Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Silence reigned for a long time after this, until it was broken by something most unkind.
“Human, die for me!” A roar of anger rang out as Long Nuhuang looked upward to see First Claw Long Jin with killing intent blaring, descending upon her to destroy her entirely!
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Long Nuhuang didn’t have the strength to resist.
She fell to her knees, not to the calamity currently bearing down on her, no, it was to the exhaustion that threatened to take her.
Little spots of darkness freckled her vision, heralding the coming of her consciousness’s loss. She forced her head to remain skyward, or whatever counted as a sky in this godforsaken place.
She wanted to take in the dragon and all its features. She wanted to immortalise this scene, to know that this, this right here, would be the closing chapter of a most short and novel life.
How hateful was this?
It was almost funny, actually. She had a powerful urge to tell Long Di this story, to see if he would finally laugh when she was done. He was a curious child since he never laughed. Her only comfort was that she could feel his happiness when he was with her and her husband.
For a minute, for a blissful, hopeful minute, she led herself to believe that her path would end in her success. Instead, she died to these damnable things for exceeding their expectations. An overachiever… much like her son.
She wanted to meet him to let him know that she tried her best to avenge him.
Maybe this was for the best, to succumb to the embrace, to step deeper into the abode of death. To let it take her, let it hold her and reunite her with that piece of her stolen soul.
This line of thought somehow slipped a semblance of peace inside her. The idea of seeing Long Di again, to accompany him through the Yellow Springs.
“Mother?”
His voice echoed out within the darkness.
She actually saw him there, saw him treading that path on his own. She ran after him, ignoring the bloodstained dust that she kicked up along the way.
“Wait!”
She yelled in excitement at seeing him again, though she only saw his b
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