Volume 1, Chapter 62: I've Heard Men Shouldn't Hold It In; The Longer You Hold It, The Worse It Gets!

He then recounted everything from how he injected the serum, how he remained in a dizzy coma for ten days, to how he discovered abnormalities in his body after waking up, and finally concluded that he must have awakened supernatural abilities.

Looking fat, clumsy, and weighing several hundred catties, the duck was clearly not a combat-type spirit beast and was nothing more than dead weight.

This could only suggest one thing: the place where the Yin-deficiency grass grew, while appearing to face the sun on the surface, was actually a place of extreme Yin energy. Alternatively, some Yin-attributed entity must be hidden beneath the surface to provide the conditions necessary for the grass to grow.

Ever since Ye Jing was locked up here, this senior had already been residing in this place. For more than four years, the two of them survived by watching batch after batch of cellmates die.

Early the next morning, Lin Haoyu returned to the Kyoto Television Station and summoned Hua Chenyu and Cang Qianqiu to practice singing together.

Looking at the phone screen where the call had already ended, she blinked her eyes in a daze and bewilderment.

Hearing this abruptly, my expression froze slightly. Then, narrowing my eyes, I looked at her with a sneer.

"Please don't be like this. I simply don't like Li Yuansi, and there is no possibility between the two of us." Although Wu Hao had a somewhat soft temperament, he could still distinguish right from wrong.

Lin Haoyu clicked his tongue in感慨 and hid backstage, quietly watching the impending catfight about to unfold between the two.

After enjoying a lavish dinner, Li Hongxiu offered polite apologies for any neglect and excitedly led Tianbao to the supermarket to buy snacks and toys. With nothing better to do, Lingyang sat on the living room sofa, intently watching a recently released variety show, savoring a rare moment of leisure.

Shi Hao soared into the air, refusing to dodge. He raised his fist and met the attack head-on—a genuine, solid collision devoid of any fancy tricks or falsity.

The stream that formed the waterfall originated from the main peak of the Jimenez Mountains, coursing through a vast expanse of tropical rainforest to arrive here, bringing with it an abundance of clear fresh water.

The two collided, instantly exchanging thousands of blows. Although the power of eroding time carried by the Dream Divine Machine's divine saber was far more troublesome than imagined, Xia Yang had risen from humble beginnings and suppressed numerous realms all the way to reach his current state. How could the power of time easily do anything to him?

The Emperor watched and began to laugh to himself, realizing that none of the snowmen had noses installed, featuring only mouths and a pair of eyes.

Su Yuyang sat with his eyes fixed straight ahead, and what came into view was a pair of legs. When Yan Li went out, she was wearing a skirt, so Su Yuyang was certain that the person before him was not Yan Li. The fingers holding the cigarette trembled, scattering ash onto the floor. In the dead air, the ash lay there quietly.

While speaking, Ling Miao clicked on Su Yuyang's Weibo homepage and found the post where he announced his coming out.

Ji Linxi could perceive Ling Miao's envy, yet he himself did not wish to be so universally popular among both the opposite and same sexes.

The man frowned slightly, letting her vomit to her heart's content before hauling her up and, enduring the pain in his leg, tossing her into the bathroom.

At first, he thought this was merely a coincidence, but the iron rule stating that "there are no coincidences in this world" kept him perpetually suspicious.

Striking with the speed of thunder, his punches battered the Destroyer's metallic frame, each impact leaving the machine teetering. Shang Qi often needed only a few punches to completely fracture the Destroyer's thick metal joints, depriving them of mobility.

He saw the internal energy in Lu Haikong's hands steadily intensifying as he began experimenting bit by bit. After a dozen attempts, Lu Haikong managed to figure out just the right amount of force needed to flick out a proper sound.

What caught Zhao Gang's attention was a bed that was made so neatly it looked as though no one had slept in it at all. Initially, it was precisely because of this that Zhao Gang and the others had completely overlooked this bunk, but upon closer inspection now, while the surface appeared orderly, there were actually numerous flaws.

At first hearing, this logic might sound somewhat plausible, but a moment's thought would reveal it to be utter nonsense.

The greatest genius since the creation of the heavens and earth in the Underworld—such was the evaluation Netherworld received from every single world it touched.

However, as long as she remained in this world, and as long as there were other experts in this world, she would inevitably cross paths with them eventually. Li Shuyu was not in a hurry; she intended to spend this period properly cultivating herself and enhancing her own strength.

The orchard was expansive, lush, and swaying in the breeze. Vibrant and resplendent with a riot of colors, it was exceedingly beautiful.

Why is Traditional Chinese Medicine said to be in decline? Because learning it, from being an apprentice to practicing independently, is impossible without taking a decade or so.

This second senior brother likewise steadfastly guarded his Daoist heart, but to a greater extent, he was somewhat obsessed with the Dao. He could pull out a stack of theoretical knowledge to explain any problem whatsoever, and in character, he was exceptionally earnest, capable of lecturing on grand principles until one's scalp went numb.

Chen Yu was so anxious that she burst into tears. Those venomous bees showed no chivalry, stinging whatever part of her they could catch.

"Not bad, you've improved." With those words came a kick, completely disregarding He San as a human being and sending him flying straight out.

Amidst such meditation, Lu Yuan actually fell asleep. Yet even in his slumber, his practice was not interrupted; the meditation continued on just like that.

May was a season of frequent rain, with a capricious climate featuring consecutive days of clear skies followed half a month of gloomy drizzle.

From his arrival to his departure, barely five minutes had passed. The situation shifted abruptly, and everyone was awed by Bai Jingshen's imposing aura, with no one daring to block his path.

Seeing the scene before her, Xu Yuanxin could not help but retch, and Ningshu felt a creeping chill settle in her heart.

Bai Jun wore an expression of regret for having spoken too much, her voice gradually tinged with a sob. Seeing her like this, the few men felt too ashamed to throw another tantrum and slumped back into their seats one by one.

At this moment, Zhang Wanrong's dark hair was as disheveled as straw. She knelt at the wellhead, as if something were dragging her downward.

Jinchanzi felt bewildered within, pondering to himself: weren't they supposed to be hunting down low-level monster lackneys? How did they end up straying away from the riverbank as they walked, winding up in a rural township instead? He could not help but furrow his brow and cast a glance at the monkey.

"Old Uncle Wang, go make arrangements and notify Wei Chen. The moment Zhou Yang joins the Shadow Guards, get rid of him." Watching his son leave, Wei Chen massaged his temples and said to Old Wang. The reason Wei Chen held Old Wang in such high regard was because Old Wang had once saved his father's life. Without his father, naturally, there would have been no him.