One Hundred and Fifty-Two. The Demonic Empress's Choice (Double Chapter)

When the demon queen inexplicably approached her to inquire about the wine vessel, the Dowager Empress naturally thought of Pei Xiunian in connection with the matter.

Meng Qingyuan knew that there was a transaction between Pei Xiunian and Green Hill, and she also knew that the wine vessel was involved in it.

However, since Pei Xiunian had not mentioned the details, she did not press further, figuring that Nian'er must have his own plans.

Pei Xiunian had previously stated that he wished to discuss the transaction with the demon queen in person, preferably enticing her to come to Zhaoning herself to negotiate.

These young gentlemen were all lifelong friends of the late King Dredger, individuals who had frequently visited the Fragrance Pavilion in the past to dally with courtesans and drink together across generations.

Previously, there seemed to be countless reasons for not saving money, which not only included the living expenses of Ya'er's family, but also a portion that needed to be sent back to her own family, alongside what she managed to save. Thus, despite seemingly earning a considerable amount, she always appeared utterly impoverished.

"Severely injured, but she must have encountered some miraculous fortune and narrowly escaped with her life." The Fiery Cloud Sword on Shiyue's back emitted a faint golden radiance; this artifact belonging to the God of Fire, now in her possession, was presumably left behind by that divine entity whose mortal shell had vanished not long ago from the cavern.

Although, following a series of fierce battles, Instructor Liu had fewer old acquaintances left in the Donghua Academy, the bonds of friendship remained intact.

Chatting along the way, it soon reached mealtime. After discussing where to eat and reserving a private room, everyone packed their belongings and prepared to leave.

However, if they were to pick a fight and consequently get arrested by the Bichi Legion under the charge of rebellion, then sent to a prisoner-of-war camp for hard labor, it might just pave the way for an entirely different plot branch.

Therefore, although the equipment slot only allowed for two rings to be worn—one on the left hand and one on the right—it did not prevent Zhao Qianyi from directly slipping the rings onto his fingers.

Wang Xiong turned his head away in a huff and looked out the window. The scenery along the way was indeed breathtaking; the sweet fragrance of rapeseeds drifted into Wang Xiong's nostrils with the train's motion, while the gentle summer breeze brushed past from time to time.

Indeed, whenever the divine realm wantonly provoked the nether realm, whenever he was toying with something in his hands, he would reveal that exact same look of detached indifference.

At Honeydukes, they ran into Steve, whose pockets were stuffed to bursting, and Gaspard, who was once again inquiring about the whereabouts of the Bouncing Pot.

Therefore, as a former fan of the Golden Best Actress, Kyosuke eagerly returned to Tokyo three days after receiving the news to meet with the guests from South Korea.

Without anything related to the experiment, she would rather have heard nothing of these matters at all. At least that way, she could find some peace of mind within herself, rather than enduring the torment she felt now.

Upon hearing Zhao Tianchen's words, Li Yunyi's expression turned frigid. A piercing, icy aura erupted from his body, surging toward Zhao Tianchen and engulfing him completely.

Slughorn watched with wide-eyed astonishment as the Thestral before him devoured a large chunk of raw beef in just a few bites, persistently rubbing its head against the wooden bucket in Kettleburn's hands.

Gong Qingjue did not reply, while the physician on the ground wiped the beads of sweat continuously from his forehead. He had never heard of An Lingyun possessing medical skills, yet judging by her techniques, it did not seem like mere charlatanry.

The servant glanced toward Dong'er. Although they were unacquainted, the name was familiar—she was the deputy general of the Marquis's Mansion, the very person who had gone on a matchmaking meeting with the junior minister just a few days prior.

"..." Emperor Qingyu had no choice but to turn and look at An Lingyun. Face to face, Emperor Qingyu smiled with a rare and hearty warmth.

Looking at his son now, Mu Jingfeng felt that he indeed bore a striking resemblance to Xia Xueyin.

Furthermore, their lifespans were exceedingly short; one might well say they were all destined for an early grave.

This time, Tang Feiyu rushed toward Lin Feng's direction, while the other three hurriedly dashed toward the Li trigram position where Changsun Hao and the others were located.

Yet, as a seasoned artifact refiner—unless he had acquired a high-tier magic treasure through some fortuitous cosmic encounter—given Lin Feng's pride in his own artifact-refining skills, he would never stoop to spending spiritual stones to purchase high-tier magical treasures.