Chapter Ninety-Two: The Sacrifice Outside the City

Su Feibai said to the deputy commander at his side, “None of you are to drink today. Wait in the camp for news. When the time comes, act according to that news. You are not to disobey!”

The matter of assassinating the emperor had been arranged by Su Li and Su Feibai with little expectation of success.

If He Tiansheng could succeed, then all the better; Su Li could seize control of the court in the meantime.

Having clearly understood that there was no hope of survival, Huo Xiangyang no longer begged for mercy at this moment, but instead asked the one question he most wanted answered.

This was a large arena that had only just been completed. On May 15, it had only just officially opened, and from then on would be put into use as the home court of the NBA’s San Antonio Spurs and the CFL’s San Antonio Texans.

When Qin Yan hugged him and said, “Brother Xuran, I like you too,” he was so stirred that he did not know what to do with himself.

In an instant, Mo Zhiyao felt that along with Fang Han’s words, a trace of warmth had also entered her ears.

At that moment, the entire cave seemed to fall silent, with only the intertwining sounds of their breathing and heartbeats remaining.

Li Jun scratched his head with an awkward laugh, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, and Lin Fan glanced at the villa and said, “All right, if there’s nothing else, go do whatever you need to do. I still have things to handle.” With that, he turned and left in the car.

As for Gu Yan’s residence in Binhai, Fang Han only knew the Changdu Villa District, but he was not certain whether Gu Yan would be there now. After all, for a playboy like Gu Yan, no one could say where he had spent the night when the apocalypse fell.

If no accident occurred, Feng Huo-jun would surely be able to surpass the grandmaster level and step into a far more profound realm.

At that moment, Lin Qian opened her bag, only to find that a sharp dagger had somehow appeared inside. It seemed that the slightest touch of skin would split flesh and draw blood.

Pei Xuran’s hands nearly enclosed her completely, his posture dominating, his gaze roaming repeatedly over her face.

As for that kiss, the soft lips carried a faint coolness, yet it sent a jolt through him as if struck by lightning, making his heart beat uncontrollably.

After all, he was a bodyguard carefully chosen after much screening. The black-clad man used every ounce of his skill to avoid a humiliating fall, and lifted his eyes.

After a sharp impact, the entire front windshield of the Mercedes S shattered at once into a web of cracks, then came off the car completely, scattering in fragments inside the cabin.

“No. I don’t care about anyone else, but you’re my daughter, and I have to manage you. If I say no, then no.”

After hanging up, He Silang happily dropped the rag and reported to his mother. Lin Lan agreed at once, and even told her son to bring some of the premium fruit from home with him.

Ajiu immediately remembered who it was. The great monk had spoken to him about this Great General Xu before, saying that he commanded the troops skillfully, ruled his subordinates with utmost severity, and was full of schemes and strategic insight. Hearing is one thing, seeing is another—was this what it meant to command skillfully and rule with strictness? Ajiu’s eyes filled with scorn.

“What should we do then? There’s not much time left. If we really wait until Qingcheng and Jun Feiyu are married, then it will be too late for everything!” Bo Qinghuan felt a growing anxiety, yet this was precisely a question with no easy answer.

“All right, stop talking,” Lin Miao said, head bowed, his expression hidden. Inside, he was in unbearable pain and sorrow.

A flash of shame and fury crossed Song Qinghuan’s face, and she almost wished she could slap the smile off Wu Xingyun’s face. Why had she come to see this damned blind man? Did he really not know?

“You!” Madam Mo was shocked and enraged beyond measure, staring at Song Jing in terror. Suddenly, a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight up to her brain.

Looking at Ouyang Furong, who lay on the ground and was barely breathing, Leng Shaoqing ultimately still did not kill her, and instead left her where she was.

The blue-haired butler sat down in a daze. His mood was so low that even the color of his body seemed to turn ashen.