Chapter 127: The Museum

Beside him, Qiao Lan’s face darkened, looking unsightly.

"That is the curator of the National Museum; he actually came in person! How is that possible? It’s impossible. That man never likes to associate with others. Back then, even when my brother wanted to see him, he refused!"

Qiao Lan suddenly walked over. "Mr. Du, what brings you here?"

However...

"Ha, no matter, I’m just here for the lively atmosphere," Hong Wanxing said, unbothered. He only sighed to himself, wondering what kind of enchantress this pair of beauties were to possess such allure.

Seeing Lu Chen return, Han Ruohua immediately rose from the bed, approached him, and looked up at him.

The suffocating clouds of spiders filling the sky dissipated into billowing black smoke out of thin air. The Old Drunkard hastily shattered them, let out a strange cry, and gave frantic chase after the Thousand-Corpse Ten-Thousand-Poison Spider.

In a clash between two sides, raw power is the primary factor; as for subsequent techniques, experience, and trickery, they can only rank behind it.

Looking back at Song Da and Wang Liang, they had long been shredded by the sword energy, left with only a breath of life. Withdrawing his sword domain, Hong Wanxing ordered Yang Xin and the other two to gather all the lackeys and slaves in the mountain forest.

He finally arrived at the location pinpointed by Yu Kexin’s phone. A truck was ahead, and Long Qianye parked his car and rushed over.

Something warm was placed on her stomach. Yu Kexin reached out and touched it; it seemed to be a hot water bottle.

"It only needs the beaded flower to be inserted," Chun Xue said, selecting a golden beaded flower and pinning it into her hair. In an instant, the person in the bronze mirror became exceptionally vivid and stunning.

The Pill Valley possesses the True Cauldron, which is both a validation and a guarantee of their alchemy standards. This is something the five presiding masters of the Pill Alliance have brooded over for a thousand years.

Now, although the Emperor is no longer here and the Second Prince can finally jump about, how long can a grasshopper after the autumn frost truly last?

That is how things are within the establishment; no matter how close two departments may be, once they reach the dinner table, if there is a winner to be decided, it must be decided.

Brother Ziyue’s expression soured. He said in a deep voice, "Forget it, it’s still early enough to head back." As he spoke, he rose to leave.

The breath Master Ning had just released was drawn back in as he pricked up his ears to listen to the commotion.

Withdrawing her gaze, Qiao Niansheng continued to walk inside as calmly as ever, as if the scenery before her eyes had left no impression on her at all.

"If you declare your revenge so early, won't it give Yun Mingsi time to prepare?" When Yun Yueshi stepped into her room, she realized Ouyang Haoxuan was already waiting for her.

Fang Mian and Bi An took ten minutes to summarize the whole affair in a dozen sentences, finally letting Ruo Tian and Brother Liu know what they had experienced over the past three months.

Nie Qiyuan’s gaze swept past Linglong, who sat in a chair playing the pipa, a gentle, faint smile on his face.

Liu Yan listened to the phone call for a long time, asked only one question, hung up, and then stared straight ahead, driving the car steadily without another word.

It was unbelievable. Jiang Jinhua’s relatives and friends seemed to have been drugged; they were controlled by someone from beginning to end.

I looked toward the head of the bed and saw a figure whose face I couldn't make out sitting at my vanity, rocking back and forth like a hobby horse, swaying with great delight. The vanity rubbing against the wooden floor was what caused the sound.

Dong Dazhen didn't pay attention until he realized he was surrounded by over a dozen people, mostly familiar faces who had each sent a dish over at dinner, filling a large table.

Shang Jingxing realized the truth, followed by a sudden palpitation. He thought of another possibility, and at the same time, he felt fortunate that he hadn't returned to the original site of the Bingxin Sect, but had stayed at an inn instead.

At the Death Realm meeting, the Ghost King of the Imperial City sat at the head of the table, looking at the ten ghost kings on either side, each with their own secret agendas. She wondered how to kill one or two of them; only by controlling the resources herself could she have a greater say, but her ultimate weapon was indiscriminate, which was truly vexing.