Volume One, Chapter 103: Bo Xingzhou Gave Himself to Her

Today was unexpectedly the third-month wedding anniversary between her and Bo Xingzhou!

Fu Yuting’s fingers stiffened suddenly as she held her wine glass, her whole body struck by a faint electric shock, leaving her completely stunned.

How could such a sweet and ceremonious occasion possibly occur in a cold marriage maintained only by a piece of agreement?

He remembered?

“Am I still your mother? I’m flattered,” Mother Shen said with a sharp edge, casting an annoyed glance at Lu Yunqing.

Even Gao Xiong was afraid of the old man; Liu Yixi was no exception. When the old man gave a warning, she pouted but obediently complied.

He immediately unleashed the Exorcism Sword; the sword’s gleam flashed like a bolt of lightning, hurtling straight toward Zhou Yu, while he himself chased after Luo Yang.

“Take us to see Huo’er,” Ling Aoxue glanced at Nangong Yu, knowing that this man would not reveal his true feelings on his face at this moment.

“Alright then, but you have to take me to the hospital first,” said Shen Xia, opening the car door and getting in.

She felt angry as soon as she heard it, unwilling to listen any further. Yet the rumors were spreading outside; she couldn’t avoid hearing them and had to listen carefully.

The Grand Princess of the Ning Junwang Mansion returned to the east wing, where attendants helped her change into clothes matching the hairpin on her head.

Humans are beings driven by desire; such desires can be suppressed or indulged. When Fang Xiao was alive, he was the anchor, the unshakable force who, by sheer strength, suppressed any who harbored ill intentions, preventing them from acting recklessly.

“A-Yu, don’t leave, I’m burning up all over,” she licked her slightly chapped lips, feeling a flush of heat.

At present, they couldn’t win, and the Kuomintang troops couldn’t break through either. If this stalemate continued, victory in the war within a short time was impossible. Moreover, new weaponry would only be equipped in March or April next year; he had to cause some trouble for Jiang Baldy before then.

Teacher, I can finally see you again, and proudly announce to you that the achievements of you and the sages continue to protect all humanity.

A few days later, as time passed, the news became widely known. Accusations pointed at the Nationalist government, and protests began in major cities across the country.

After the covert operatives left, Hinata Mirai carefully inspected all the equipment, ensuring no extra surveillance devices remained before tidying everything away with peace of mind.

He glared fiercely at Celine Weiss, the frenzy induced by forbidden magic stirring an instinctive murderous intent.

Saying this, Tanjiro’s gaze sharpened slightly. Before anyone could ask a question, he raised a hand to silence them, sniffed the air, then his expression turned intensely serious. In a flash, he vanished from sight, dashing toward the nearby dense forest.

Yet he could not surrender, for he was the sole commander on the Chongqing front, and behind him stood Jiang Baldy.

She sat in the lounge with a worried expression, her eyes distant, brows furrowed, lips pressed tightly. Wu Yifan had never seen her like this; it felt as though someone had gently plucked a string deep within his heart.

—The Eight Gates, origin unknown, is a technique that removes the body’s limits on chakra, allowing internal energy to be released infinitely. Once activated, it grants several times, even dozens or hundreds of times, the normal strength in an instant.

The two clashed fiercely on the sandy shore of Galid Coast, single sword against twin blades, thunder and gravity crashing relentlessly. The battle lasted three full days until both collapsed before a common enemy: hunger.