The daily life of the crew of "Beasts".

As the seasons turn, winter at the end of the year transforms into early spring with its first hints of warmth.

During the Chinese New Year, another group of beasts came to Pixiu's house to freeload, among which Sichuan peppercorns made the Four-Faced Beast particularly unhappy.

His emotional intelligence improved after more than a month of schooling, resulting in various quotes.

But at the dinner table, it did nothing but make the atmosphere so awkward that you almost wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment!

In the end, it took peppercorns or Bai Jie to smooth things over, and he was once again forbidden by the evil spirits to speak!

"No, if this continues, my little brother will be taken away from me. I want him to be inseparable from me, I can't care about anything else anymore..."

I muttered to myself on the sofa, my eyes fixed on the busy broom-wielding monster, my big paws clenched in shame as I made up my mind!

The clock on the gun ticked two o'clock.

After finishing her chores, Bixie breathed a sigh of relief. But as she turned around in a relaxed manner, her pupils widened in shock, and she took a step back!

"Four, four non-mutations?"

The conjoined Qilin brother, about the same height as him, squatted pitifully behind him, his gray geese blinking as they watched him...

"Little cotton... I was wrong, please don't dislike me, and don't dislike the peppercorns either..."

Bixie felt uncomfortable under the gaze, awkwardly shifting his eyes to the side, his tone unconsciously a little flustered.

"Uh, I didn't mean that. You've always been my brother."

After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at the other person again and asked hesitantly.

"By the way, why did you become like this?"

Si Bu Xiang blushed slightly and turned his face away awkwardly, "Little... Sun told me that plum blossoms like it better this way..."

Bixie paused for a moment, then turned back and stared at him for a while, her lips moving slightly.

"Cute...but how can it carry us flying like this?"

Four-Faced Beast: So, in the eyes of the plum blossom, I'm just a mount?!

……

The screen turned,

On the film set side.

A fierce wind blew, and a sliver of light burst forth from the dark sky!

A jet-black dragon burst through the clear clouds and roared to the sky, its black scales standing on end and its long whiskers dancing wildly in the wind!

A domineering face fell, and his majestic eyes carried a unique pressure belonging to the dragon race!

"—Click."

The projection screen was turned off, and the recording studio was packed with staff. Bamboo quietly took out a notebook and handed it to Puss in Boots.

"Director, this is the ledger for the special effects expenses."

Puss in Boots looked down at the shocking numbers above and his heart skipped a beat!

Xiaohang also peeked over and fell silent.

Shortly after,

The video and director brought in the Bach Three Beasts.

"Ahem, let's put all your scenes on hold until you transform into a dragon."

Puss in Boots looked perfectly normal, acting as if it were all business.

"Huh? How could this be?!" Bach was dumbfounded.

"I believe you can do it." Xiaohang patted him on the shoulder.

"Heavenly tribulations are terrifying!"

"Alright, now you should hurry up and start cultivating."

Yongye wagged its tail gleefully, then swung it around Bach's neck and dragged him back.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't drag me!"

"What, as your teacher's wife, I don't have the right to tell you what to do?"

"What master's wife! Master hasn't agreed yet!"

Lord Baling sighed helplessly as he watched the two nearly come to blows again.

"Stop it."

After saying that, he looked at Puss in Boots. "Director, let's start filming."

"Okay." Puss in Boots nodded readily.

Although Bach couldn't appear due to funding issues, Balingjun and Yongye still had scenes to film.

The set quickly became busy, with staff moving equipment and setting up the location. The flower-shaped bird, the four-legged rabbit, and the two snakes came over to go over the script together.

While they were all busy with their own things, Bach sat on an empty box outside the arena, struggling with his decision.

It is to continue undergoing tribulation.

Or should we just give up?

—Giving up like this feels so unfair to my master, but Sister Lei is so scary, won't she kill the dragon?!

He scratched his head and thought it over and over, but he still felt that life was more important. However, he still needed to give an explanation to his master and the black and white snakes.

—Hmm, I'll buy Master a gift, that way he won't be angry with me. At most, I'll just get a scolding!

—As for Yongye… just give her whatever she wants to eat.

He nodded in agreement, then buried his head in his phone and started browsing online for gifts his master would like.

After carefully selecting a hat, he finally found one he liked. After placing the order, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

"That should solve the problem, right?"

He casually glanced down at his balance, then froze.

Balance: 58.6 yuan.

There is nothing wrong with this.

But after that, he would be unemployed and would have no income.

If you want to buy something, you can only ask your master, and you'll definitely be mocked by that hateful Eternal Night!

So when Balingjun and Yongye returned from filming, they saw a Bach with a determined look on his face.

"Master! I want to cultivate, I want to transform into a dragon!"

The two snakes simultaneously and slowly formed a question mark.

—How can your attitude change so drastically?

in the afternoon,

The three masters and their disciples lived in a rented house in Caiyun Village.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the draft on the table. Balingjun used the tip of his brush to write, occasionally pausing to tap the table with the handle of his brush as he fell into deep thought.

Yongye thoughtfully offered him a glass of water, then casually handed the dumbbell to Bach behind him.

"Come on, don't tire yourself out, have a glass of water first."

"And you, hurry up and practice, otherwise you won't even be able to stand looking at landmines when you're sulking."

"Hmph~ Hmph~ You're such a hypocrite!"

Bach held a dumbbell in one hand, panting heavily, with large drops of sweat rolling down his head.

Another dumbbell flew over, which he barely caught, raising both hands at the same time while complaining.

Yongye rolled her eyes at him.

"You said yourself that you would work hard."

Before the two easily agitated individuals could start arguing again, Balingjun finished his work in time, picked up a sheet of white paper filled with writing, and turned to stick it on the wall.

"Alright, disciple. I've pinned your cultivation plan to the top."

Bach looked closely and saw that one of the dumbbells in his hand had fallen to the ground with a clatter.

This is the schedule.

24 hours a day, morning meditation, afternoon cultivation, even meal and sleep times are all clearly arranged. The blessings of 996 are not enough to describe it!

"Master, Master. Do we really need to push ourselves to the limit? What if I collapse from exhaustion before I even reach the end of my tribulation?"

"Don't worry, I've thought it over and everything will be fine. Besides, I'll borrow money and make sure you get some rest."

Balingjun nailed the schedule shut with a nail, and Bach trembled with fear as he looked at it.

"Let's skip the lightning resistance training that day, we'll die!"

"I already have a plan, so don't worry. It's just a matter of contacting the director to get Di Ting back your soul."

"Why have you even prepared resurrection measures? Master, please don't do this! I'm scared!!"

Bach shrank back into the corner in terror, his eyes wide open!

“You traitor, you chose this path yourself, come and get me now.”

A white tail lashed out and wrapped around his neck, dragging Bach back.

The two dumbbells fell back into his hands, and Bach continued lifting them with a bitter face.

Once, twice, three times?

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

His paws ached and he was forced to crawl while dragging the tire. When his back felt like it was about to break, he would switch to the next task!

Night fell in the blink of an eye, and he collapsed onto the soft bed, his whole body aching and unable to muster any strength. He fell asleep almost instantly the moment his head hit the pillow.

Day two.

Just as dawn was breaking, Bach was groggily pulled awake again.

"—Ta-da!"

"Get up, get ready to cultivate!" Yongye took a copper gong and banged it wildly next to his ear, the huge sound making his head buzz!

"Ugh, okay, okay, I'm up! Stop torturing me!" Bach opened his eyes in despair before a minute had passed.

Then he was pulled and rushed to a hilltop to begin meditating.

On the cool, pruned mountaintop, a hazy mist swirled among the trees, and tiny water droplets condensed on the leaves.

Bach sat cross-legged on a tree, forcing himself to close his eyes and meditate, while Balingjun Gen Yongye watched quietly from the side.

"Hey honey, who are they? What are they doing on our hilltop?"

A couple from Qili, who had come out for breakfast in the distance, looked on in this direction with a puzzled expression.

The little Qilin's head was full of question marks, and finally it gave up thinking and looked at its old partner beside it.

"It seems they're using the auspicious energy left behind by our long-term residence here to cultivate?"

After observing carefully for a moment, Yu Qilin came to a conclusion, and then couldn't help but smile with his eyebrows curving upwards.

"What a hardworking child!"

Bach's eyelids twitched, and Balingjun frowned, immediately grabbing the broken branch and swinging it at him!

"Calm your mind, meditate."

"Hiss! My good master!"

Bach gasped, keeping his body still, closing his eyelids, and forcibly circulating his inner energy to eliminate distracting thoughts before continuing his meditation.

Bach: It's not that I want to work this hard, it's that I want to work hard, but I met a strict teacher who made me work ten times harder!