Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Brother Lin's companion was shocked, grabbing his hand and saying, "The Life Spring Art? Brother Lin, you can't!"
The young man surnamed Lin was vexed that his spell art had been interrupted by someone from his own party. "Why can't I? As a cultivator, don't I seek exactly what my heart desires? Moreover, it's autumn, when all things go into hibernation. My using the Life Spring Art to make the flowers bloom will not only make our journey worth it, but also bring beauty to the gloomy autumn of Fangshan City, giving them an extra place to go for their leisure. It's a gracious deed, so there's no need for Brother Chen to stop me."
"Right, right, Brother Lin is right on," several other young men agreed. It appeared that they were rather fearful of this person.
"Absurd!" A bowl slammed on the table, splashing wine into the air.
The speaker was none other than the curly-bearded man.
"Oh?" The young men by the railing turned their heads.
That Lin youth grew angry. "Are you talking to me?"
The muscular man grunted, "Exactly! Pulling on sprouts to help them grow might give you a moment of glory, but how can those flowers continue to survive? After today, it won't be three months until the apricot forest becomes nothing but dead wood!"
The Lin youth grunted, "If they die, they die. Just plant some more. Why is that any of your business? I'll just pay some compensation if I need to."
This Lin youth came from a powerful clan and was a rather stubborn and proud person.
In his view, the apricot trees were just plants without any intelligence, so why did they need to be cherished? And didn't he usually do whatever he wanted back at home?
He didn't consider himself a tyrant. He just wanted to see the blooming sea of flowers and flaunt his power, yet he was being reprimanded over something so minor? He naturally felt unhappy, and his expression turned dark.
But alas, what he considered minor, others considered major.
The man shouted, "Bastard thing, is the apricot forest your home? To be destroyed
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