Chapter 58 Are you tired of living?

Tossing and turning all night, Fang Yun finally drifted off to sleep close to morning.
Yet it felt as though she had only just closed her eyes when a voice rang out beside her ear.
"Xiaoyun? Xiaoyun, wake up, it's time to set off."
Opening her eyes, she saw Feng Li standing right before her, fully dressed and bundled up like a bear. Had she not heard her voice, Fang Yun might not even have recognized her.
She hazily propped herself up, only to see that the tent was already empty.

Although the crew had a day off, John could not rest. As the director and producer, countless matters awaited his attention.
Looking at the boy's disheveled state—drenched in sweat and panting heavily—Lin Tao suddenly experienced a flash of insight.
"Kill!" Ming Yiran's eyes shone brilliantly. With a flick of the long sword in her hand, crystalline blossoms of blood instantly materialized in the void, exquisite and breathtaking. With a soft "pop," each bloom burst open, and countless petals drifted down, turning into a rain of falling blossoms across the sky.
Hearing this, Ling Zhou was momentarily stunned, then recalled his agreement with Yu Hongjing made back on Red Leaf Mountain when they planted the Dahongpao tea trees. They were to hold this year's tea gathering on Red Leaf Mountain in Lanling on the day of the full moon, August 15th.
How could Dachu not understand the logic of treating a dead horse as a live one? Yet, as a father, who could remain entirely calm in such a situation?

"Wah-zai, I know you must still be awake. I'm calling you so we can talk for a bit, okay?" With that, Gong Yufei's call came through.
"What is going on, are these people insane? Instead of driving, they chose to run?" Just as this man muttered these eccentric words in confusion, he suddenly saw a huge red mushroom cloud rising into the sky through his rearview mirror.
Clearly, his fleet had firmly locked onto the Star Alliance warships, and he had been willing to suffer heavy losses rather than let the Star Alliance break through his containment net. How could a Star Alliance warship have suddenly bypassed his defensive positions and appeared on Earth?
Having frequently played various survival games in the past, he knew very well that behind every boss, there was bound to be some kind of hidden treasure chest.
Not only had BYD failed to pay, but a vast array of component suppliers had hardly received any payments either.
She now needed to rest up and adequately prepare herself for the first monthly exam of the semester.
To be honest, as a wanderer, Ning Xiu had seen more than enough of the cruelest sides of human nature; he certainly wasn't as optimistic as the old-timer.
"Wang Jian, you're a good person. Luoji is a good person. I am also a good person. So, do you know what good people have in common?" Feng Mu suddenly asked a seemingly completely unrelated question.
Sinews groaned under the strain, muscles dripped with sweat through repetition, and bones deformed under the weight of iron as time flowed along with the clock's hands, circle after circle.
To be honest, until today, Xu Shenxue finally understood why old Mr. Xu attached such great importance to this Luo Yinian; Luo Yinian was truly exceptionally skilled at poaching talent, and his wage management standards were also very high.

Although Diamond-tier Lord props still lagged behind the supreme Mythic-tier Lord props by the gaps of Epic and Legendary, they were already exceedingly rare items at present.
Inside the room, Xie Qi sat on the floor, staring blankly as mud and blood oozed from his ten fingers, his gaze lifeless.
Shameless vixen, no wonder President Xu always rushes to go out with her... She's probably already delivered herself straight to President Xu's bed by now.
Not only did he fail to push it forward by even a fraction, but in the end, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his complexion turned exceptionally pale.
To recount the other side of the story, Zhenyuanzi failed to find any news of the Ginseng Fruit Tree from Qin Fang, and after much hesitation, he finally set his sights on Guanyin.
Ouyang Xue wore a deeply wounded expression as she slowly approached. "I picked a bad time to come back, didn't I?" Her tone carried both mockery and a bitter smile.
Mu Li sat in the large armchair, pushed his feet against the floor, and the chair spun in place, turning him to face the glass window.
There were already plenty of planned matters, and all sorts of extra tasks came like wheat being harvested—cut down batch after batch, only for more to grow.