "Ant, you have angered this deity!" With a flash, like an arrow released from a bow, it plunged down from the clouds, shooting toward Zhang Junbao.
Gu Keyu tightened her grip on Lu Jiyan's arm, took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes. Lu Jiyan had also woken up by now; he straightened his posture, pulled her into his arms, turned his head, and looked at Si Nian with sheer impatience written all over his face.
On the fourth day, the Eastern Emperor used clay figurines to forge a passage connecting to the village. He intended to ask the villagers for help, because the three of them alone could no longer unearth all the clay figures; they had to find assistance.
The powerful impact forced everyone to grip their seats tightly. Feeling the violently shaking spacecraft, their complexions turned exceptionally ugly.
Seeing that the situation was turning unfavorable—many of their disciples had already been knocked to the ground, clutching their chests, holding their thighs, or rubbing their heads, and the chaos was escalating as the fight went on—they were fellow sect members, yet they showed not a shred of camaraderie anymore.
"Who is he? Who is he!" Inside the dark room, the chieftain of the Zhao tribe clutched his chest and asked through clenched teeth.
With this sharp cry, the inner hall suddenly plunged into darkness—black as ink, the kind where one could not see their own hand in front of their face. A chilling wind howled, and doors and windows moved autonomously without any breeze.
Yet what they did not expect was that Lu Wu had inadvertently learned of this plan and swiftly reported the intelligence to Zhurong.
Bai Ruo pushed Zhang Kecheng aside and walked straight toward the bedroom. Zhang Kecheng hurried to follow, sliding in sideways just as the door was about to close.
Thus, looking at it this way, one could easily guess why the old man possessed extraordinary skills yet still struggled to afford a meal to this day.
Xie Guangkun even triggered his awakening skill; countless fine threads in his hand converged to form an electric baton over a meter long and twenty centimeters wide.
On both sides of Hao Chengleng's body, bullets pierced the ground, and the splashing dust rose like the horn of war.
Although the strange beast inside her arms was restless, constantly hissing, scratching, and biting, Zhusha possessed the defensive power of Metal-element vital force, so she was not afraid at all. She simply channeled her whole body's strength to tighten her grip, hugging the strange beast tightly.

After listening to Xia Haoyu's explanation, I hurriedly turned my head, my face full of disbelief. I never imagined that Xia Haoyu would remember such minute details so clearly. If these clues could track down the forces behind Yu Minghui, then how far could we be from our happiness?
Prince Xuan hesitated for only a moment before immediately beginning to summon the dragon soul within the imperial mausoleum, because in this situation, aside from having the dragon soul possess him, it seemed difficult to resolve the crisis otherwise.
"I am the landlord. I'm here just to ask when you're going to pay the rent you owe me. This is already three months overdue," the old man pulled several IOUs from his pocket and fluttered them in the wind.
Aside from keeping two shops and an apartment in the city center, she donated all her remaining property.
"Roar~!" Just as it landed on the ground, a magical beast rushed out from right behind the sapling of the Tree of Life—wasn't it the light tiger cub they had encountered earlier?
Upon hearing the Third Princess's words, Meng Qi's face turned as dark as Zhang Fei's, but this time he wasn't pretending. This time it was genuine and authentic.
It made her so furious! Why did they have to be like this? Didn't they just want to marry the Third Prince? Why did they still have to stir up so much trouble?
One had to admit that the saying "money makes the ghost push the mill" was extremely reasonable. How much illicit money had these people earned behind the scenes to dare dock the cruise ship here with such absolute confidence?
Mother Wang looked suspiciously into the room, but it was completely empty. Pan Jinlian had already gone up to her room, curled up under the covers, her tears soaking through Wusong's lapels.
I glanced at my phone; it was a little past eleven in the night, which was still quite early for a night owl like me. After scrolling through Weibo for a long time without knowing what to look at, I had no choice but to open a chat and dating app.
Ever since coming to this company, so many bizarre events had occurred consecutively. I didn't know what else might happen if I continued to stay here, whether the next person to disappear would be me, and whether the uncanny incidents in the office were related to that faceless monster.