Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 358: Get On
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236- Rats also have technology?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 279: More Dishes
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1235- Opening their eyes
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 972: Searching for the Star Radiant Gate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 345 - Not Qualified To Speak To
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.1: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Chen Jie nodded. “Now we can go and tell Er Jinshu.”
As soon as Savage Taitan heard this name, his expression changed. Few existences could cause Savage Taitan to be wary of them and Er Jinshu, the number one expert of the Iron Body Forge Sect was one of them.
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“Bastard!”
“I’ll have you know that I have a mother and a father who are married.”
“Why does this always happen with you!?”
“Bastardisation? I have no idea because I’m feeling pretty legitimate.”
“I’m being serious!”
“Would you like some milk?”
“Die!”
“I’ll have you know that his mother and father aren’t bad people! He’s just a plague! A plague I tell you!”
“Girl, I believe you! This can’t be the result of bad parenting! I refuse to believe there’s anyone who can f**k up this bad at parenting!”
“Language.”
“Screw you!”
“Thank you.”
“Will you just die already!?”
“Been there, done that.”
Three figures were running across a flat plain like their lives depended on it. Their legs would hold them in malice for the rest of their lives for this, but they didn’t care. The only thing they could do was do a little bit of running, dabbled with dashing and sprinkled with a touch of sprinting.
Long story short… they were running like madmen and it was not pretty. One was a stunning violet-skinned beauty with a noble tail wrapped around her waist. Her black hair, which exuded a navy blue shine flapped in the wind.
Her normally elegant nose and dainty mouth furiously flared like the flaps of that one friend that won’t shut up as puffs and huffs worked them to death.
The other person was a petite-stature, young woman with grey curls atop her head that bounced furiously as she made her way across the plains as well. Sweat covered her body as she booked it without care for her appearance. Her mouth was wide open as she huffed and puffed with grunts like a dwarven gorilla.
The last person wasn’t showing much in the way of apprehension, or anything else for that matter. Sure, the laboured breathing was there, but it was subdued through the act of not giving a damn.
Who else
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