Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
As Long Di conversed with Long Zhe and Mina about their current situation, he had no idea that his brother conspired against him by assuming the role of the ultimate wingman.
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“Alright, that’s just about it.” You only get as much as you give I guess.
“You’re satisfied?” Long Zhe asked.
Mina crossed her arms. “Satisfied is a strong word. More like eating a cupcake, but not the wrapper. You have no idea how unsatisfying that is. It’s just… livable after… barely by the way.”
“So we’re done here, right?” Long Zhe asked.
Mina and I were discussing things with the bigger-than-life dragon. Conversing with these things is a little harder than talking to other people. He’s not too dumb and considering what world I’m in, I can’t ask for much.
“We’re done-ish” I gave him what I could only describe as dysfunctional jazz hands to reinforce what I was saying.
He looked at me for a while in confusion. I guess he doesn’t know what jazz hands are. What a sad world we live in.
He then took off into the skies until I was unable to see him.
I stared in the direction he went and was relieved that he didn’t go far enough away to the point the draconic aura couldn’t be felt. If there was one thing I realised, it was that the draconic aura made, what I was sure would be a very lively forest, into a pretty nice tropical vacation.
I then looked over to where Shen Ling and Pebbles were talking in hushed tones. They had their backs to me and at one point they looked over their shoulders to glance at me before turning back to talk even more animatedly and in even husher—I made it a word—tones if you could believe it.
I don’t see that working out for me in the long run. Hold on, did Shen Ling just turn around to look at me? How does that even make sense?
I shook my head free of these thoughts before I walked over to where Xiannu Liang was cultivating and sat criss-cross applesauce in front of her.
I waited for a good thirty minutes before her cauldrons slowly receded, and she finally opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was me.
“Heavens
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