Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1388- Similar request
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 451: Two Paths
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.03.1 - Late September's Whispers
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 358: Left
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 65.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1044: Floating Platform
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 406 - If You Want to Kill Me, You'd Better Show Some Real Effort
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 706: When Dark Clouds Gather
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Liang Chuyin stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. A young man was leaning against a tree, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and he looked at her with a frivolous expression.
Unfazed by the obvious, suggestive smile, Liang Chuyin glanced at his face before shifting her gaze to the strange weapon he was toying with in his hand.
It was a weapon resembling a spiked club, but it was conical in shape, with a sharp hook at the tip. The body of the club was also covered in similar protrusions, though smaller than the one at the tip.
Liang Chuyin noticed this weapon not because of its peculiarity but because she recognized it. The fatal wound on her first companion's body matched the shape of this weapon.
This man had killed her first guard and had now caught up to her.
Then...
Sure enough, another figure emerged from the weeds to her side.
This was a burly middle-aged man, much more robust than the young man. His weapon matched his style—two massive swords crossed on his back. As he walked out with his arms crossed, the
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