Don't follow the rules

Chapter 484: Haojiu Home Furnishing City (Sixty)

I've been having a strange feeling lately.

For her, exercising self-disciplinedly every day, practicing step by step, and enjoying the secretion of endorphins is a very addictive thing.

After each set of movements, the muscles will gain memory until it accumulates into a conditioned reflex, allowing you to react quickly and fight without thinking.

The advantage of doing this is that during combat you can focus more on strategic thinking on how to counter the enemy, rather than being exhausted by fighting the enemy.

And sweat never lies, all the hard work will honestly bear fruit in terms of martial arts value, which is also one of the motivations that can drive her to continue practicing.

As for why we should practice so hard?
Nonsense, of course it is to deal with the enemy and protect the chickens.

Enemies? Where did the enemies come from in this peaceful farm protected by fences?

Of course there are enemies, otherwise why would a group of companions mysteriously disappear and never appear again every once in a while?

Maybe it's a wild beast outside the fence that's good at digging holes, or maybe it's a sky hunter that can fly silently. In any case, there must be a powerful enemy behind it that is eyeing the chickens.

Fortunately, as long as she eats and trains, her physical fitness can be greatly improved. By becoming strong, she can protect herself and the chickens. This is the formula she figured out.

But recently, this virtuous cycle was suddenly broken.

The gossips of the long-tongued turkeys were rarely avoided by her, and she knew the opinions and dissatisfaction of the chickens towards her, but such ridiculous voices had never really entered her ears.

Except this time.

"Haha, look at her behavior. She has some ability but she doesn't know how to show off. She runs around the fence and makes the dust fly. At mealtime, she even uses her leg strength to grab food. What a jerk. We should pull out her tendons and throw her to the ground!"

thump

As soon as the words fell, Yingying's feet suddenly stepped on empty air for unknown reasons. Her whole body instantly lost balance and fell forward, landing heavily on her chin.

Gigg cluck cluck
The flock of chickens that were watching scattered in a hurry, leaving behind a cacophony of laughter and a mess of mess.

Yingying flapped her wings and quickly stood up from the ground. She lowered her head and scratched the ground with her feet in a daze.

It was still the same hard, flat ground covered with fine gravel, with no stumbling blocks or potholes.

Yingying leaned over and pecked the ground, her beak making a slight crisp sound as it hit the ground. Then she lowered her head and pecked her foot that had just stepped on empty air.

These two are fine.

She didn't understand, because she usually trained her lower body well. After all, lower limb strength was the focus of her training. Even if other turkeys had deliberately stretched out their legs to trip her while she was running just now, it would not necessarily shake her stability.

So the situation of "falling on flat ground" was simply unbelievable to her.

Yingying tilted her head, pushed the troublesome skin tumor aside, and thought hard for a second.

I can’t think of it, forget it.

Is there any smooth and trouble-free practice in the world? It must be just an accident. Yingying didn't plan to dwell on this little accident. She just adjusted her breathing and rhythm and prepared to resume training.

thump

However, at the moment of starting, she missed the target again.

Fortunately, she was not completely unprepared this time. She just stumbled and stabilized her body without falling. However, this still made her very confused.

what's the situation?
When she restarted the training process, she paid close attention to the fact that the flat fall was not caused by the ground, but by her legs suddenly becoming weak. Was she injured? But Yingying could not feel any abnormal feedback from her legs, and she had no problem walking, but once she started running seriously, her legs would suddenly lose strength and she would step into the air.

It was as if the part where I was exerting force was inexplicably taken away.

Yingying kicked the ground again, not wanting to believe it, and got the same result as expected. Her body was abnormal and she couldn't practice!
Now Yingying has to face up to the problem of her legs and feet.

She found a corner with a roof that provided shade from the sun and sat down. She stretched her legs straight, flexing and stretching them repeatedly to check the condition of her muscles. She then twisted them in all directions to make sure there were no hidden strains. Finally, she carefully turned them over with her beak to make sure there were no piercings from debris.

Finally, she stood up and jumped, carefully feeling the force on her legs and feet, ruling out the last possible problem of fractured bones.

"Completely healthy! Even very strong! This is really me~" Yingying shouted happily, her voice so loud that it could be heard clearly in the chicken coop next door. Then she shook the skin tumor on the top of her head, and happily walked along the wall to the straw pile, ready to start a new weight-bearing training.

An Han was hiding among the chickens not far away. He watched the whole process and felt speechless about Yingying's thick skin. But at the same time, he was also very curious about the reason why she fell just now. Subconsciously, he wanted to leave the group to find out, but he stopped himself.

It is too dangerous to leave the group. He still remembers the feeling of his head falling to the ground. Being too curious is not a good thing. He decided to just watch from afar for now.

"Haha, look at how silly she is. She even has the nerve to show off to us loudly. Yo, yo, is she planning to go to the backyard? I bet she can't carry that bundle of straw!"

"But last time I saw her running with two bundles of straw, she was running very vigorously."

"Pulling and carrying are not the same thing. Didn't you see her fall just now? I don't fall even when I run, but she did. That means she's not that good."

"She's coming, she's coming, keep your voice down..."

Yingying held her head high, chest puffed out, and walked in front of the chickens with her chin held high, without even giving them a glance.

She held her composure, and even though she had just made a fool of herself in front of the chickens that were laughing at her, she did not show any fear at all. She walked slowly and confidently to the haystack in the backyard as usual, neither hurried nor slow.

Yingying picked and chose, pushed aside the fluffy haystack, carefully selected a perfectly tied bundle of straw, and pulled it down with her beak.

The beautiful bundle of straw was quickly pulled to a clean and spacious open space. Yingying stretched her neck and flapped her wings to exercise her shoulders and neck for the subsequent weight-bearing training.

"Hey! Ha!"

She cheered herself up twice, her eyes became determined, then she stretched out her claws to grab the bundle of grass and threw it on her back.

Awesome, I held on!

An Han cheered softly in his heart and silently cheered for Yingying.

"Tsk, what a big deal."

The onlookers started chewing the sour chicken again.

"With such a big bundle, she will be crushed to death sooner or later, hahahaha."

"That's it!"

Before Suanji finished speaking, something happened over there.

Suddenly her body shortened and the straw on her back seemed to turn into a huge rock, burying her completely before she could even scream.

"Click!" An Han was shocked and immediately flapped his wings and flew out from the flock of chickens and rushed to the backyard.

The beautiful bundle of grass that Yingying picked covered her completely. Anhan's thin body could not push such a heavy bundle of grass. He was so anxious that he was running around. He turned his head and glanced at the chickens. They all had eyes that looked like they were watching the fun. No chicken was willing to come out to help.

An Han rolled his eyes, walked around the bale of straw, and then bit the rope that tied the hay.

The straw rope was just a rough hemp rope made by hand from dried straw. An Han pecked it open in two bites. Without the restraint, the straw bundle quickly fell apart into a fluffy ball.

An Han easily pulled the unconscious Yingying out from under the haystack.

Thank you Zhu Kongerjun for the reward! (Thank you three times) Love you baby~