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
When he looked back to what it was that stopped him, one brow rose in astonishment while the other remained asleep, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re ugly beyond all logic and reason?”
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Long Di’s comment immediately caused the figure’s eye to twitch in mild annoyance but it quickly regained its composure.
“It would seem that there is also an equally formidable power hidden in your tongue. Nevertheless, I will be taking this esteemed elder away for reasons currently beyond your ken.”
Its voice was extraordinarily smooth, and it wore a smile that would put strange uncles everywhere to shame. Rows of sharp teeth came to light that sent chills down the spine of even the staunchest of men. Its pitch-black skin glistened unnaturally, as if there was some sort of oil-like substance stuck to it.
When the erudite elders who were still alive saw what it was, their expressions turned into one of fear. This thing was a fearsome existence that went far above their level.
“Your intentions go against mine, Mister… uh…” Long Di came to realise that he didn’t know what to call this being or creature.
“Oh, my kind is one that is quite… ancient. You can refer to us as the Di Mings,” it actually answered Long Di’s question and Long Di could see that it looked at him with a complex expression though it wore a perpetual smile.
Long Di quickly gripped the sabre once more as he eyed the fear-stricken Gang Heng. “I need to—”
Shu!
Before Long Di could make any further actions, he could already feel a long claw-like nail pressed against his neck. It was cold like steel and it was accompanied by a monstrous killing intent.
“There is a smell upon you that I find truly… vexing.”
This was the first time that Long Di experienced something this intense. Even his breath quickened as a result.
He could feel that this Di Ming creature was going to kill him should he make any action that went against its wishes.
It was not the notion of death that affected Long Di like this, instead; it was the intention itself of wanting him dead, the hatred
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