When Master Wu Ming heard Mo Han's words, he immediately lowered his head and smiled respectfully: "The Holy Son is also saying that, since the Bai Mansion has passed the first level, just obey the people and let them pass. After all, the rest will also depend on it.
Other strengths.”
After saying that, he turned around and looked at the captain of the guard next to him and said: "Has the liquidation been settled? Continue!"
Yitian didn't expect that this matter would just pass?
His eyes fell on Mo Han on the stage. He didn't expect that little boy to have such power?
One word can make the angry Master Wu Ming change his mind, and even Master Guangyang listens to his words and can't help but feel surprised and thoughtful.
"Lord City Lord, that holy son should be Mo Han, the legitimate son of the Mo clan who is currently in the limelight. Because he is valued by the palace lord, he plans to focus on training him to become a divine envoy. We should try to please him! As long as we fall in his eyes,
We are bound to win this election." Yi Yutian's voice whispered into Yi Tian's ears.
Yitian's eyes darkened slightly, and then he retreated to his original position, "Huh, they are lucky this time, they have the Holy Son to speak to them."
When the chief of guards above heard what Master Wu Ming said, he immediately stepped forward respectfully and announced: "The five major families that are candidates are Yi Mansion, Bai Mansion, Li Mansion, Chen Mansion, and Yang Mansion. The one with the first number of votes is the City Lord's Mansion.
The order is Baifu, and there is only a difference of three votes."
Hearing this, the people in the audience were a little surprised, and they carefully discussed privately: "I didn't expect that the number of votes from the White House was higher than the votes from the other three major families?"
"Why are you surprised? I just saw that you also wrote about Baifu. Don't think I didn't see it."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, you won't vote for the Bai Mansion either. Don't think I don't know your thoughts."
"I didn't expect the White House to be so popular? It seems not easy!" Several real people on the stage sighed.
All kinds of festive dancers dressed in red came looking like a team to welcome the New Year.
There were many guards nearby, playing music, playing pipa, and scattering pink peach blossoms.
But Master Wu Ming was dismissive: "You are so arrogant before you are elected. If you really sit in a high position in the future, won't you be able to despise us?"
At the other end of the street, a team came from not far away holding up a huge golden plaque. There were several large characters carved on the golden plaque, which read: Welcome the envoys of the temple to Yiguang City!
Suddenly, a golden light flashed.
But Yitian's strength is not weak, how could he not hear it?
Unexpectedly, the number of votes in the Bai Mansion was three votes behind theirs. He had been the city lord for decades and his status was unshakable, but now for the first time he felt that it was in danger.
But, just when he finished speaking.
"I... I... I invited the whole city because of the generosity of the White House. If they become the Holy Palace of Light, wouldn't we have more benefits in the future?"
"Stop talking, be careful that the Lord of the City overhears you."
Many people couldn't help but disperse.
As they got closer, everyone marveled at the luxury of the golden plaque. All the details were embedded with spiritual crystals, so it was so blinding in the sunlight.
"This..." Master Wu Ming and others also looked at this scene in surprise, with some surprise and confusion.
Then I saw a figure suddenly walking out from behind the team. Who else could it be if it wasn't Baili Wenrou and others?