Chapter 28: A Gradual Change in Perspective

Yet, most importantly, Lin Ming had a sideline: he took money to eliminate troubles for others.

Among all the rules of Luo, two were the best methods for dealing with the current situation: the Law of Fusion and the Law of Stacking.

Aside from Wu Fan, the others, upon witnessing this scene and hearing General Yan’s words, were shocked beyond measure. Their mouths agape, they stood dazed and motionless, stunned like wooden chickens.

The only cost was that Wang Yuan’s cultivation would no longer be perfect, yet it would still be absolutely more powerful than that of the Sacred Demon Beast. After all, Wang Yuan himself had mastered four truths, and although one could not be used, it was still peerless and supreme; there was no one left in this world who could compare to him.

Feeling the force holding the assault rifle from within suddenly slacken, Liu Jiajun yanked the weapon out. Immediately, the person inside kicked the car door, and the individual in the passenger seat also raised a gun and began firing at those outside the window.

Furthermore, once the private jet reached high altitude and left the airspace of China, Wu Fan would need to release his soul energy to remain vigilant against any incoming missiles.

Jin Chen smiled bitterly, watching her expression. Now, even if just for once, as long as he could be by her side, that would be enough.

Huo Linxue’s head felt heavy—not just her head, but her entire body. From head to toe, she felt as if she had been crushed by a car, aching so much she dared not move.

"You are actually quite charming when you are quiet, truly as still as a maiden; however, once you start moving, you are as restless as a hare. Otherwise, I might have considered you," Zhang Cuishan retorted without yielding.

Tian Yao had kin in the Underworld and the Demon Palace, and could not simply ignore them. Truth be told, he himself could be considered one, as was his aunt.

Take, for instance, the National Railway Union. Due to the heavy volume of rail transport, the workers' pockets were well-lined. After mobilization, the union voted to approve that all members would donate one-quarter of their income during the war to the Socialized Association for Disabled Veterans to subsidize the lives of wounded soldiers.

There were two guards in front of the tent. Pi Zhu narrowed his eyes, turning his fine, dragon-like brows and phoenix-like eyes into a narrow, shortsighted gaze. Those brows and eyes were the only presentable features he had, yet he wasted them.

Inside the ice lake, there was not only the freezing energy of ice and snow but also the chilling intent that could freeze everything. Tianshan Tonglao desperately channeled the Eight Desolate Sole-Dominating Art, projecting her internal energy outward to resist the bone-chilling cold, yet she still felt her body growing increasingly rigid.

When a man marries a wife, if she truly loves him, it is his responsibility to ensure she is well-fed and well-rested, rather than treating her like an enemy or a beast of burden. If that were the case, it would be better not to marry at all.

Yi Han abruptly covered Lady Peach Blossom’s lips with his own, silencing her mocking laughter. All she could emit were muffled sounds through his persistent kisses. As they grew more intimate and their emotions intertwined, Lady Peach Blossom’s body became increasingly soft and supple, while Yi Han’s body gradually pressed against hers.

"I am asking you, what is wrong with your eyes?" Seeing that the monkey did not seem to be listening to her, Shen Huiyun became instantly annoyed.

Qing Feng laughed, "Stubborn mouth. I had better do it myself." With that, she deftly unfastened her collar and slipped off her long skirt.

Silk and yarn produced by various Japanese textile mills, tea, assorted agricultural products, whale meat, and canned fish were shipped to Vladivostok, then sold to Europe via rail, or shipped directly to North and South America to purchase military supplies and raw materials for arms production.

Lin Tian felt a surge of excitement and finally relaxed, collapsing to the ground to gasp for air, hiding the pulsating Heaven-Covering Flag against his chest.

A long queue stretched from the city gate to the moat, filled with commoners waiting to complete their entry procedures, while officials and nobles used a separate gate to process their entry.

Sitting on the sofa, hunched over with his head bowed, Ding Ruxuan rubbed his hands in anxiety. He was completely bewildered and clueless, unable to conceive of any way to deal with the unknown events about to unfold. He straightened his torso, looked up at the dark living room, and then watched as the butler raised his right hand to point at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Seeing the leader nod, three burly men stepped forward to grab Seran. With a combat skill level of just over four, Seran was no match for them, but she gripped the doorframe tightly with both hands, refusing to let go. Her clothes were torn during the struggle.

Fang Daxian and his son, Fang Jiren, pondered the situation from every angle and ultimately agreed that Guo Shuting’s proposal was the most suitable and feasible method at the moment, nodding in unison.

After confirming the stability of the tent for the third time, Yuan Shan Jinci smiled at Liu Ling, habitually reaching out to pat him on the shoulder, though Liu Ling dodged it without a trace.

Seeing that the dark-faced man was actually Fang Jiren, Lu Yun was overjoyed. Zhong Hua and Zhong Qiang were filled with admiration upon seeing how young yet powerful the newcomer was.

"Useless, actually choosing to escape," Wu Ya Ni remarked as she watched Fu Yan slip into the kitchen to begin clattering about, shaking her head.

Shu Xiyue and her husband, Cao Fang, were college sweethearts who had experienced a romantic love affair. Defying their families' objections, they married after graduation, followed immediately by having children. From then on, Shu Xiyue became a full-time housewife, but life was not as sweet as she had imagined.

Leaning against the stone tablet and staring at the growing pack of wild wolves, Linghu Mei muttered to herself with a sense of helplessness.

Hearing those words, under normal circumstances, Qi Ruoshan would have turned on her heel and returned to the Gu residence, perhaps even using the opportunity to garner sympathy from the Gu family.

"Sir, actually, our Silver Flower Private Room is quite excellent as well; all its facilities are top-tier!" the manager continued to persuade.

The three Formless Divine Thunders possessed great sentience. The moment the three worlds of blade energy drew near, they immediately launched themselves to detach from Xu Wen’s physical body.

The Old Daoist Tianbian was a supreme elder-level master, a presence even more terrifying than the Earth-Fire Dragon Vein. With one thunderous reprimand, all the grand elder-level Qi practitioners dared not say another word.