The Meaning of Effort

Shakespeare once said that life is short, but if lived poorly, it becomes unbearably long. I hope you all can truly understand this sentiment. Belinsky casually remarked that good books are the most precious treasures. This inspired me to confront an awkward truth: Democritus once said that moderation increases pleasure and enhances enjoyment. I hope you will appreciate these words as well. Following this discussion, Abraham Lincoln once said, “I may walk slowly, but I never...”

She had indeed been studying those rare and curious herbs and had made such medicines, but never imagined he had learned this as well.

I quite agree with Old Wang’s idea: if you can’t win, run—that has always been my motto. Yet his words were met with a simultaneous sneer from the three of them.

Such a disparity, when spoken aloud, might not faze a prodigal son like Ouyang Jie in the least, nor cause him to blush. However, his elder kin, Ouyang Dufeng, would surely feel somewhat unsettled.

Su Jin was so anxious over the matter that she lost her appetite. Yan Biyun, watching her with a heavy heart, personally cooked several of her best dishes at noon to whet Su Jin’s appetite and sent someone to invite her to dine at the Yuelai Inn. Yet Su Jin had no mood to eat; unwilling to offend Yan Biyun, she sat at the table picking at the food without tasting it.

Su Jin picked up a jar of wine, removed the clay seal, and took a long sip straight from the jar, praising, “Excellent wine!” Then she lifted the jar and poured the dark liquid into her bowl as if splashing ink.

“Luo Xue, get it straight—the beast was killed by me, so why is your arm twisted like that?” Zhao Jun’s face was filled with dissatisfaction.

There is no essential difference between the fourth and fifth ranks, but since they are different ranks, a certain gap still exists between the two.

For a moment, the entire team was thrown into chaos, floundering like headless flies, unable to find direction. The team channel was filled with curses at Ye Ci and complaints against Qian Kewanjiang, creating a cacophony that was most vexing.

Moreover, every night Peng Pai dreamed of a man dressed in black accusing and berating him, even threatening that within three months, he would bring death to his entire family.

“Mom, I suddenly remembered there’s something at the company, so I’m heading there first.” Luo Yicheng said coldly without bothering to explain further, then left.

Ayena’s eyes held no one but Mo Yu. Zhi Qian was like air—colorless and tasteless, lingering nearby unnoticed. She was already certain that the noble young master before her was the Flower God. Others might not recognize him, but Mo Yu’s face had been deeply engraved in Ayena’s heart; she could identify him without a doubt.

They could also sense that Han Yingju was indifferent to them, and that it was only Liu Shi energetically matchmaking between them.

Empress Shengyuan feigned illness, pressing her head against a soft pillow nearby, crying quietly and shaking her head in anger.

“Yao Yao!” Feng Qingyao, unable to ask how he came, rushed over and held Yao Yao tightly in her arms.

The man sighed helplessly, placed her on the sofa, then crouched before her, wiping the fine sweat from her forehead.

After resting a while in the Moon God’s Mansion, Zi Wu and Zhu Bi planned to leave and rest briefly at the Huayue Palace.

As before, because no one knew they didn’t have to really die at the start, combined with a two-hundred-person limit, many gave up when they couldn’t gather enough people.

“They’ll probably discuss it carefully before coming over; they should leverage their numerical advantage well. Also, this terrain offers few hiding places—mostly just accounting for desert characteristics,” Qin Ruixi said calmly.

After An Xinyue left, Chu Luo waited a moment before entering. Water Anluo had already finished speaking with Jing Xin.

“Hey, hey, when will you change that firecracker temper of yours? I didn’t say anything bad, just casually asked,” Yang Xuemin said helplessly.

“That’s not bad,” Prime Minister Mo raised an eyebrow at General Zhao, showing he felt quite positive.

“Manager Ning, you, you, you...” Qian also wanted to ask if this was true but didn’t know how to start.

Suddenly, all the doors and elevators in the nuclear shelter opened, and every mutated black man received the same command: to act, to destroy everything destructible, and kill all living beings.

Chen Shi’s arrival naturally caused little commotion; after all, these were entrepreneurs who had no need to flatter others, especially those managing unrelated departments.

Even after rebirth, Han Miao still couldn’t forget how Murong Li looked at her like a lowly insect—wasn’t it just because of her family’s power that she fared well in the apocalypse?

“What did you say? Xiangfei died because she took some elixir?” Chu Yanzhi’s face darkened as he stared fiercely at Li Po. In this gloomy weather, his expression looked even more ferocious, like a malevolent spirit risen from hell, chilling all who beheld him.

Nangong Tian had received this news long ago; in fact, he had quietly determined today as the day to hold the event.

A massive black-robed bear was instantly blasted with a deep hole burning with scorching black flames, flesh and blood flying.

Don’t forget, two years ago, to avenge his brother, he had stormed the heart of the underworld alone and emerged unscathed—his skills were truly formidable.

“It’s a pity you haven’t been attending classes at Hogwarts lately. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, is quite interesting. I’ve been here four years, and this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class is the best I’ve ever had,” Cedric boasted to Lynn about the new professor.

Lin Wei’s lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile, feeling a spark of curiosity and joy reminiscent of when he first encountered biological experiments in his past life.

There was also his younger brother—he wondered what he thought. If he wanted to buy a house in Yangcheng, he would get him another one later.

From the very beginning, Emperor Lianhua had already set the stage, exploiting the fervent loyalty of the warriors from the Holy Land of Heaven to serve his own ends.