Chapter 43 Wanting to Beat It to Death Too

Although the chickens at home had changed somewhat, they were still mostly fed on their usual rice bran with very few vegetable leaves, so the changes weren't all that noticeable.

Without needing Qin Xiaoyu to help, their movements were swift and practiced, catching each bird with infallible precision.

As soon as one was caught, the medicine was forced down its throat, and it was tossed aside.

There was no fear of mixing them up; the ones that had been dosed were invariably left lying on the ground, twitching in bitterness for quite a while. By the time they finished dosing the entire flock, the first one probably still wouldn't have recovered.

Grandma Qin stood not far away watching.

Swish! High in the air, a black hawk swept and circled, its sharp gaze constantly scanning the forest below as if searching for prey.

Du Lü let out a roar, his primary spirit weapon bursting with an aura capable of tearing the earth apart. In an instant, the pitch-black saber transformed into a black hole, sucking the sunlight of heaven and earth into itself. Iron-clad will rolled within his mind, and his spiritual intent whipped up ten thousand layers of raging waves.

After finishing these tasks, Dugu Xing turned and left, leaving the two bewildered guards standing in place and staring at each other in dismay.

"Why wouldn't I dare!" With a flick of his finger, Li Yunchen sent a stone stool flying straight toward Xia Shuixian, landing beside her. He then walked over and sat down beside her, gently wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

If Ye Bai were to completely lose himself, then he would no longer be able to exist. With his very self gone, how could there be any talk of anything else?

Had Ye Bai not attained an extremely profound understanding of the Path of the Wusheng Sword and the Confucian Haojan Sword Qi, he would never have survived either.

At his side, Zhao Minshi drew out a delicate handkerchief and, with a tender gaze, gently wiped the sweat from Chen Kuangtian's forehead. Fat Tiger, incorrigible as ever, crowded up to Liu Yu to engage in a grand and eloquent discourse, while not far away, Ling Cairer was mingling effortlessly with the other three.

Regarding the Xuan Seal, many sensitive matters naturally could not be spoken of. But some trivial details were harmless to mention.

The Black Rock Mountain Range was indeed far more dangerous than the Tiandu Mountain Range. Thinking of this, Yunfang shivered slightly. With a movement of his figure, he swept across the peak and headed far into the distance.

Chen Kuangtian cast a warm glance at Zhao Minshi, then smiled calmly and said, "With Cairer Junior Sister's present strength, I'm afraid even this senior brother might not be able to defeat you. You'd better stop making fun of me."

"Sis, that's because you haven't used our specialty weight-loss medicine yet," the aesthetician said with a smile.

Fang Quan's expression remained calm, like a pool of stagnant water. His body was actually absorbing the wisps of spiritual qi mist, though at an extremely slow pace.

In some unfathomable way, he had a premonition that these auras of blood could lead him to explore his own secrets.

This logic was very simple, just like why Huayi or other companies wouldn't try to recruit Jiang Wen nowadays.

These two items were the core organs of a spiritual beast; the spiritual qi they contained was not only abundant but also reeked of wild bestiality. If controlled even slightly improperly, they could pose a massive threat to him.

"Oh, by the way, have you heard? It seems Lee Jae-yong is going through a divorce," Liang Jingyu suddenly recalled something she had heard and mentioned it casually to Zhao Fuzheng.

At the very beginning, she could still remind Sun Wukong of his past origins, but later on, Tang Chan discovered that whenever she wanted to inform Sun Wukong of his origins, she would sense an unfathomable, invisible power monitoring her and hanging high beside her.

It splashed up a spray of grease and water. The scalding oil droplets fell to the ground, and wherever the earth was still damp, intense hissing sounds would raise white wisps of mist.

Zheng Zhong also resigned himself to his fate; further resistance was entirely meaningless. His body simply trembled, not daring to move an inch.

It was rare to find someone so clear-headed. When everything in the family was safe and prosperous, he could afford to be a profligate young master.

Heaven and earth abruptly lost their color. The tattooed purple snake on the bald man's head emitted a dazzling brilliance, and immediately his body began to undergo a violent transformation. Bit by bit, his head merged into the head of the tattooed purple snake, evolving into the head of a snake.

Faced with that punch of terrifying destructive power, the old man hurriedly met it with all his might. Yet at this moment, his former elegance was completely gone; the strength of the evolved Heavenly Fiend Puppet was far beyond what he could have imagined. With a low, deep crash, a muffled groan escaped his throat, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered violently backward.