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!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.1: Reverse Scale - Part 1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 334: We're Very Welcoming
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 256: Enter the Door
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 325 - They're Out Of Luck
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1194- Top Flower
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 952: A Hundred Years of Accumulation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1193- Heaven and Earth as one
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 324 - A Bunch Of Fake Gods; Princess Dongfang Yao
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.2
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 40: The Demon King’s Decision
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 631: The Word Traitor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 333: Luo Dong's Uniqueness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 255: Building
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 323 - Do You Want To Become A Transcendent God-Level Powerhouse?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1192- Finally here
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1191- Revolutionary product
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 322 - A Man Must Endure Hardship
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.1
Pa!
After granting the death sentence to a mosquito in the midst of committing a crime, Xu Chuanchuan softly cursed, "Little bastard, let's see how you'll bite me now."
The weather had started warming up recently. Fortunately, the apartment Xu Chuanchuan rented was on the first floor, and trees covered it from both the front and the back, which maintained the temperature at a cooling degree. The only problem she had with her house was the innumerable mosquitoes.
To make matters worse, her old PC was buzzing incessantly, creating a perfect harmony with the humming mosquitoes.
As Xu Chuanhuan was pulling out a tissue to clean off the mosquito remains in her hand, a message window popped up at the bottom-right corner of her screen. The sender was her lesbian friend, Ange.
Ange: "It's nearly midnight! Are you updating today or not?! Your readers are rioting!"
Seeing this message, Xu Chuanchuan immediately opened up her QQ group, which had less than a thousand members. Sure enough, all hell had broken loose.
Reader 1: "Lord, why is there no update?"
Reader 2: "Lord, are you stuck again? Or are you lacking time to write?"
Reader 3: "Maybe our Lord is not done writing? @I Love Hotpot What is our Lord busy with?"
…
"I Love Hotpot" was Ange's sub-account. Upon seeing that the situation was amiss, Ange had immediately sent Xu Chuanchuan a series of private messages.
Quickly browsing through the chat log, Xu Chuanchuan's heart thumped as she shouted out loud, "I clearly published it!"
Did the system choke and deleted her post again?
At this time, Ange sent a second message: "Asleep?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Not yet."
Opening her web browser, Xu Chuanchuan clicked on the bookmarked link "Literature City," logged into her account, and entered the management interface. In the end, she discovered that…
The system didn't choke. Instead, she was the one who choked…
Xu Chuanchuan: "I made a mistake in setting the publishing time. [Sweat]"
Ange: "No wonder. [Facepalm]"
After Xu Chuanchuan sent that message, her chat group blew up again, an
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