Chapter 42: A Rat's Life is One of Hard Labor

Xu Ying shook her head; perhaps there were still some undisclosed track and field training bases in Yisha City.
She unplugged the small electric pot used for cooking noodles, opened a bottle of soda, and began her dinner with a can of meat, quickly casting the matter to the back of her mind.
Tonight, Big Brother Vulture and the others hadn't flown over yet; they were probably taking their time, stopping and going, and wouldn't arrive until tomorrow.
Before handing them over to the staff at the raptor rescue center, she needed to sort out dinner for this flock of vultures.
As time gradually passed, Zhong Kui finally opened his eyes once more, made a reassuring gesture toward the others, and then slowly sat down on the ground to regulate his breathing through inner energy cultivation.
The Primordial King’s body trembled slightly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes as he looked at the Prime Minister and the Second Prince, finally nodding.
"Do not mention her," came a voice tinged with anger. He had already tried his utmost not to think of her; he had enough troubles as it was.
Turning his head, the illusory figures in his sight vanished instantly. Seeing that it was only Xia Liu looking at him with a worried expression, he let out a long sigh of relief. The scene from just moments ago had shocked him to the core.
Perhaps this is the only thing I care about—motivation. There can be many motives for coming to this ghostly place, but doing something isn't always just a flash of hot-headedness. In truth, I am well aware of how I differ from the others; I did not come here for money.
Lin Zhixiao gazed at the cliff on the mountain while thinking to himself: "Although the distance is vast, a red coat can still be spotted from quite far away. If one happens to be watching the cliff, they might just notice someone falling over it."
I could practically curse a blue streak. I gave you speed so you could fight the tribulation, not to run away, you tactical-less idiots.
The energy archers in Lala's team also began to draw their bows, notching arrows. Armed with green-tier bows and with energy clinging to the shafts, the arrow was already locked onto Shi Qianwei's forehead.
Although the words of the ancient sages were more rational, that was the most perfect state. Perhaps that was the realization a saint ought to have, but for an ordinary person, it was far too idealistic and much too perfect, making it feel all the more distant.
Just as He Xiang’s words fell, the jade slip recording the Heavenly Gang Art as well as the jade tablets containing the Traction Technique and the formula for the One-Qi Returning Origin Pill flew toward him. He caught them firmly in his palm and then stowed them away into his storage pouch.
They came one after another in an endless stream. Sheng Xuewei's image as a pure white lotus grew increasingly flawless, as she became active across various variety shows and programs, most of which were solo appearances.
Liang Xiu was like a frail lilac branch battered by a violent storm; she no longer cared whether her veil was still in place or not. After all, the Fengsui mark on her face was gone, and she was no longer the host of Fengsui—so what was the point of keeping her face covered?
However, how could the two brides who set the questions not have thought of the problems they themselves could easily foresee?
His most urgent task now was to track down the movements of Emperor Liangwang and rescue the heavily injured Liang Xiu from his grasp.
That afternoon, Zhao Yan summoned Ye Yisheng and Gu Xunyan into the palace, speaking directly within Du Wanyang’s chambers.
The strange man wearing a golden mask had pitch-black eyes that cast an eerie, bone-chilling glare under the night sky.
Yet, there was still a possibility that Liu Siye was trapped within. According to Li Wangyue, the ancient demon required the Seven-Orificed Exquisite Heart. If they delayed any longer, Liu Siye's chances of survival would be grim.
Low-pitched Sanskrit chants echoed throughout the entire cave. The moment those chants slipped from Ye Tianyu's lips, Jun Jiu felt as though his soul had been bound. Meanwhile, the blood upon the black bead seeped slowly into the ice coffin like tree roots, until the crimson threads covered the entire coffin.
Wearing an expression of solemnity, He Xiang stepped forward once more, entering the greenery without encountering any obstacles. This was an oasis; most of the vegetation within was withered, yet it was slowly turning green again, as if regaining a new lease on life.
Although Fang Xiao had the Fang family backing him, the Xiao family was by no means afraid of them. If your Fang family's ancestors had connections with the Master of the Sword, did not my Xiao family have them as well?