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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
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?
The Destiny Scale’s aura pervaded Long Di’s mind sea as if it wished to advise the young man to back down, but Long Di remained undaunted.
After a while, a single word echoed across the void. ‘Fine.’
****
‘Good stuff, you can feed me the information from here while my consciousness goes back outside. Anywho, suddenly, the atmosphere has become a bit… unbearable.’ Long Di’s figure began to fade from before the Destiny Scale.
It left a few words to Long Di before he vanished entirely. ‘You should get those wounds looked at. They’ve been with you for a while…’
‘Yeah, I’m afraid I’m going to need more than first-aid for this.’ Long Di’s figure was gone, but his last words still rang out with the slightest hint of… one could maybe call it melancholy.
…
“Long Di! Talk to meh!”
Pa!
“I’m awa—”
“Heavens! He’s still looking at me with those soul-sucking, death-filled eyes! Wake up!”
Pa!
“Hold on, Why are you sti—”
“Oh no! Now he’s mumbling foolishness as brain-deadness sets in!”
Shu!
Long Di quickly caught Tie Lang’s hand before it made a return trip to assault his face.
“First of all, brain-deadness is not a thing. Second of all, how long have you been slapping me?” Long Di’s awareness re-emerged only to feel that his cheek was numb.
“You’re back!” Tie Lang was ecstatic. He was truly glad that Long Di was alright.
Hearing the latter’s question, he proudly declared, “I started slapping you the moment you went braindead-ish! It’s a little hard to know when, since your eyes and expression lack any sort of feeling. Don’t know how you manage to do that and still make it look cool, but I knew you were in danger somehow!”
Long Di looked at Tie Lang’s beaming smile and thought to himself. ‘He really does care. He’s an irreparable danger to himself and others, but he really does care.’
If it was anyone else, Long Di would have been astonishingly wrong about Tie Lang’s reasons for slapping him, since no one is quite as stupid as Tie Lang.
However, he believed him because Tie Lang was kind of, in a way, his almost friend. Plus, Long D
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