Chapter 28: The Distance Between Left and Right

Lin Xing immediately leaped down from the tree, cautiously approaching the wild boar, and nudged it with the barrel of his shotgun.

The boar showed no sign of movement.

Lin Xing carefully flipped the boar over.

The animal’s entire chest cavity was crushed to pieces, and the blood flowing out had stained the snow beneath it a deep, vibrant red.

The boar was truly dead.

Lin Xing relaxed...

These past few days, the Imperial Son Long Aoguang had been unusually quiet. Whether it concerned official appointments or other matters, he refrained from intervening, as if the events of the outside world had nothing to do with him. While he avoided indulgence in wine and revelry, he spent much of his time resting at home.

I could no longer listen and abruptly charged into the council hall. Immediately, the clan leader and all the elders frowned and looked at me.

Countless demonic beasts violently breached the city gates and surged directly into the city, leaving many low-ranking cultivators scattered and in disarray.

Tie Xin was also startled; he hurriedly stepped onto his flying sword, watching the fine sand still flowing slowly beneath his feet with tension.

However, Qin Feng realized he could make use of these skeletons. He found two femur bones to carry with him and also used his dagger to pry two sharp horns from the skull of a wild ox.

The group set off in a grand procession, causing a stir as they traveled. It was rare to see so many luxury cars appearing all at once, as if some important figures had arrived in Fuhai City.

As they ate and chatted, the soup was finished and the smoked meat they had brought was nearly gone. At this point, Qin Feng prepared to process the mushrooms.

Seeing that Lin Chen did not stop him, Du Peng breathed a sigh of relief and continued on his electric scooter. After that incident, he had indeed matured a great deal, becoming less flamboyant and more composed.

A bare-chested, burly man stood with his arms crossed, the surprise in his eyes slowly fading away.

But how could Ling Feng possibly grant him such an opportunity? He poured out his entire store of spiritual power without a moment’s pause.

However, this was not something Zhou Yang needed to worry about; he only cared for the Immortal Child Fruit tree within the Imperial City.

When Chen Mohan woke up, it was already dark. Looking at the surroundings, she realized she was in her bedroom.

The expression of pain on Su Dai’s face grew more pronounced. He pushed open the window, and a violent gale of snow swirled into the room, lashing against his thin frame.

He reached out his index finger and lightly touched the bubble. It rippled with a soft "pop." Zhou Yang felt that if he had used even a little more force, he could have shattered the bubble and annihilated this world.

When he entered, I was sitting on the long sofa in the living room with my legs crossed. Xu Minghui walked over, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly sat down on the single armchair to my left.

It was impossible to exhaust the entire nuclear arsenal of the military; a minimum reserve required for wartime must be maintained. Otherwise, if war were to break out and there were no nuclear weapons available, leading to defeat, then withdrawing those warheads would be a grave error.

Tao Yuan clearly saw a look of mockery in the eyes of that ghostly face, as if it were saying, "Do you think a mere cup can stop me?"

This was my first time entering this seemingly extravagant and complex place without Zhang Minglang.

Zhou Yang was in no hurry. After flying through this world for a while, he found a place with rich spiritual energy in the Tianzhu Mountains, forced a local sect to become his lackeys, and occupied the immortal mountain.

Zhao Nan and Lin Jinmei exchanged glances. The three of them—not to mention the four people present, but all forty-nine students of Class 5, Grade 12—were all in the same state, with the exception of the five students living in the countryside, led by Zheng Jianguo.

Li Yun cast a light screen, described the situation in detail, wrote down his deductive process, and then stopped, saying no more.

Later, incited by Cicada and Lotus, Lady Lin Zhixiao searched the kitchen and found Rose Dew and Poria Frost, leading to the arrest of Liu Wu'er.

However, being under the care of Yingchun was not a bad outcome. After experiencing a brush with death, and with Siqi supporting her, she should be able to stand on her own again; this, too, was a decent ending.

Xue'er smiled slightly and took Li Yi’s hand: "Go on, what is meant to happen will always happen." Li Yi smiled back, holding Xue'er's hand, and she laughed happily.

He climbed onto the woodpile with great difficulty and untied the bundle. Su Ming’s delicate face was revealed from within, his unblinded left eye still open, as if looking down upon the common masses beneath the woodpile.

Zheng Dian woke with a start, only to see three massive siege towers rushing toward the cave entrance with the piercing sound of grinding bearings.

After all... the sensation of Dai Na’s black hands gripping his palms was truly magnificent! That soft, boneless feel, that skin as smooth as silk... it made Li Yi’s mind wander from time to time.

"Leader Sha, what kind of insight could people from a godforsaken place like Hutu possibly have? Let's focus on the real business and stop wasting time with this old man," another rider shouted loudly.

These people were now so thoroughly captivated by Ling Daozi that his image constantly flashed through their minds—his face, his aura, his every gesture, every smile, and every frown—all tugging at their thoughts. How could they still find the heart to rob him of his people, his wealth, or his honor?

After speaking, Wei Renwu began to move. Yue Ming was full of suspicion, but he had no choice but to follow Wei Renwu to uncover the truth.

Seeing his brow furrowed deeply, Yun Qixi tried to lift her body, but her waist was tightly encircled by an arm, leaving her unable to move.

Ai Mu’s words were earth-shattering; even someone as composed as Si Junhao could not help but be stunned by her wild idea.

That was enough. Li Mu never claimed Genghis Khan was Chinese; it was just an example. The only fault lay with the ancestors of the Chinese, who always did things so thoroughly, leaving no handles behind—there wasn't even an example left to cite.

Li Mu would not force these students to join the Thoroughbred Group. If someone like Roy could truly find his value on the football field, Li Mu would not object. His ultimate goal remained the elevation of the overall social status of the Chinese people.