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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 6: Graduation Ceremony!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 572: Your Highness is Buying a Clay Figurine
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
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When Ye Zhongming was fighting in Bright Water World to increase his strength, the enemy that he was most worried about was standing on a magma land and facing a woman.
“You are smart. I am shocked that a weird lifeform created by man can have your thoughts.”
Saint Father held his hands behind his back and wore a cotton dress. He had white hair, and the slowly rolling magma gave his face a red glow.
Red Hair looked at this strong presence and coughed. But her gaze was firm.
She was in a bad state. Many parts of her body caved in, and a leg was twisted. These parts were broken.
Red Hair held the disfigured bone throne. The throne lost its legs and was only left with its back.
The soul whip was dimmed as if it was about to scatter. It was on her shoulder.
“Dirty thing.” Saint Father looked at those two pieces of equipment and judged.
Red Hair placed her hand down, and some specks of light scattered in her mouth. She looked at the opponent in disdain and said with a crisp voice, “You are much dirtier than me.”
After Saint Father found he
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