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Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
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Chapter 3828: Investigation
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Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
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Chapter 1171- Three abilties
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Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
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Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
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Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
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Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
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Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1213- Third trump card (Teaser)
Everything happened very quickly. When the fruit matured, Death King Tree moved its body. Thee fruits broke off from the crown, and white threads stretched from the top and bottom of the fruit.
The threads were thin but tough and connected with the threads around. Very quickly, the fruits formed a giant space. The fruits were connected points.
People didn’t understand what was happening, and even Saint Father was serious.
World Nature had given him a huge impression. If Death King Tree were also a level nine expert, it would be tough for him to break out.
These fruits started to move and fly toward the Saint Father.
Professor He wasn’t as injured as before and recovered nearly instantly. The few broken bones healed, and the terrifying healing abilities were shown.
It flew into the sky and headed toward the Saint Father.
The researchers that were monitoring looked at the data nervously. Many people were calculating.
“How much vitality is left?”
“170%. The cell splitting speed is over the limit to maintain self-healing and not lose comb
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