Cao Weining immediately said, “That’s right, that’s right. We who live in the Central Plains have always avoided discussing Nanjiang, we’re actually not very clear about what goes on there.”

Zhang Chengling could only give Cao Weining a wordless look.

Gu Xiang continued, “I can’t say for sure how skilled this old woman is either...but anyway, I can’t defeat her. As for Cao-dage, if it’s normal combat, he might have a few ounces of confidence, but after tracking them for this journey and observing them from afar, I feel that the Black Poison Hag must have other tricks. This is even more difficult, also, they have many people.”

Cao Weining suggested, “How about...we scatter some sleeping powder[30]?”

Gu Xiang said, “Do you think that the Black Poison Hag will fall into your trap, or fall into mine? Those from the Central Plains are no match for those from Nanjiang at this sort of thing in the first place, you…”

She looked like she was about to cuss him out, but she took one look at Cao Weining, and swallowed her words back down. He was, after all, her man. She couldn’t bear to.

Cao Weining hurriedly changed his tune. “That’s sensible, it is indeed so. I’m really too dumb, we’ll listen to whatever you say.”

The three cobblers[31] decided that Gu Xiang was their only commander, and she started directing them like one.

After enduring the pain forty-five minutes after midnight, Zhou Zishu found that the agony from the Three-Autumn Nails of the Seven Acupunctures was no longer as fierce. It was only then that he discovered that the positions the two men were in were amiss, coughed, and fought his way out of Wen Kexing’s arms. Wen Kexing looked at him placidly, asking with the insinuation of a smile, “A-Xu, your erotic pictures are so extraordinarily life-like. Completing them with just a few strokes of the brush like so--in truth, you were unleashing a bit of your long-repressed desires, weren’t you?”

With the same insinuation of a smile, Zhou Zishu replied politely, “You give me too much merit, too much merit. Those were merely casual scribbles.”

Wen Kexing said, “Oh? Even a casual scribble of yours can capture the very essence of its subjects so divinely?”

Zhou Zishu turned his head away, and exited the small alley. Bending to examine the bloodstains on the ground closely, he changed the topic. “Looks like she ran in that direction. Although, why is Liu Qianqiao here?”

Wen Kexing followed behind him like a shadow. Upon hearing this, he sighed, “A-Xu, why do you have to be so courteous with me? If you have such thoughts in mind, we can talk about it openly and have an honest chat about it, and discuss the issue of the roles too.”

Zhou Zishu said coolly, “There is no need to discuss this matter.”

Wen Kexing smiled lecherously. “That’s even better.”