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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1153- Plant Master (Teaser)
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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