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 1550.5- Who doesn't know him (Teaser)
Only the eight-star potion remained.
Crystals of that level were too precious. Even pooling resources, the bosses couldn’t gather eighty. They could only gaze longingly. Ultimately, only Jiang Dabao, Li Long, and Young Master Qing, still waiting for his father’s money, hadn’t given up.
“You brat, if you’re lying to your old man, I’ll break your legs!”
Soon, a loud voice sounded outside. A burly, bearded man barged in, followed by four or five lackeys.
But the moment he entered, his eyes locked onto the potion on the table and didn’t move.
He was an eight-star evolved and had consumed such a potion before—but he’d never obtained a second one.
Perhaps unable to resist, Young Master Qing’s father strode forward and reached for the eight-star potion.
But halfway there, he stopped. Not only that, his expression flipped into a fawning smile at Ye Zhongming before he turned and sat beside his son.
This man, named Hai Dayu, had heard a soul-chilling question during his reach—the man beside Mr. Ye had turned and softly asked, just two words:
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