MTL - I Am a Summoning Master - Chapter 1501 Galloping Hall

Qiao Anhao and Lu Jinnian had secretly longed for each other for thirteen years, and now that there’s a possibility for them to be together, even though the circumstances may be unconventional, neither one can refuse their inner desires any longer.

Hurled into a false marriage, Qiao Anhao treads carefully towards the cold and reclusive Lu Jinnian, but after years of near-missed opportunities and deep misunderstandings, how could their last shot at love possibly run smooth?

“Nation Husband” is a Korean term awarded to a man who is perfect in the eyes of the public – an ideal husband.

The master Xiuxian failed to cross the calamity, the soul came to the earth, and became a waste fiance of the school flower. The school fiancee wants to force him to remarry, the hypocrite and uncle who is greedy for money fights for his family property, one indifferent killer kills his life … Grandpa’s disease must be cured … The proud family’s family must learn martial arts with him … These problems are being cultivated Master Lin Mu is not a problem before him!

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They had been married for less than a week when Lin Banxia discovered that without his embrace, she couldn’t sleep; without his love, she felt anxious; without his companionship, her emotions spiraled out of control.But then one day, she had stomach troubles!The hospital handed over a test result: Congratulations, Mrs. Huo, you’re pregnant.He said, “Give birth to my child, and we won’t just have three years together—we’ll have a lifetime!”She squinted her eyes and replied, “Mr. Huo, you’ve miscalculated. Clearly, after giving birth, you’re letting me go in three years.”“The child can’t go without a mother, and I can’t go without you. Understand?” That was Young Master Huo’s confession.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.