Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 38: The World Outside the Mountain Cavern
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 630: A Traitor in Peach Blossom Alley
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3835: Severed Arm
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 254: Start
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 332: Big Dog!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3834: The Profound Spirit Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1190- Three types of weapons
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 321 - Two Teachers? That's Not Impossible
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 320 - Bold And Reckless: Striking At A God-Level Expert
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1189- War Fortress
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 629: Peach Blossoms Bloom Outside of Peach Blossom Alley
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1188- Fallen wings
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 951: The Yellow Court World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187.5- Splitting spoils (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3833: The Illusion-condensing Swordmaster
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 37: Production and Exploration
After being unconscious for several hours, Ma Lao-er finally woke up. After Qin Yu fed him some water, he turned to Uncle Ma and said, “I’ll leave you two be. I need to make some preparations.”
“Alright.” Old Ma nodded.
Qin Yu walked out of the room and closed the door shut before shouting, “Old Cat, Guan Qi, follow me upstairs. We’ll be taking a look at how we should proceed on.”
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Inside the room.
Old Ma sat by the side of the bed with his head lowered, not saying a word at all.
Ma Lao-er stared dazedly at the ceiling before asking with a raspy voice, “How is Zishu?”
“He’s fine,” Old Ma replied lightly.
Ma Lao-er closed his eyes. His lips trembled as he spoke on shakily, “Uncle, I was wrong… Zishu advised me before I took action, but I didn’t listen… In the end, Little Liu died, and we didn’t even manage to get Maozi’s body back… I… I really deserve to die!”
Under the dim lighting, for some reason, Old Ma’s arched figure looked particularly reliable. With a steady voice, he said, “Lao-er, there were three brothers in my generation, and I was the youngest. When we first entered Special District 9, we had nothing at all. So, your father took my second brother to steal the rations of others and dabble in all sorts of things so long as it brought food to the table. I was still young and immature then, and I lived my life off them. I spent my days doing nothing but to eat, shit, and fool around with women.”
Ma Lao-er listened to Old Ma’s story quietly.
“On the fourth year that Songjiang officially distributed permanent residency rights to outsiders, my second brother suddenly became severely ill. We had no savings at home then… Your father panicked, so he brought a few brothers to raid the cargo truck that sends rations from Fengbei to Songjiang. That night, your second uncle didn’t sleep a wink at all, but I didn’t feel a thing at all. I spent the night playing cards with others in Dirt Street.”
Old Ma paused here for a moment as his eyes reddened a little. “The following morning, someone ran over and told me that
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