Chapter Ninety-Six: Trying to outscheme us?

"What?" Tong Wanxin rose in disbelief after hearing the news.

Serah was dead? And Kane was the one who did it?

"Yes. The Mutual Aid Society is in an uproar right now."

Zhen Ye nodded blankly. He had only just come back from there, and the villa had already descended into chaos.

"Team leader, South African intelligence has sent over dashcam footage from a private car recovered at Agent Booth's scene of sacrifice."

Rong Aiyu tore off her earpiece and shouted. Cong Xuefei tapped the keyboard twice, and a video was sent to the wall-mounted screen.

"Meng Sunzhijing, you brute! Cough..." the old man scolded sharply, then broke into violent coughing. Ziyu hurried over to rub his back.

Which time period should he go to? Suddenly, Chen Hao remembered a point in time, and his mind focused there.

The slow one glanced at Xun'er, then said to the impatient man, "Kesha, look at her dazed look. She's like a zombie. Could she run off? Why would Leader Deng worry about her escaping?" His voice was clear, and his words were orderly, only his pace of speech was a little slow.

The savage seemed to be truly enraged, beating his chest and stamping his feet, as though he wanted nothing less than to tear me apart with his bare hands.

His attitude made me want to laugh. It was the classic pot calling the kettle black. When we fled, didn't we all look equally miserable?

"I've long heard that Captain Ying can make do with anything except food and drink. As expected, the reputation is well deserved," Wang Tao said, sitting in the spacious and luxurious private room of an upscale restaurant.

Li Yuan, the sovereign of the Great Tang, clasped his hands and bowed to the Azure Grand Deity. Seeing that dozens of sages from the Hundred Schools had all come as well, he was greatly shocked.

Taking the candied hawthorn skewer handed to her by the vendor, Yan Qianqing suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for the ones her father used to buy her. The taste had been very, very tart.

Xun'er snorted coldly. "Why couldn't it be that golden phoenix? Maybe Winter Brother's old flame monster is that golden phoenix."

No one knew how long the sandstorm would last. We were huddled inside the off-road vehicle. At first we were still anxious and frightened, but as time passed, our hearts gradually settled. From the way things looked now, at the very least we were still safe.

It showed that for Pei Min, aside from Yang Guozhong, this was also a good thing; at the very least, he would not be lucky enough to become a father overnight.

"He's asleep too. He drank himself drunk at noon and has been sleeping in the inner room ever since, still not awake." She led Luo Datou into the house. Old Zhao slept in the east bedroom like a dead pig, while Old Kai and Luo Qianfan each took one end in the west bedroom, both completely oblivious.

He truly wanted to grab a bottle of liquor, drink himself utterly senseless, forget everything, and then let Hu Feifei do with him as she pleased.

As for me and Li Bofan, we could only wait helplessly. With our current abilities, there was no way to break the spell. Besides, we knew nothing of the Witch Sect's motives or actions. All our hopes were pinned on Jin Mengying.

With the drinking capacity honed by He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu, after a hundred cups of wine, apart from a feeling of uncomfortable pressure, Pei Min showed no other oddity. He remained as vigorous as ever, striding about from place to place.

"Where do we go next?" Kate looked around; everywhere was a sea of white snow, not even a shadow in sight.

Zhuge Xun followed the direction Jinlong pointed and saw that the ground where the thousand-year fruit had been planted yesterday was emitting a faint green light. "Are you feeling unwell?" she asked, turning to check on Jinlong.

He had wanted to rest for a while, when suddenly he heard the startled exclamations of his classmates eating lunch in the classroom.

The Geshu clan was different. In the western regions they held a position of power and advantage; they were themselves the chiefs of the Geshu tribe, and generation after generation their family had intermarried with the royal houses of the western states. With imperial sanction, they conducted the salt and iron trade.

On the broader framework, there was also the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence proposed by Yang Siqi, and long ago by Premier Zhou. Of course, there was nothing wrong with this overarching structure.

Drunk and half-misty with wine, Liu Bang seemed to fear nothing. With a sweep of his sword, he cut the great white serpent blocking his way cleanly in two.

"If only your imperial father could have come today as well," the empress said, a trace of loneliness in her eyes.