Chapter 116: The Imperial Observatory
“Alright, you woman from East Island, I’ve tolerated you long enough!” At that moment, Wang the Fat stepped forward, pointed at Qing Shuihui, and shouted, “Let me tell you, this isn’t 85 years ago, and this isn’t East Island. Internal matters of Jiuzhou are none of East Island’s business!”
With a look of righteous indignation, Wang the Fat continued, “Old—”
Xu Bansheng smiled faintly and raised his hand; Lady Meihua was lifted up by an invisible, tremendous force.
“What are you doing, filthy human? Let go of your foul hands!” Rosa screamed, struggling desperately to break free from Xiao Fan’s grip.
It seemed that Yusetta regarded Monis as a diplomatic talent! Li Wei, hearing Monis’s words, thought to himself: could this be the legendary princess diplomacy? How could the concept from Medieval II: Total War appear in this era? Isn’t that just a game?
Back in Xuanji City, the phoenix’s close relative, the ghost chariot, was the most exquisite pet he had ever seen.
Fei Heng and General Ganari conferred and decided to send the news to General Hephati, while also inquiring about the battlefield situation.
It was unclear how the operators of the second fleet’s combat sub-ships maneuvered them so skillfully, weaving through the dense enemy fleet like agile fish. Battleships didn’t need to pair up; any encounter between ships led to seamless cooperation. This was the true strength of the fleet.
This time, Fu Cun had arranged a seat for Xu Bansheng early on. After consulting him, Xu Bansheng said to arrange as they saw fit, so Fu Cun decided to seat him at Table One.
Li Wei felt warmth from Father Jacques’s enthusiasm and silently reproached himself for his wild thoughts the previous day as Father Jacques led him into the church.
Thinking of this, Wu Yi took a deep breath, preparing to ask the blind man if he had heard anything else.
Diana, furious and humiliated, struggled fiercely to break free, but inadvertently, that thing slipped into the secret place of Peach Blossom Spring. Her mind faltered, and her strength immediately waned.
“Welcome home, Riel.” As the figure carrying a black umbrella approached the entrance of the fence, the ivy entwined around the fence spoke.
This estate, called Tulip Manor, lay in one of California’s most picturesque suburban valleys. Covering tens of thousands of square meters, it was the largest and one of the most mysterious estates in California.
The school building looked somewhat blurred in the rain. Although it was just eight o’clock, the corridors were already packed with students awaiting their exams, whispering nervously. Their youthful faces all bore the same word: tension.
A sword, a foot-long blade, and a long knife simultaneously pierced through the demon king’s chest, forcing him to turn around once more.
Because Zhu Houhuang distrusted these people, he wished to have the families of martyrs, officials, and ministers of Dongyong mostly reside in Nandu. At the very least, when the enemy besieged the city, Nandu could unite as one and hold firm.
Golden light seemed to spin and then gradually extinguished, revealing a golden column that vanished along with the light.
Just as Lang Yu was about to withdraw his spell, a golden bell sounded inside his consciousness, and a golden beam of light appeared above his spiritual form’s head.
“Bam!” The innkeeper’s wife rushed out of the room, clutching her son tightly.
The ground slowly lifted a piece of invisible material; Feng Jianxiao’s mouth and nostrils bled profusely as he half-lay, half-sat there.
That night, the physicians carried torches and worked through the night. Zhu Houhuang did not sleep either, sitting here alone until dawn.
Hua Ruyi traveled from Yangzhou to Jiangyin, where she purchased Wang Yinglan from human traffickers on the road. Upon arriving in Jiangyin, she met Fan Ye and conveyed a message from Nong Yu about seeking refuge. Fan Ye neither confirmed nor denied it but settled Hua Ruyi and her companions. Hua Ruyi had Liu’er teach Wang Yinglan musical arts and began preparations to establish a splendid floating pavilion.