Chapter 55: Whatever You Can't Finish Just Shows You're a Weakling

Looking at them, none of them seem to have any brains, so eating them won't bring any psychological burden.
However, since the fish has grown this big, it probably doesn't need as many as thirteen.
"If you feel tired, catching fewer is fine too, let's just make it seven," Qin Xiaoyu said to the Iron Pot.
"Honk?"
The Iron Pot was catching them with great enthusiasm, and upon hearing this, it looked puzzled. After thinking for a moment, it asked earnestly:
"Honk?"
What's the difference between catching thirteen and catching seven?
Qin Xiaoyu: "Catching thirteen..."

Faced with Luo Ling's overly sweet and aggressive words, Luo Hua decided to turn the tables. She leaned in and kissed her directly, smoothly pinning her older sister Luo Ling onto the seat.
Just at that moment, a huge, specially made 70mm bullet traced a graceful arc through the air, shooting straight toward the head of the mutated vulture.
Eight ninjas surrounded a campfire, roasting meat of unknown origin over the flames.

However, he only knew that a powerful entity had entered the Above-Cloud Realm, and was completely unaware of the specific identity of the Heavenly Dao Demon Saint.
Lin Sen did not react for a moment, but he knew very well: how is this kind of behavior any different from being sneaky?
"I am so sorry, President Jiang," Lu Wangning said in a fluster, hastily pulling several sheets of paper from the desk and pressing them against his trousers.
Emperor Dingyuan had no idea at the time that Lord Zhao indeed often put on a stern face to intimidate people when he was in front of the one he loved.
A powdery substance, almost capable of covering the horizon, drifted down from Dvalin, accompanied by a faint halo, while Dvalin rolled back and forth in agony amidst the sky woven from that powder.
Lin Sen was well aware that before heading to the Dark Side, Murong Xue would never be willing to let him die.
Yet, wanting to make the three great sacred palaces obediently bow in submission using just a token seemed somewhat whimsical.
Granny Meng looked at Zhang Shaojiu, who was lying flat on the ground outside, with no intention whatsoever of helping him or letting him rest inside the house. She simply replied quietly from within.
As time passed, however, their injuries would only grow increasingly severe, ultimately torturing them slowly to death.
Hearing this, Zhu Dapi did not feel that he had just lost face and couldn't show himself in public. After all, for those who wandered the martial world, they could lack anything else, but they needed a thick skin. In fact, among underworld figures, this face was both what they thickened and what they demanded.
Many people only consider buying properties in the urban area when purchasing a home. Therefore, this naturally means that this district will definitely experience rapid development in the future. People from the urban area always carry a sense of superiority—this saying is absolute truth when applied to Guancheng.

Yet, upon second thought, her sister's words made sense; the city possessed much better medical conditions. If her old mother's illness could truly be cured, it would finally put a heavy burden to rest.
Hu Shuisheng closed the stone door, then let out a cold sneer: "Fight, fight as hard as you can. I'd like to see which of you can outmaneuver the other." Hu Shuisheng had deliberately handed the sect master token to the Second Elder precisely to provoke discord between the Second Elder and the Great Elder. Judging by initial appearances, his scheme had succeeded.
Even so, hearing Cao Yue praise her appearance still brought joy to her heart, and her inner gloom dissipated much more than before.
Well, in truth, cultivators who had reached their level of cultivation were nearly all like this; even Xu Tian was much the same. His dominance and tyranny were displayed solely in the presence of the weak.
Jin Xuejun nodded, indicating that not only did their group need to stay neatly together, but they also needed to keep things spotless. Having said that, he glanced toward the room where Lee Seung-soo was staying.
Since the instructor and Major General Zhong later demonstrated extraordinary combat prowess, there was no reason they couldn't take down that high-grade ancient corpse with the golden mask back then. Obviously, the moment they laid eyes on the golden mask, they already knew the origin of that corpse. Both parties harbored their own hidden agendas, utilizing the corpse to locate the site while incidentally dragging me—the crucial key—into the pit.
Furthermore, for people like Cai Buren and Man Qianyi, as long as they were given an enemy they could fight, that was quite enough. As for whether that enemy happened to be the Human Emperor or the Giant Clan, they truly didn't care all that much.