"Wow! What a handsome pose!"
This was what the straw bunny thought to itself.
However, very quickly, "Roar!!"
A roar that seemed to come from the depths of its soul rang out, and in that instant, the eyes of the straw bunny that had just been ogling Lu Yuan as he walked by radiated an eerie blue light!
Originally the cute and lovely straw bunny bared its straw teeth to Lu Yuan, as if letting out two low beastly growls!
Before one even knew, the tiny straw bunny was surrounded by the chaotic footsteps of several straw men, shambling towards Lu Yuan with an bizarre gait!
"Squeak squeak!"
The straw bunny also let out a sharp cry, nimbly shooting towards Lu Yuan like lightning!
Seeing the meatball-like bundle of straw hurtling towards him from the ground, Lu Yuan suddenly roared, "Powerful whip kick!!"
Bang!
Whoosh—
Lu Yuan simply kicked out his leg as if kicking a soccer ball, punting the cute and lovely straw bunny high into the sky.
While it seemed extremely cruel, it was actually the most merciful treatment these straw creatures could receive.
Next, Lu Yuan brandished his surgical knife.
As everyone knows, Lu Yuan's surgical knife has one hundred and eight different detachable blade heads.
The surgical knife he took out this time looked similar to an ordinary one, except that this one could fold.
Lu Yuan unfolded it once, twice, three times, four times...
When he unfolded it the first time, the surgical knife turned into a dagger.
The second time, the dagger turned into a short sword.
The third time, the short sword turned into a long sword.
The fourth time, the long sword turned back into a surgical knife.
This was a surgical knife that only Lu Yuan in the world knew how to wield.
In fact, there wasn't much difference in the transformations from unfolding the surgical knife four times, just a difference of a dozen or so times in size.
This was a surgical knife that Lu Yuan specially prepared to perform surgery on giant mutant beasts in the wild.
In that moment, all the straw men were confused.
Some of the older straw men who had gradually developed a glimmer of intellect looked down at their own skinny bodies.
They seemed to question whether they even deserved to be attended to by such a surgical knife.
But their questioning was useless. Once they stood before the doctor, they had to obey.
Over there, Lu Yuan rushed towards the straw men with a caring smile on his face...
Swish swish swish—
Amidst the flying straw and the bloody wind, all that slowly floated down were straws no longer than 8 inches.
If one observed every straw carefully, one would find that not a single straw was over 20 centimeters long.
With the surgical knife slung over his shoulder, Lu Yuan stood amidst the falling straws, the cool drizzle and breeze messing up his previously neat hair. He looked up towards the foggy whiteness ahead and continued striding forward.
Bang!
Lu Yuan had barely taken a few steps when something suddenly crashed down from the sky, landing right in a muddy pit nearby and splashing mud all around.
It was the straw bunny that Lu Yuan had punted into the sky just now with a kick.
Tap tap tap—
Not far ahead of Lu Yuan, a few straw "men" were slowly shambling forward.
Unlike the straw men who had attacked Lu Yuan earlier, these were true scarecrows, their entire bodies wrapped in straw.
If these scarecrows were given more time, their flesh and blood would also completely turn into straw like the straw men who had attacked Lu Yuan.
Among them was Huang Ming and Xiao Chen.
Clearly, these straw men wrapped in straw were not as easy to control as the previous group that attacked Lu Yuan, since many still retained their own will. Hence, they did not move very quickly.
Ahead of this group of straw men was an exceptionally agile straw man of petite build!
Originally it was running at the back of the pack, but in just a few seconds, it had already left the group of straw men with wills of their own far behind!
At first this straw man would turn back and shout loudly at the group of straw men, but as more and more straw flew wildly through the air behind it as if money grew on trees, the straw man turned and fled towards the front without another word!
Soon, Lu Yuan caught up to that group of seven straw men, including Huang Ming and Xiao Chen.
But Lu Yuan just casually glanced at these straw men before calmly continuing his pursuit ahead.
"Huff...huff..."
Waves of hot air spewed out from a mouth full of straw. The petite straw man now felt extremely tired.
It had been running so quickly, yet the dangerous monster behind was getting closer and closer!
Suddenly, moisture appeared on the straw man’s forehead, though it didn't know whether it was from the drizzle in the sky or its own sweat.
Tap tap tap—
Not daring to look back again, the straw man could only step heavily and shallowly through the water-filled muddy potholes on the ground, trying with all its might to run forward.
Glancing back just now, the straw man felt its own little heart made of withered straw would nearly jump out of its straw body!
Gradually, the more the straw man ran, the more tired it felt. It was as if each bundle of straw on its body had turned into a heavy iron rod.
At the same time, from the intense exercise, the straw man felt very hot. Only the drizzle and breeze intermittently blowing over could provide some slight relief.
After running for who knows how long, the straw man decided to stop and rest a bit.
Splat!
But it had barely stopped running when it heard clear footsteps from behind!
Judging from the sound, the newcomer had just stepped into a puddle!
Hmph! Drown, you dead monster!
The straw man could only curse the pursuing monster silently, then continued to run ahead with all its might.
But...
It really couldn't run anymore.
The pitiful straw man had not felt its body so heavy since developing a consciousness.
It seemed each step forward took 100% of its strength.
"Huff...huff..."
Breathing from the straw man's mouth grew heavier and heavier. It desperately wished it could collapse onto the ground and sleep.
But logic informed it that it could not, because the monster behind was terrifying.
Extremely terrifying.
So bloody terrifying.
Itself was but a pitiful straw man occasionally eating passing monsters. But!
That monster, all he thought about was skinning its own kind alive!
The straw man’s little brain simply could not understand: how could such a monster exist in this world?!
How could there be a monster not wanting to eat, just wanting to disembowel its own kind?!
How could there be one who, upon first meeting its own kind, thought only of plucking all the straw off of them?!
Ah?! What kind of monster was this?!
In this moment, the straw man felt slightly regretful.
It shouldn't have, it shouldn't have...
Shouldn't have listened to that monster and provoked this other monster!
Monsters were still monsters after all, they should not be bothered!
In that moment, the straw man made a decision in its heart. If it survived today, from now on it would be content with just eating birds.
No, it would not eat monsters even if it were beaten to death!
Yeah, even if it died from hunger it would not eat monsters!
As it thought this, the straw man kept on stepping heavily and shallowly forward.
Soon, the straw man’s gaze grew uncertain again. Continuing forward would lead outside its turf.
Finally, the straw man running all this way stopped.
The light rain from the sky continued to drizzle. The straw man still felt its body was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
It truly was exhausted and also truly did not know whether to continue running.
Just as the straw man was hesitating, an ice-cold voice sounded in its ear: "After running all the way, my knife has warmed up, but your heart is still cold."
"Shall I cut it open to take a look?"
Suddenly, the straw man lowered its head to look at a water puddle before him.
It saw that the monster in the black windbreaker was crouched on its back, shining blade in hand.
As it turned out, its sense of heavy burden was not from exhaustion.
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
