Chapter Seventy-Six: The Miserable Plight of Yang Wenzhao and Bai Haochen
After learning that Bai Haochen was the Child of Light, Ruoshui realized that this matter was beyond her control.
“I’m old now, my mind isn’t as sharp as you young people’s,” Ruoshui said with a gentle smile.
After Ruoshui left, Bai Nianxuan sat in a chair on the balcony, gazing down below.
Since the Priests’ Sanctuary had already announced the rankings for the preliminary round, Bai Nianxuan went straight to the Knights’ Sanctuary early the next morning to watch Bai Haochen’s match.
From yesterday’s match to today—
“I can’t guarantee there’s a hundred percent hope, but if you don’t fight for it, you won’t even have a fifty percent chance. Yueyue and Chuanchuan are twins, but they’re fraternal twins, so it’s normal that their bone marrow doesn’t match successfully.”
“I understand. I just want to ask you, if I die, what will you do?” Qin Yuanfei asked.
Therefore, Lin Qingfan stood motionless where she was, giving the impression that she was completely unaware of any impending danger.
He Danggui was utterly speechless. What a joke—if Zhu Quan had nothing better to do than to inquire about those aunts from the He family, she’d take his surname and write her name backwards.
Some people changed into new clothes, hung red lanterns in the corners of their houses, swept their yards again and again until not a single leaf was left, and tidied up the messy dirty laundry and bed nets inside.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene, feeling as if today was a dream—so many besieging one person, yet things had turned out like this.
Suddenly, she leaned closer to Liu Mingyu, her alluring lips almost brushing against his.
The attendants responded and scattered to search. By now, dusk was falling, and things would only get more troublesome at night. Though their master’s orders were urgent, they were experienced searchers; instead of rushing out, they began searching the garden first, including the grass and the nearby stone monument.
“Bedwetting?” Luo Baiying, surprised, for once actually looked He Danggui straight in the eye.
“I’m aware of this, I’ll arrange for someone to keep looking for him,” Di Kuncheng nodded and said.
Three days was enough for him to investigate Po Jun’s background thoroughly, and he was astonished by Po Jun’s potential. Whether in strength or methods, he was near perfect. If such a person could be recruited, his position within the Alliance Guards would rise dramatically.
On July 26, 1066, the army of the Abbad Dynasty of Seville launched a surprise attack under the cover of darkness against the border town of Toledo in Castile. After the town fell, all its residents were sold as slaves to the Moors.
Gan Jing was fascinated by the powerful performance of the Land Rover and was momentarily lost in thought, only to realize that it was Castellano behind him calling out.
“What? Level Nine?” Zihan exclaimed in disbelief. How could someone break through three levels in such a short time?
When dealing with the Roman Papacy, William had few countermeasures. On one hand, the Pope had the support of the Holy Roman Empire, and William had no intention of waging a full-scale war against such a vast power. Doing so would greatly deplete the strength of the Norman Kingdom and give his enemies an opportunity to strike.
Seven million a day, seventy million in ten days, seven hundred million in a hundred days, nearly two and a half billion spirit jades in a year. How much was that? To others, it was considerable, but to Lin Feng, it wasn’t much at all.
After a standoff of three or four seconds, the man in the hemp robe twisted suddenly—without even seeming to make a move, the expert who was holding his waist was flung away, flying ten steps before crashing heavily to the ground.
In central Spain, there are two rivers that serve as natural defenses. One is the Guadiana River, which flows through Cordoba and forms the last line of defense for Cordoba, Seville, and Granada. The other is the Tagus River, which runs past Toledo, just south of Madrid.