Chapter 151: The Empress Asks Her Heart Again! The Empress

The hall was silent, not even a falling needle could be heard.

The Empress slightly narrowed her phoenix eyes, her lovely oval face darkening with solemnity.

The Cult of the Gu God had caused chaos in the Southern Frontiers and corrupted imperial court officials—this should have been good news for Yu Youhan.

Yet she traveled ten thousand miles to Nan Tu Province and personally destroyed the Cult's branch… this act was not driven by self-interest, but more like avenging Chen Mo.

Besides her, there was Ji Hongxiu.

That

"Aunt SiSi, you've got a slight hormonal imbalance, which is why your sleep quality is poor and your body feels weak." Zhou Zixuan smiled.

Yan Kangshi tried to step back, but tragically found he couldn't move at all—the overwhelming pressure made him feel the fear of death, as if his body would explode.

Qu Lishang took it in hand; even before he opened the sealed wine jar, he already smelled the aroma wafting from within.

"Puff!" Zhou Zixuan spat out his tea, barely managing to turn his head in time—he would've sprayed it all over Bi Weisi otherwise.

Normally, in front of Andrew, he dared only to flatter, never uttering a single word of criticism.

The reason Heaven's Mechanism gave Yi Xiaoyao a positive answer was that four years ago and one year ago, the Ancient Demon Emperor had gone berserk within this cage, causing massive disturbances—even alarming the Emperor of the Heavenly Race.

Given Yan Xiuying's idealistic nature, her eliminating the Dragon Gate Society and being worshipped by others was perfectly natural.

During this time, Long Hao was also locking onto the Zhou family's Emperor, since Qin San and Tang Tong had promised that once the Zhou family's Emperor was located, they would surely assist him in joining forces to crush him.

Perhaps not long from now, Baihua Village will be completely transformed; once combined with the opening of the tourist zone, it will become a bustling village, and I can bring happiness to my fellow villagers.

"Alright, I know that. Has everything been taken care of?" Dongfang Jian spread his hands, helplessly saying.

Jun Moxi's question was meant kindly, but it turned Murong Zijiao's face ashen, her eyes dimming; she stared blankly out the window and mechanically shook her head.

"Thank you, little sister, for your concern. Wu'er has already taken his medicine and fallen asleep. Though he suffered some minor external injuries, there's no serious harm—he'll be perfectly fine after a good night's rest." An Fei spoke lightly, yet secretly observed Mo Shi's expression.

Nearby, Xia Huajun and Jiang Qingyin, whose spiritual force had also been weakened, suddenly paled—the roaring flame-sword qi and golden giant hammer grew even more fierce, attempting to defeat the Black Demon Knight in a short time.

Or, as Fei Huan said, Chang Ge could retreat into the mountains and forests. I suddenly don't want to know the truth, don't want to know the final outcome. It was a kind of fear, like facing a black hole—knowing full well the danger, yet unable to resist the temptation to draw near. Then, then falling into the abyss.

Xin Hu once again froze—what was that warm sensation on her 'lips'? What was that faint, warm scent of pine and sandalwood mingling in her nostrils?

Chelsea, who had boasted of breaking Arsenal's record of 14 consecutive Premier League wins, suffered a Waterloo in their first January match at White Hart Lane, losing 2-0 to Tottenham, ending Chelsea's own Premier League winning streak at 13 matches—just one win short of the Gunners' league record.

The next moment, Hell Path Kriga and Preta Path Snarg, who had already struck down two lieutenant generals, gathered nearby, standing beside the other two; the four stood shoulder to shoulder, their pupils glowing with mysterious hues, instantly instilling deep wariness in the Navy troops—no one dared launch an attack.

The walls on both sides instantly shot out numerous sharp poison arrows; Xin Hu and Bai Hengzhi barely dodged the rain of blades, while 'Hua' Qing rushed forward to engage Prince Rui, only to be surrounded by a flood of 'guards'.