Chapter 122: The Drink Is Tampered With! Chen Chen Is Sent Away Again

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Fang Zhiyin and Chen Chen had been there for two days, attending classes and gradually adjusting to the local lifestyle and rhythm. The only thing was that they had to go to bed very early at night, with no nightlife to speak of.

That afternoon, Chen Chen asked Fang Zhiyin if she had called or messaged Ouyang Junyan. Fang Zhiyin glanced at her phone, which had no signal. "I want to call and I want to text, but unfortunately, there is no signal."

Chen Chen thought to himself that it was fortunate he had sent a message while on the bus, though he didn't know if Ouyang Junyan had seen it. Before long, the story of Fang Zhiyin and Chen Chen, who had specially flown from the big city to this remote mountain area to volunteer for charity, had spread throughout the entire region.

"How would I know? I have lived for a hundred years and guarded this city for twenty. This is the first time I've encountered such a situation. What do you expect me to do? What can I do?" The general's face turned red with anger, and he felt as if his breathing had become labored.

When the power soldier finally spotted the target that needed to be retrieved, his mouth hung open in shock, wide enough to swallow a whole duck egg. That thing truly couldn't be loaded without an aircraft carrier! At that moment, he subconsciously checked the carrier's remaining energy reserves and found that it hadn't been depleted much.

The interior of the car was silent, save for a lingering fragrance—the scent of Shen Zhiqiao's perfume. It was noble and elegant, much like the woman herself, carrying an air of distinction.

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not listening!" Lolita frantically scratched at her long golden hair, then collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

Lin Xiaoxiao speechlessy tossed the lit firecracker, which only then let out a "pop" as it detonated right by her feet.

"The key is that we won the bet." Sogu turned around, his stern face revealing a rare smile that looked even worse than crying.

After saying this, Katus suddenly shifted his gaze to Odom. When their eyes met, Odom finally breathed a quiet sigh of relief, for he saw the familiar wisdom and decisiveness back in Katus’s eyes.

"You were acting so convincingly just now..." Yan Qing whispered from a corner of the opulent ballroom.

This way, it would be easier to coordinate later. It would also increase their persuasiveness. As he spoke, Yan Qing kicked the earth to bury the earthworms he had dug up in the moist soil.

Su Qiaoqiao’s voice came over the phone, and she sounded urgent, as if something major had happened.

Everyone knew that Xia Anning was pregnant, and they chose a restaurant under the Haoyu Group banner simply out of concern that she might be mobbed by the media or face danger; the Haoyu Group was the safest place.

She wasn't actually a particularly strong person; especially after meeting Sikong Yan, she discovered that she, too, had a weakness.

Xiao Dongsheng was overjoyed and shouted out loud, and upon hearing his words, the disciples below could no longer hide their excitement.

In fact, Yi'er had never intended to hide anything from Lady Li, so she nodded with complete openness.

Presumably, the Crown Prince had already set off for the Southwest, and the Empress could finally put her mind at ease; by now, she should be able to rest easy.

"I was entrusted by a friend, and I see that Gu Lang is a good talent, so I came over during my break. How is it? Are you satisfied with him?" Lu Bei didn't reveal the real reason, because in her view, the business partner wanted to use her to confirm certain things about Gu Lang.

The burly man in black didn't seem to have expected this situation either; it appeared different from what Lord Ming'an had arranged. He was so startled he forgot to draw his sword, simply staring blankly at Murong Ba.

"I'll be here to pick you up at eight o'clock the day after tomorrow. If I don't see you when I arrive, you're dead. Hmph..." Huang Ziyi wrinkled her nose, turned around, got into her car, and drove off.

Over a dozen people in white lab coats were staring intently at the screens, terrified of any errors. Those guarding the entrances and exits were soldiers in camouflage, fully armed with live ammunition.

Unsure of what they were thinking, the two fell into silence simultaneously, the atmosphere in the air becoming somewhat subtle.

Yun Qingyue knew that their village was isolated. She imagined that ever since the flight eighty years ago, the tribespeople had never left the valley, except for occasional trips to town to sell medicinal herbs.