Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 491: Red
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1510- You are meat pig (Teaser)
The woman let out a soft gasp, offering a faint smile before lowering her head again. She silently clutched the frayed edge of her shabby gray leather armor.
In the wind and rain, her body trembled slightly—whether from cold or fear was unclear.
"Truthfully, even if I hadn’t intervened, you could have handled that man. Even killed him, right?"
Ye Zhongming stared at her for several seconds before speaking abruptly.
The woman immediately looked up, her face filled with confusion. When she finally spoke, her voice was hesitant.
"W-what do you mean?" She glanced at the nearby corpse and whispered, "I’m no match for him. I don’t dare fight anyone. I... I don’t know how."
Ye Zhongming stepped forward, closing the distance between them, his gaze never leaving her eyes.
Only when they were nearly nose-to-nose did he speak again.
"That tear on your left sleeve isn’t just a tear—it conceals a bullhead needle launcher. The tips are poisoned. If his battle beast hadn’t detected me, he might already be dead by your hand."
As he spoke, the woman’s
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