Volume 1, Chapter 26: Xiao Yi, How Do You Know So Much?

"However... Third Brother, you should be aware of the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty, right? Zhang Jiao used religious faith as his foundation to rally the common people of the world, creating the largest-scale peasant uprising in Chinese history!" Li Chengqian pondered for a long time before coming up with such an easily understood example.

Unfortunately, he was too severely injured to carry her, so he could only strap her to his back with cloth strips. Although he fell a few times, he managed not to drop her.

Lin Pingzhi was a carefree soul, and having no knowledge of the family affairs, he remained entirely unaffected.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of riders following Gan Mingcong arrived at the city gate and came to a halt, unlike Gan Mingcong, who had charged in recklessly.

I vaguely remember that kindly old grandfather smiling; his companion was a wrinkled old grandmother who handed me, then only six years old, an egg before telling me stories.

His Vajra supernatural power had already reached its peak, allowing him to transmute the power of nothingness into a physical entity, condensing it into this indestructible "Vajra Pestle."

Through the gap beneath the bright red bridal veil, Yan Mo saw the newcomer extending one end of a flower made of red silk ribbon toward her.

Although it is wrong to discriminate against demons, I am still very worried about my own safety; it might be better to be cautious.

Everyone was gathered around Hui Niuchuan Weiye. Hui Niuchuan Bahua felt a little disappointed, but she knew that on this bridal ship, Hui Niuchuan Weiye was the protagonist.

Yu Ji did not mind that Er Lushi had already eaten from it; she took it and began to eat the toasted bun, clearly enjoying it immensely.

Who could guarantee that Reina, who usually carried herself with such grace and never seemed anxious, did not harbor fear in her heart? When left alone at home, how worried she truly was. "Please bless him and bring him back safely!" she would always say, clutching her chest and praying to all things in heaven and earth.

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After getting out of the car and going upstairs, Chen Fei originally wanted to help Sister Ping back to her home, but she said that resting at her place would suffice, as she still had to go to the freight station to pick up goods later.

Nine sword rays intersected as they descended, each striking the Blazing Demon Hound with precision. With sword light flashing everywhere, the joint assault of these nine people was so formidable that even a Spirit King expert would rarely dare to take it head-on.

His sturdy frame was packed with explosive muscle, and he stood over two meters tall! With every swing of his fists, the air ruptured, and flames and thunder rolled incessantly.

When the bottle spun again, we all held our breath. The bottle was destined to stop at Blake's side as expected; with a tacit understanding, everyone reached out and nudged it, leaving the bottleneck pointing straight at me.

They both possessed the ability to devour life, and both were among the Three Gods and Three Emperors, the elites of the two great academies.

Chen Xiaozhu did not know what Chen Fei was thinking as he remained silent, but his hand never let go of hers. The firm, powerful grip made Chen Xiaozhu feel incredibly secure; the fear she had felt earlier seemed to vanish entirely just because Chen Fei was holding her hand.

Wu Yanjie looked at the blood flowing from his body and suddenly burst into a wild, maniacal laugh. His long blade flashed and vanished; the attacker's sword snapped in two, with half the blade remaining embedded in Wu Yanjie's body and the other half in his own hand.

Listening to their conversation, Xiao Moyu felt a surge of curiosity about this Master of Combat. Having remained undefeated for eight years and earning the title of Master of Combat, it was clear this person was truly extraordinary.

In fact, he really did think so. The reason was simple: that advertisement was just too demonic, and beyond being memorable, the key was that it lacked any sense of class.

Sigh, it seems I can only ask Tianyun's master for help, Song Fusheng sighed inwardly, thinking to himself.

Jiang Wenjuan had always been the agent for her younger sister, Jiang Wenli, struggling alongside her in the film industry for over twenty years. Her network of connections in the circle was absolutely no less than that of any A-list agent.

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Seeing it in his heart, it must have been Li Xue herself. Lin Xiaogang couldn't help but feel a bit excited. To avoid being hung up on, he used the office landline to dial Li Xue's number.

The killing intent stalled. Feng Cang clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Gu Tai with vicious, hateful eyes. With a movement of his body, he prepared to rush out of the auction house.

Just as the two passed each other, Wan Bingning suddenly rushed out and stood before Wan Tianxiong, lifting her chin as she gazed at him with a worried expression.

Ouyang Bingxue said with gratitude: "Thank you all for your help. I have something to take care of downstairs, so you all take your time drinking." With that, Ouyang Bingxue left the table.

When the car arrived, I quickly grabbed an umbrella and made a dash for it. As I rushed to the entrance, I saw the iron gate had been smashed, with several steel bars completely bent from the force.

Bai He lay on the bed, her delicate face deathly pale, and said with effort: "I don't blame you. I am quite happy that you came to see me." Bai He revealed a faint smile.

In the silence, Cecil seemed to recall something Camio had said during a past discussion.

Amidst the strong man's angry curses, a third soldier stuffed a pre-prepared cloth into the man's mouth and tied it tightly with strips of fabric.

"The show begins." Watching Feng Lei depart and looking at the corpses covering the ground, a lecherous, infinitely sharp smile flashed across Zi Feng's face.