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
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
There in front of the barrier was an incorrectly exploded explosion that ended up not into a dying-out firework, but rather into an old man. I heard the two were only slightly different from explosions, so nothing that can’t be fixed, but it was still wrong.
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“An Abyss ghost? What a rarity, just like my own. What a misfortune,” the floating figure said with a slight shock, followed by a moment of silence.
Shen Ling stared back at him with a peculiar look on her face. Under normal circumstances, she would have shrunken away in fear, but there was a type of warmth evident in the figure’s eyes that made her feel… at ease.
“Old man, could I please have the piece of cloth that’s on the pillar there behind you?”
“Old man?” The floating figure turned his attention to Long Di, when not long after, an expression of even greater shock showed on his face.
“Incredible! How are…!? No wonder you are able to come here! What are you truly!?” The figure’s body trembled as he stared at Long Di.
He didn’t notice Long Di in the beginning. After all, there was a secret between this man and the Abyss Ghost race that caused him to reminisce, however, when he noticed Long Di and scrutinised the young man. The few things he could see terrified him.
“Old man?” Long Di called again.
“Tch! Do I look that old to you?”
“I’m eleven years old. You could be 25 years old and I would still be well within my right to call you old. But let’s tip that Jenga tower shall we, are you even 25?” Long Di asked, his expression still as impassive as ever.
“How foolish! We are cultivators. Even if someone hits one hundred years old, they would still be considered young. What more 25 years old or even worse at eleven such as yourself?”
“Oh, I apologise for my audaciousness.” Long Di feigned regret by covering his mouth with his hand as if to hold his tongue, though it failed because of his unchanging expression.
He then asked, “and may I ask how old you are?”
The figure’s expression darkened when he heard this question.
Long Di wasn’t stupid,
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