Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker - Chapter 404 Unlucky Dragon-Capturing Martial Emperor

Su Yunxiu fell in love with a person when she was a freshman, and the other party took the initiative to pursue it. The two decided to be together in their second year. After graduating from college, they stayed together silently for four years, gradually honing her gentleness and patience.

In the face of the gossip, Su Yunxiu willingly endured it.

At the birthday party, Su Yunxiu stood at the door of the half-closed room, listening to the laughter inside, only to realize that they were his plan from the very beginning, and she was just a bet between them.

At the moment when the truth came, she deleted all the man’s contact information, and took the initiative to pack up and make room to leave.

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After breaking up, Su Yunxiu began to concentrate on her career and only wanted to make money. Seeing that the girl became more and more outstanding, Xu Mu was itching to get it back, and she blocked her way from get off work full of joy. Su Yunxiu sneered: “This gentleman, you are a good dog Get in the way, you’re in the way.”

Xu Mu: “…”

Behind her, there was a handsome and handsome man wearing a mask, slowly coming to her side, hugging the girl intimately and possessively, with a low and sweet voice: “Xiuxiu, we should go home.”

The girl passed him by without even giving him a look.

Young Master Xu, who stayed where he was, turned red as a joke.

Before she knew Yu Wenci, her world was gloomy and gloomy. After knowing him, the man devoted his whole life to gently and completely cleared away the unease in her heart, and let her laugh freely in his world.

He once said, “Little girl, why are you so embarrassed every time we meet?”

“Okay, stop pretending, cry if you want to, and won’t laugh at you, what are you doing?”

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When the First Wizarding War ended, and Lord Voldemort chased out Dumbledore from Hogwarts, he became the undisputed leader of the Wizarding World, cementing his rule as the new Minister of Magic. Yet everyone in power knew the war was far from over; it was now waged behind closed curtains and under the table. Behind the veil of secrecy, those still loyal to Dumbledore continued to fight, waging guerilla-like warfare against him and his forces, drawing in other countries' wizards and witches, opposing Voldemort and his plans to dominate all magic.The Anguine family, home of pure-blood wizards, part of Voldemort's new Ministry of Magic, were often tasked with confronting the Order of the Phoenix, raising their reputation year by year. Born into the Anguine family, Conrad just came to age, ready to attend Hogwarts to start his studies. He was excited to go to a school he had heard about from his father many times, but times have changed. It is not like in the old days. But who knows? One day, the school may return to what it was before the Era of Darkness.---- Author's Notes:Dear Readers! I'd like to welcome you to my first foray into writing fanfic and into doing a book from a first-person point of View. As to what to expect, let me give you more details so you won't be disappointed if it is not your cup of tea!- An alternate timeline: Voldemort killed the Potters and Harry as a baby. He never lost his body, thus winning the 1st Wizarding War.- Of course, a battle is still going on in the background, but that will only come later in the story.- Being in an alternate timeline, the dates may be a little bit off, but the story will mostly play out in the same time frame as the original.- Being an altered history, some main characters will not show up, and I mainly mean Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Or any of the Dumbledore supporting cast. (at least for a good portion of the story). For obvious reasons. If this is not what you want, please understand that I am going for a familiar yet different story than the original. I am taking inspiration from the original plot, but I am not planning mirroring it 1:1.- Of the returning characters, some may have altered personalities, although I will try my best to remain true to their book counterpart. But I will also think up ”what would they have done“ scenarios and modify their personality to match the alternative world we are in. I hope you will still enjoy it; that is my goal. To entertain you.- There is no transmigration, no isekai tropes, no reincarnation, no knowledge of in-lore events, none of that. The main character is someone who is born in-universe.

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