Chapter 42 Petty
The grain-drying ground.
The production team's butcher was bleeding the wild boar.
Nearby, the long-disused large stove had been relit, with hot water bubbling inside.
After returning home, Hua Ning took a quick shower and changed her clothes.
By the time she arrived, the grain-drying ground was filled with a festive and cheerful atmosphere.
With everyone lending a hand, the wild boar was quickly depilated and placed on the butchering table for meat distribution.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The familiar sound of the gong rang out.
On one hand, he sent people to inform the Wu family about the matter; on the other hand, he ordered men to head to places like Shanxi to dispose of his business interests there. He always had a bad feeling that this matter would not simply end here.
Everyone who passed by could not help but wonder: Does this kind of otherworldly beauty actually exist in reality?
"What do you know? I heard Ah Jin say before that the Phoenix Deity rode in a flower chariot," Qin Fengyi said.
In fact, Lin Feng's disemboweling skill level had already reached level six, whereas at the current stage, even the top-tier thieves only had level three skills. The damage they dealt simply could not be compared.
Passing through the spatial barrier of the wizard tower, Patch walked down the spiral staircase to the first floor, just in time to see Oriana holding a tray and placing it on the long table in the middle of the hall.
Before knowing the specific details of the blind date, Ye Jiarou was daydreaming alone about making Ye Chu humiliate herself.
Upon hearing the young man's cry, Jim, who was standing slightly older and nearby, hurriedly strode over a few steps and leaned over to peer through the telescope.
"What are you here for again?" he asked coldly, his voice sounding like newly melted snow from the Tianshan Mountains, lacking its usual warmth and gentleness.
The next moment, Ambro heard only a huge explosion before being swept away and sent flying by the blast wave.
Black Wind was startled and instantly burst forth with energy, repelling Yi Yi in all directions. Yi Yi did a few spins in the air before executing a very cool landing.
However, when these powerful figures passed by a statue, they subconsciously slowed their pace, a trace of respect appearing in their eyes.
From below the neck to the soles of the feet, a total of sixteen gunshots. The fatal ones were primarily five locations: two bullets grazed the heart, one shattered the extrapericardial blood vessel, one entered the lung, and one struck the stomach. Surviving this could already be considered a miracle.
Such self-detonation behavior was something only Jun Shimai could pull off, and everyone was extremely shocked by it. Chen Nian truly wanted to split open Jun Shimai's head to see what was inside. Well, now Yan Jiang and his faction's target had been changed to "Lingyue".
When Hayumi and the others regained their sight, they found themselves inside a massive room—a huge silvery room containing nothing else except the color silver.
"You'd better figure out how to save your own life first," Liu Dan kicked him back down and said.
A full bowl of meat was wolfed down by Zhou Wutian in less time than it took to brew a cup of tea. However, full as the bowl was, for Zhou Wutian, who was currently severely injured and recovering, it was barely enough to get between his teeth. Zhou Wutian needed much more food.
"I just want to fight with strong opponents," Yilona said with an innocent and naive expression.
Young Master Jin making this phone call was equivalent to poking a hornet's nest belonging to the Chu family. Qi Hao still had no idea what kind of trouble Chu Hong had brought upon him.
"Elder, I would like to ask you about a few things. Please forgive me for any intrusion." Zhou Wutian's voice suddenly resounded in the room. Hearing the voice, the old man felt a chill in his heart and immediately prepared to leap up to grab his weapon for defense.
It was only today that he thoroughly understood the true purpose of the Purifying Heart Profound Art: it was to purify the soul, not to strengthen it.
The opponent's pulse was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, likely because they were well aware of their own physical condition and were mobilizing their internal Qi to resist the foreign entity inside their body. Naturally, under such circumstances, their pulse would fluctuate between strong and weak.