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
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 216: Why Aren’t You Cussing Anymore?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 195: Methods
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 273: Treatment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080.5- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 900: All Life (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 305 - Tales About Lin Moyu
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 571: Discussing Business
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 215: On the City Walls
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 194: Guardians
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 272: Wan Jie
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1079- No Yellow Ball
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 899: Heaven and Man in One Body
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 304 - Instakilling The Opponent And Passing The Assessment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1078.5- China's ten strongest mutated lifeforms (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3808: The Skyscraping World Opens
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 570.4: The Past is Nothing But a Memory - Part 4
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 5: ‘Calamity Online’, Coming Soon!
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Wen Huan squinted his eyes and allowed a girl to use a green needle to pierce his skin. You would occasionally see the white bones in the deep wounds.
Such a thing that should be pain didn’t affect him. Even when the needle touched his bone, he didn’t move, and he didn’t have any reaction.
Hundreds of his subordinates surrounded him. The silence was filled with determination.
“Done.”
The person using the needle stood up to reveal a heroic face. But she didn’t have much hair; they were all very short.
This was symbolic of many evolved in the apocalypse. If they couldn’t wash their heads and bathe often, many people would choose to shave.
Girls were no exception.
Wen Huan looked at the badly stitched wound and smiled, “Little Hui, your skills have improved.”
“I do this daily, so of course I am getting better.”
The woman called Little Hui replied calmly while keeping her tools.
Wen Huan looked at his wound, and his mouth twitched. Getting better?
But since his sister said it, then he didn’t argue.
When he touched his wound with his left
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