Chapter 48: The Dawn of Yushan Academy

Xiao Dengzi took the order and left, hurrying toward the capital with two guards. Wang Silin and Zhong Jun exchanged puzzled glances, unable to understand the reason for such arrangements.

"The thatched huts are too crude to live in. If a fire or an epidemic were to break out, everyone would be at risk together. Separating the refugees and resettling them can help prevent such accidents," Zhao Su explained.

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Tuo Lei, wiping sweat from his brow, had never imagined he would fall into Lin Muyu's ambush. He was completely unprepared, only realizing what had happened when a long arrow pierced his shoulder.

Yang Feng did not catch her. Instead, he picked up the 911 pistol that had just fallen from the hands of the lookout bandit and fired five shots in a row, instantly dispatching four of the bandits.

Yang Feng's brow furrowed slightly as he recoiled in alarm. Staring at Xia Yumo's pale face, he was utterly confused as to what had just happened.

He reached out and patted his sister's head, instantly purifying the resentment and hostility from her body with a surge of spiritual energy.

After studying her reflection in the bronze mirror and finding nothing unusual, Ning Yi finally stepped outside.

The world only knew that the men of the Baili family could not take concubines until the age of thirty, and that the family was harmonious and prosperous. Yet they never realized that the Helan family, the marquises of Yingguo, had also produced generations of passionate souls.

Even though she was born with great strength, she was now firmly restrained in his embrace, unable to break free.

With a cold expression, Yang Feng sent each person flying with a single slap, leaving them unconscious at the doorway.

When Ye Nuo saw the crowd flocking around Sun He as he entered, she immediately understood why Ning Chen had been trying so hard to curry favor with her.

Though she had long been prepared to be used as a tool and discarded at any moment, for it to truly happen to her own disciple was something she could hardly accept.

In a single day, Ling Yun had visited dozens of peripheral territories belonging to the Ling, Kende, Xite, and Or families.

Wearing a mask, Jiang Rou waited in line at the pharmacy. The experts said only N95 and surgical masks were effective. With the bumpy journey home for the Spring Festival ahead, she needed to be well protected.

In the brief span of Qi An's thoughts, Tu Yan swung his sword several times, yet without exception, the weapons in Lu Hong's hands always prevailed.

"I've been waiting for you. Have you eaten yet? I cooked and wanted to wait for you to come home, but you never answered the phone," Fu Xing softly voiced her grievance.

"Wang Jiaran, you son of a bitch!" Wang Rou, driven to the brink of fury, cursed out loud, hurling the pillow, picture frame, remote, and everything else from the bedside at Wang Jiaran.

Ji Ruqing, having already sat up, felt her face flush crimson with embarrassment at the tingling sensation from her backside.

"Honey, please forgive me, will you? I promise I’ll never do it again." She knew that Luo Sen never truly hardened his heart against her, and if she softened and pleaded, he would never stay angry for long.

"Doctor Lu, didn’t you say my son would wake up today? Why hasn’t he woken yet?" Madam Lu was dressed as usual, though her hair was now adorned with a pearl hairpin.

So, Ji let Uncle Lin go park the car while he took the two children inside. He found a seat for Ji Yu and Xiao Ruoguang, then went to the front to place their order.

For a time, every nation was contemplating the possible direction of future wars. The emergence of the Mutant Nation had brought some innovative twists to the art of warfare.

Wars within their own borders didn’t count; those involving foreign invasion included the First Opium War, Second Opium War, Sino-French War, the First Sino-Japanese War, and the invasion by the Eight-Nation Alliance. Even the Russo-Japanese War had been fought on their own soil.

"What are you controlling?" 47 asked. The old man was an asylum patient himself, so it was impossible to tell whether he was insane or truly battling some mysterious force.

Xiao Yu sized up the room. It was spacious, with a cashier counter at the entrance. Behind the counter sat a few sofas and glass tables. Elsewhere, a grand piano stood at the center, with five upright pianos lined up against the wall.