Chapter 66: The Peach Wood Hairpin

Most ordinary people tend to avoid such things, except for experts who specialize in grave robbing.

A Ye choosing to hide here was probably an attempt to rely on the tomb's mechanisms to protect himself.

More than two months had passed since Zhou Pingting's return. There was really no guarantee whether A Ye was still there, or if he might have relocated elsewhere. But at least, they now had a direction.

Therefore, with the doors of the Leisure Heart Palace tightly shut and only the Emperor and Empress inside, there was no need to guess what they were doing.

Upon entering, she saw Nie Qingqing standing inside, an apron tied around her waist, accentuating her slender figure.

The big man casually picked up a stone, exerted force with his palm, and turned the stone directly into powder. Only by doing so did his initial anger subside.

"Right." Xu Shanda leaned casually against another table, a cigarette pinched between his fingertips.

The Noble Imperial Consort Jin was fully confident in making Murong Kang yield, but no matter how eloquently she spoke, Xie Rushuang simply refused to agree.

Oddly enough, her choked voice, slightly red-rimmed eyes, and the stubborn glint of unshed tears hidden deep within them inexplicably filled his field of vision, plucking at a string deep in his heart.

"Jiajia, whether you resent me or hate me, it doesn't matter; I don't care." Hearing Nie Jiajia's words, he found himself completely speechless.

Since it was only a spot-cleaning, Bai Muxue didn't have to put in much effort to wash the wine stain off the hem of her skirt. Fortunately, only the hem was soiled; if the entire dress had been stained, she would have had no choice but to send it to a dry cleaner's, as washing the whole dress entirely by hand would have been rather troublesome and exhausting.

Su Jing also wanted to teach them a lesson, but upon second thought, he realized that doing so would only make them even more vigilant.

As far as she knew, Elder Zheng hadn't visited Binhai for several years, so how could he possibly have had the opportunity to know Siyan even earlier than she did?

Zhuang Jian hadn't thought of it at first, but now that it suddenly dawned on him—though he didn't know why Meng Weiran hadn't made a move yet—coming here was only a matter of time.

Zhou Rui let out a cold snort. He didn't find Gong Lengye's methods unusual; he used to pull similar stunts himself all the time. Of course, even as the overlord of Shu, he probably had no idea what the establishments personally managed by Gong Lengye meant to those people.

Ye's Shadow Tiger Blade had accompanied him on a very long journey, but unfortunately, its quality was subpar, and it was destroyed under the Chaos-Slaying Blade. Su Ke led them around many grand halls, eventually arriving at a cave behind the Underworld Palace. Outside the cave stood a stone tablet with three large characters inscribed upon it: the Armory Cave.

Chen Hao's condition was somewhat more severe than Xiang Tenglong's because he had been running at the very front and took several direct hits. Although none of the bullets struck vital organs, there was still a risk to his life if he lost too much blood.

After watching for just a little while, I began to lose my grip. Jiandan stopped playing games too, her eyes frequently and casually darting toward my screen. As she kept glancing over, I noticed her gaze gradually growing hazy, and as she looked at me, she seemed to be hinting at something.

Judging by the might of the array activated via the City Lord's Mansion of Meishan City, these heretical cultivators recognized it as a demonic formation. And now, the rumor that Lan Xin and Ye林 were activating the array was false; in reality, they intended to destroy the peerless heretical cultivation manual discovered within Meishan City.

"It seems this is the only way. It appears I ultimately failed to conquer my inner demons and am destined to be controlled by you!" Huo Xiao seemed to have made up his mind. At that very instant, he abandoned everything, knowing that his consciousness would henceforth sink forever into a dark corner, consumed by evil.

The members of the Spirit Dragon tribe swiftly ignited torches to rescue those who were still alive. One of the figures commanding the air slowly flew toward Ye Tian. Ye Tian put away the Fire Scale Blade and waited for them to approach.