Chapter 36: Schemes and Intrigues

"Ranran, don't force yourself if you can't handle the drink." Zuo Jiaqi’s expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of concern.

"Assistant Shi has a drinking capacity beyond that of an ordinary person; Director Zuo often encourages her to drink more as a way of rewarding her."

Secretary Su’s words left Shi Ran feeling puzzled. She had no recollection of ever drinking, and even if it were just red wine, she doubted she had much of a tolerance for it.

...

Pelos’s pupils constricted sharply as he watched the sphere rapidly enlarge in his field of vision. He let out a shout and leapt, forcefully drawing his legs together mid-air.

Ning Yi had always been a person who distinguished clearly between right and wrong; she repaid those who were kind to her, but she showed no mercy to those who tried to use or harm her.

Fang Xin'ai was not foolish; she simply hadn't perceived human nature as so sinister. Even after Shen Niannian had harmed her so deeply, she remained willing to give her a chance to change, out of regard for their sisterly bond.

"Madam Bai, an elder should behave like an elder. Do you really think that what you have done is seamless and that no one will ever know?" he asked, biting the bullet and questioning her viciously once more.

The days of waiting were long. To keep her mind off the matter, Zhou Ziyi poured her energy into gardening—planting cabbages, then greens, then radishes.

Yang Feng was not hard-hearted. He could see from the man’s eyes that he was speaking the truth; people might lie, but their eyes could not.

Song Canran blinked. The question had been explained, yet she still could not find peace; in fact, the weight upon her heart had only grown heavier.

After all, in the noble houses, the lives of servants were the most worthless. In the minds of their masters, it was better to kill a hundred innocent people than to let a single one escape.

With her wedding approaching, Bai Zhen naturally suffered from insomnia. As she tossed and turned in bed, a knock suddenly sounded on the bedroom door.

At the center of his dark red pupils, icy blue ripples spread like water marks. The exotic and the frigid merged together, and as the youth’s voice slowly resonated, an invisible pressure permeated the entire hall, leaving everyone unable to breathe.

The soldier seemed to fear no superior officer. Through his white gauze mask, he said in a muffled voice, "Disinfecting and sterilizing! He must endure this pain; he can blame no one but himself for being unhygienic."

The youth Qin Yuan looked at Tiger with great interest. If not for the fact that Tiger’s performance today had been quite satisfactory, he would have been furious at being disturbed for no reason while he was chatting enthusiastically about life and ideals with Xiao Li.

However, this was not surprising. He had offended the Wind King too severely, and the Wind King had unleashed a powerful ultimate move right from the start; it was no wonder he had been caught off guard and struck.

It was the first lunar month, and few people ventured out. To have such a big spender in the shop was a rare sight indeed. Though he lacked refinement and was a bit rough around the edges, he was reasonable; he paid for everything he asked for, and he paid in cash.

This type of pajama, suitable for autumn, was made of opaque, thicker fabric... although the benefit was that it was warm and comfortable.

Compared to yesterday, there were fewer well-equipped professional soldiers, but many more ordinary survivors who lacked any combat capability and, at times, refused to follow orders, requiring strict enforcement. If they were to encounter a high-level zombie attack like the one from yesterday, the outcome was easy to imagine.

Ye Bihuang had once taught himself the art of hypnosis. Of course, he could not claim to have mastered it, but when combined with his Trojan Horse ability, it could achieve miraculous results.

The rest of the mercenaries scattered in a panic, leaving only the drivers of the three trucks standing there in shock and rage.

The Demon Realm was a melting pot of races, with spirit-type monster cultivators, divine-type demon cultivators, and even immortal-type evil cultivators. Aside from the cultivation territories born of the three great clans, the Demon Realm was likely the most chaotic world among the three thousand worlds.

Little did she know that Wang Bo would completely ignore her, which left her feeling somewhat annoyed. Muttering under her breath, she lay on the floor and crawled toward the third bunk.