Volume 1, Chapter 48: Luck Stat Zero, Giant Wave Warning

Leeks, after all, are harvested crop after crop.
As for radishes, it wasn't that he loved eating them so much, but simply because they grew quite pleasing to the eye.
Upon returning, Ye Cheng checked the system; his points had reached 220, marking a substantial increase for the day.
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Upon waking up, the very first thing Ye Cheng did was open the system interface.
Luck: 0
Points: 220
Seeing that his luck value had dropped to zero, Ye Cheng, who was still lying in bed, was so startled that he leaped straight up. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly before finally confirming that there was indeed a minus sign in front of the number.
"What the hell? What kind of garbage system is this, how could it even produce a negative number?"
What did this even mean? With a low luck value, he wouldn't be able to pick up anything, he...
When this news was released, everyone who saw it was utterly bewildered, dumbfounded, and unable to believe their eyes.
Cheng Xin looked at Ye Wuya walking in and momentarily froze. She had originally intended to hurl some sarcasm, but now that she was face-to-face with the principal himself, she felt somewhat unnatural.
Near the Rainbow Square in District Seven, there was a seafood wholesale market, and the car had been found in the open-air parking lot of that market.
Listen here, ever since she found out last time that her WeChat messages could be snooped on by others, they had agreed never to discuss sensitive topics again.
Mind you, they all belonged to prestigious aristocratic families after all, and their elders had various social intersections to some extent. No matter how heated their disputes were, very few people would display their hostility so overtly on their faces. Someone as direct as Ye Wuya was indeed a rare sight.
Zhang Ming naturally understood that for mega-superstars like them, their popularity was already terrifyingly immense.
After crying for a while, the young boy followed Tang Feng's suggestion: he dug a large pit and buried Cheng Li along with the rest of the guards together.
With that, all eight of them drew their firearms simultaneously and unleashed a hail of gunfire toward Zhao Qingqing, with one of them even pulling out a micro-submachine gun.
The room instantly fell dead silent. Aoxue stared wide-eyed at her husband, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
Had it not been for the phone call he needed to make to Yan Fei, Li Nanhui's manager, he would have already left this place for his secret lair.
Hearing Gu Xue'er put it this way, Grand Tutor Gu was momentarily stunned, unable to think of a single argument to refute her for a moment.
Yet at this very moment, it felt as though his spine had been fiercely jabbed by a rod forged of "experience," causing him to stumble forward a step along the path called "life."
Calculating the time, Yu Qian had gone in quite a while ago, yet still had not emerged. Not knowing what was happening inside the command center at this very moment, she felt her heart filled with anxious and restless thoughts.
Just as Zhen Nianshuang was preparing to continue contracting the puppet, she saw that the rocket she was allowed to exist in temporarily had been sucked in without truly vanishing.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the masters distributed red envelopes to the servants. Li Chongjun quietly gave the maids in his elder brother's courtyard red envelopes containing a larger sum than in previous years. Consequently, the bonds between the maids in both quarters rapidly warmed up, and since it was still the festive New Year season, they frequently visited and interacted with each other.
A gatekeeper came to report. The moment Yang Boqing heard that Li Mingshuo and his servant had come to visit, his expression changed instantly; he had an ominous premonition that Li Mingshuo had gotten into trouble again.
Han Donglang hurriedly ran toward Han Chenxing's room. Just as he reached the doorway and came to a halt, he suddenly saw Ren Youlan and Li Keyong whispering closely together, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter. He quickly stepped across the threshold and stood behind them to listen intently.
By the early afternoon, Moge had already taken leave and returned to his grandparents' home to celebrate the holiday, leaving only Songzhu, a personal attendant, behind to await his master's dispatch.
Yu Liang turned his head to look at Matimi opposite him, who was currently staring back at him with a bewildered expression.
Following that, he manipulated the mecha to move forward while the components on the other side embedded themselves seamlessly into place.
"Why do all of you assume that we are bound to lose this martial arts arena match against these three?" Yunfan asked with a bitter smile upon hearing this.
"Who wants your pity? So what if you pity me? I never intended to make you marry me, but I don't want to be discarded like garbage either. This taste, this feeling—you will never understand." Tang Qi's tone carried a hint of willful petulance mixed with sorrow.
"Young Master, you knew?" Yu Hao seemed somewhat flustered, not expecting Liyue to be aware of these matters.
Observing the reactions of his several sons, Pei Cuo did not rush to question them. Instead, he sat leisurely to one side, sipping newly brewed tea.
Huailiang caught his breath, his dazed and vacant eyes gazing blankly at the surroundings, looking toward the south. The Wucun post station was only seven or eight miles away now. No matter what, he had to push through these short seven or eight miles; he could not let a mere stretch of seven or eight miles result in the death of a loyal and brave man.
"Sovereign, Master, please forgive me! This general overstepped, I beg the Master to spare my life!" Upon hearing Cang Yunqing's warning, Li Qihu was so frightened that he immediately dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
Today's events had truly terrified everyone. Hua Biluo flatly refused to leave Hua Qingyan's side by even half a step, insisting on keeping her strictly within her line of sight to feel at ease.
"What is there to be afraid of? Haven't you seen it before?" Aiping grabbed her hand and pulled her inward, leaving Leuo no room to back down.
Qiu Mingyan clutched his aching chest in silence and continued to watch Feng Chengyue with an expression that clearly said, "I simply don't believe it."
Not long after Feng Shuhe turned and fled outside, he felt a faint chill creeping up from behind. Without turning back, he knew that the bizarre entity had caught up.
This played right into Ron's hands—the route Old Bai had chosen was entirely forest. He wasn't sure if he would be able to find food next time, and this half-eaten wild hare would serve perfectly for his next meal.
That hideous visage and agonizing sensation seemed close at hand once again. Chu Si halted her steps and drew in a deep breath of cold air, only then managing to suppress the surging murderous intent in her chest.
Of course what she said wasn't true, because all of Catherine's survival knowledge on the deserted island had been taught to her by Ron.
This gesture left Mu Duoduo utterly stunned. It was the first time a boy other than her family members had treated her this way.
Chu Si was surprised that the Bai family woman had arrived so late. Had she come earlier, she certainly would not have missed the opportunity to torment Qin Xue. Last night, Chu Bingsong killed Qin Xue, which truly could be considered her good fortune.
At that exact moment, my mind felt as though it had been struck heavily by something, turning completely blank. I stood there holding the child in a daze.
The steward did not attempt to persuade him to stay. Glancing at the young imperial physician's retreating figure, he hastily closed the vermilion lacquer gates. Imperial Physician Li was young and upright, completely unversed in the sinister machinations of the palace. Upon returning to the Jingyang Palace, he reported everything truthfully.
Yet the more Qiao Qinqin acted this way, the more repulsive Xi Feng found her, and the closer he grew to An Zhi instead.
"You never once looked at me properly from beginning to end, so what does it matter whether my words count or not?" His mocking voice, low and slow, carried a heavy undertone of accusation.