The Witcher – Uchiha Madara! - Chapter 191 - The Attack on Non-Humans in Kaedwen 02.

Shen Yan insisted on marrying this Fu Hang even at the risk of being abandoned by her family and relatives. She thought that after three years, she would be able to melt the ice in his heart. However, when this man detained her and forced her to kneel in front of his family to confess to mistakes she never committed, Shen Yan realized that this man’s heart was made of ice. When she fell into the water alongside her elder sister-in-law, Lin Xing, Fu Hang jumped down at the first moment and saved Lin Xing. He carried Lin Xing to the hospital while Shen Yan, who did not know how to swim, could only wait for the guard to save her. The child in Lin Xing’s stomach could not survive the ordeal and she had a miscarriage. Fu Hang brought Shen Yan to his family without any explanation and asked her to kneel and admit her mistake. His eyes under his sharp brows were piercingly ruthless as if he stabbed a knife into Shen Yan’s heart. “After Big Brother passed away, he only left a child behind. You shouldn’t have killed this child!” “I didn’t do it. She jumped down herself!” “What are you waiting for? Kneel and admit your mistake!” Three years into her marriage, Shen Yan was convinced that even a dog was more valuable than her in the Fu family, what more Lin Xing who Fu Hang really loved. Right before one of her kneecaps was about to land on the ground, Fu Hang still thought that Shen Yan would admit to her mistake. Little did he expect Shen Yan to slowly straighten up and said, “Fu Hang, let’s divorce. I’ll just pretend that I fed the past three years to the dogs. Nobody is worth wasting my youth on after this!” Therefore, Shen Yan decided to return home and accept her inheritance that was worth hundreds of billions. A glorious life awaited!

The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, thousands of miles of fertile land are barren

Look at the world, make all the hustlers, and make up for the incompleteness of heaven

Good man, don’t be parents, only for the common people, not for the Lord

Holding ninety-nine steel knives, killing Hu Erfang

I am a dignified man, why am I a barbarian as a horse and an ox

The strong man drank the wine in his bowl, and he traveled thousands of miles without looking back

The golden drums roared in unison, everyone roared, never breaking the Huanglong oath!

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In the eleventh year of the Shunzhi reign in the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, Zhou Shixiang, a Han from Xinhui in Guangdong, said, “My Han man will never be a slave!”

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[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.