Volume 1, Chapter 31: If This Continues, I Will Die

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To facilitate her writing, Shen Zhiyi set up a table under a large tree. She did not need to be on-site to record the work points; instead, each production team leader would report who had performed which tasks and how many points they had earned, and Shen Zhiyi would record the details one by one in the logbook.

Unexpectedly, the snow in the Plum Garden had not yet been cleared, and His Majesty the Emperor, in a moment of carelessness, slipped and fell, unfortunately injuring his left knee.

Alas, he no longer had the strength to even raise his head to curse; he could only groan continuously, grit his teeth, and reach out with a trembling hand to grab a packet of medicinal powder.

As for the few remaining stragglers, the Blood Vine was there to finish them off. From the moment the lobsters began their massive invasion of Qingyun Village until now, apart from damage to over an acre of dark-skinned watermelons, the rest of the crops had remained completely unscathed—a feat for which Fang Chen's three spirit beasts were absolutely indispensable.

The number of elders in the Green Jade Sect was limited, and excluding those who had already taken the stage, the audience had almost guessed them all.

"Do you really think I would give you something so important?" Li Shaofan said with disdain. He was joking; the Heart of the World was the foundation of his very existence. If he gave it to them, he wouldn't survive a single second in this godforsaken place. Moreover, Li Shaofan believed that even if he did give it to them in the end, they would kill him anyway.

The opponent might also be a Golden Bone or Golden Venerable expert; otherwise, the Corpse Yin Sect would not have been willing to bring out a Golden Corpse.

In fact, under normal circumstances, even though the workload for the third year of high school was equally heavy, Lin Feng’s speed and efficiency in doing homework meant he could usually finish everything by around eleven o'clock at night.

The Seven Kills and the others present felt a sense of inexplicable excitement mingled with complex emotions. After glancing at Liu Qian in unison, they ultimately followed him down.

Ye Tian nodded, hurried back to his room, threw on a coat, and headed straight out.

No sooner had Lin Chen finished speaking than a playing card darted in through the crack in the office door. It spun twice in front of their necks before slowly and leisurely drifting back out through the gap.

However, Su Xue'er kept insisting that if she hadn't wanted to help Xie Qingqing with her work, she wouldn't have been injured.

Upon hearing that tools needed to be purchased, Feng Jinyuan suppressed the joy in his heart and introduced the prices to the elephants.

Just as she was hesitating whether or not to see who Lin Chen was meeting, she saw a car parked at the entrance, and her expression suddenly turned cold.

After finally managing to dismiss the Emperor and his entourage, Chu Yunchen rolled his eyes and said coldly, "The Emperor of You'an Kingdom is even more idle than I am." Lin Yi’s mouth twitched. Ignoring him, she went straight to the garden, knowing that Rumeng would be there watering the flowers.

According to Sun Jie's detection results, one of the killers was a C-rank superhuman, which meant the opponent’s mental attribute was over 20.

But now that the beast coins had been stolen, his dream was shattered; he feared he would never have the chance to build a beast garden again.

He Keren gazed from outside the main gate for a moment before stepping inside and walking toward the edge of the arena. The people around paid no mind to such a strange, secretive person.

The venomous snake attacking Minato stiffened in mid-air, and Orochimaru's amber vertical pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles.

If they could produce a sensational variety show, the popularity cycle of the program could be extended by at least three seasons.

Yet today, the rules had been broken and applied to the most distinguished person in the Dark Empire—it was truly ironic.

"Mother is willing; Mother will agree to anything you ask," Wumian nodded amidst the flames, her voice coming in broken gasps.

Shasheng was highly efficient; by the next morning, Gu Changqing had already received word from him.

Under the cover of night, a massive shadow lunged out. Immediately afterward, several blinding beams of light were cast down from the mountainside, and Reno and the others scrambled to avoid the flying sand and rocks.