Martial Universe (Wu Dong Qian Kun) - Chapter 1287: Alliance Between the Four Xuan Regions

She had a dream: the world was brimming with light. Family. School. Friends. Trains. Buses. Movies. Books. In that world of light, she grew into adulthood… and at the very end, in a white room, she fell into darkness. She awoke from the dream to find that she had become a demon. In the demon world, she lived a carefree life until she encountered a powerful being.

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Lin Jiao and Gu Quan have been in a relationship for two years. For his sake, she played the good and obedient little lady, willing to be as humble as possible. She thought that Gu Quan loved her as much as she did.But at a party, she heard him say to someone, “Lin Jiao is very nice, but she’s not her.”It was only then that Lin Jiao realized how ridiculous she must seem to others. She left behind all the resentment and obsession and sadly exited the stage as he had a sweetheart he could not forget.-Later, Gu Quan was remorseful, and managed to find Lin Jiao.

He grabbed her hand tightly and said in a hoarse, pained voice, “Jiaojiao, forgive me, okay?” He was hoping that she would forgive him easily as she had always done. However, he was alarmed when a certain figure walked into his line of sight.“Darling,” he said as he pulled Lin Jiao backward, giving Gu Quan a smug look. He leaned over to Lin Jiao, touching her face softly. “Let’s continue?”

In China’s modern martial arts society, Wu Xinghe was history’s youngest grandmaster of martial arts. He was invincible. Because of a strange incident, he was reincarnated as Qin Wushuang, a poor aristocratic boy in an entirely different world with its own set of rules. With his strong will and passion, he began his journey to pursue the highest peak of martial arts!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”